Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Arrival of the shady sort

Posted by Civilian Logan Mills (Smuggler) in Arrival of the shady sort

Posted by Civilian Logan Mills (Smuggler) in Arrival of the shady sort
Logan grimaced as he maneuvered his ship towards the Spaceport. His shoulder was throbbing and he was fairly certain he’d bled through the makeshift bandage he’d wrapped around it after getting the ship launched. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be allowed on this colony, but currently the Klingons were not his friends, and so he had to risk Federation contact. At least until he got his shoulder patched up, he’d have to stick close by. Thankfully, the ship was empty, so as long as he could convince people he wasn’t following the family name, he should be able to remain at least out of jail.

As he approached the spaceport, he reduced his speed, opening a channel. “OED V Spaceport, this is the cargo vessel SS Corydon requesting permission to dock.”

“I’m sorry, there was channel interference, did you say the Corydon?” Came the shaky voice of a young adult, couldn’t be much older than Logan himself.

“Affirmative. Cargo Vessel.”

“I don’t see your registration in the database. Standby for cargo scan.” Logan rolled his eyes, these scans always took ages. Finally the shaky voice came back “alright, cargo looks clear, you’re cleared to dock in bay 4.”

About time! Logan thought, closing the channel and proceeding to dock in bay 4. As he slowly disembarked from the ship, he took a look around.

Logan Mills

After not being stopped by anyone, Logan began wandering from the docking bay into the Spaceport proper. He needed medical attention, and quickly, he could tell that his shoulder was screwed up heavily, but without supplies or training, or an extendable neck, he couldn’t fix it himself.

He pressed his right elbow tighter against the messenger bag slung over his body, what few items he actually owned were in there and he wasn’t fond of getting robbed. As he entered the main area of the Spaceport, his vision swam, from a combination of the pain and blood loss, and he dropped to his knees, panting.

Logan Mills

It was like they materialized out of nowhere. Figures in blue uniforms had hands on him and were laying him on the deck. “Get a medical here asap.” one voice said. “Scanning for ID. Anyone know what ship he came off of?” said another. “Hasn’t cleared customs and checked in yet.” said one more. After that, it was a cacophony of sound until he’s scooped up and lifted off the floor on a stretcher. A face came into view, a Klingon of all things. “Easy. Don’t move. We are here to help.” The face looked away and someone said something. He looked back down and said “You aren’t in trouble, but the CCDA is going to question you after you are treated. Please… don’t try to sneak off. It would not go well for you.” and suddenly the face was gone and he was in a turbolift.

CCDA

Had he been in any state to fight, Logan would’ve freaked at the sight of the Klingon, but he was too weak and tired to fight. He immediately began trying, between the blood-loss haze and the activity around him, to formulate some sort of plan he could enact without anyone catching on. As soon as his family’s history was discovered, he was fairly certain he’d be detained. He figured that maybe he could use the fact that his ship was empty as leverage that he’s associated with them in name only, and had given up his smuggler ways, whether true or not.

Logan Mills