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Jul. 18th, 2006 02:36 amBrainy, perhaps realizing that he would do little to assist the diplomatic effort, has taken out his dubious device again and started tinkering while the other make arrangements. Whether this is his version of "Bad Cop" is open to question.
"Victories, no!" exclaims His Eminence, with an honestly shocked look on his well-groomed face; he squints at the holo, and then his eyebrows lift in polite disbelief. "Cosmic Boy? Cosmic Boy's face is well known by our customs officials; they're all last-station failures from the Dark Circle fiasco. I'm afraid there *won't* be a record if he *did* pass through. We will, of course," he adds hastily, lifting his hands and holding them open, a gesture rarely given by a Khund, "make every effort to aid you in seeking out whoever would do something so foolish as to purchase a citizen of the United Planets."
Sun Boy removes an information chip from his omnicom and pushes it over to the Governor. "We thank you for your cooperation. This chip contains information relating to one Katherine Donovan - the smuggler who both obtained and then sold Rokk Krinn. It also contains her testimony to the Science Police regarding the identity of his buyer." He clears his throat. "There are also some behavior patterns you should look for. Reports of an *extremely* recalcitrant slave, for example. Possible initiation of revolts, definately repeated escape attempts. The kind of slave your average Khund overseer couldn't get any use out of. At all. But also one that would become too dangerous for them to outright dispose of."
"It's my understanding that Cosmic Boy's identity would most likely have been concealed before he arrived her," Dyrk adds. "That's why we're looking for the buyer. Regardless, you understand it's essential that he be located."
"More than the usual attempts to displace their owners, then?" The Governor accepts the information chip and slips it into a mechanism on his desk, scanning files rapidly. "Hm. Merchandise acquired around that time, by that factor -- ah. We have one citizen settled down with his former owner's wives and property, and one inept brawler whose price has gone down every trade. But both of them are Khunds. Still. You're welcome to take a look at both of them. If nobody's killed them yet." He returns the chip to Sun Boy, shaking his head, with the information on the new two encoded. "And we'll have our customs inspectors keep a look out..."
Sun Boy considers the two options. He rubs his chin. "That's... very odd." He rubs his chin. "Now, if *I* were the one enslaved, I would probably get rid of my owner and-" He looks at the rest of the assembled Legionnaires. "Hmmmm. Can you get them both brought here?" He asks as he examines his omnicom. "Because honestly, on one hand Rokk Krinn is a *very* smart man. Smart enough to displace his owner, turn over effective control of his property to the poor fellow's wives, and then patiently await rescue." He sighs. "On the OTHER hand, he's got just enough integrity to completely abandon all cunning and- You all get the idea."
"Of course." Functionaries are dispatched - functionaries with, yes, spears, axes, guns, and chains. Because what else would a good Khund listen to? It takes less than half an hour before the citizen arrives, one Gharant. He's a hulking crimson figure, a good seven feet tall; if he had both his hands he might be a challenge for the Governor.
In short, if the guy grunting, "You called?" is Cosmic Boy, Katherine missed a calling in plastic surgery.
Star Boy just remains quiet in the back of the room. He sighs gently, crossing his arms against his chest. He looks to the functionaries as they go running out.
Sun Boy looks up at Gharant and shakes his head. "Oh, *Rokk*. I had such high hopes." He looks to the governor. "This one's not him. I'm sure of it." He reaches out to shake Gharant's hand. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time like this, sir."
"Victories, no!" exclaims His Eminence, with an honestly shocked look on his well-groomed face; he squints at the holo, and then his eyebrows lift in polite disbelief. "Cosmic Boy? Cosmic Boy's face is well known by our customs officials; they're all last-station failures from the Dark Circle fiasco. I'm afraid there *won't* be a record if he *did* pass through. We will, of course," he adds hastily, lifting his hands and holding them open, a gesture rarely given by a Khund, "make every effort to aid you in seeking out whoever would do something so foolish as to purchase a citizen of the United Planets."
Sun Boy removes an information chip from his omnicom and pushes it over to the Governor. "We thank you for your cooperation. This chip contains information relating to one Katherine Donovan - the smuggler who both obtained and then sold Rokk Krinn. It also contains her testimony to the Science Police regarding the identity of his buyer." He clears his throat. "There are also some behavior patterns you should look for. Reports of an *extremely* recalcitrant slave, for example. Possible initiation of revolts, definately repeated escape attempts. The kind of slave your average Khund overseer couldn't get any use out of. At all. But also one that would become too dangerous for them to outright dispose of."
"It's my understanding that Cosmic Boy's identity would most likely have been concealed before he arrived her," Dyrk adds. "That's why we're looking for the buyer. Regardless, you understand it's essential that he be located."
"More than the usual attempts to displace their owners, then?" The Governor accepts the information chip and slips it into a mechanism on his desk, scanning files rapidly. "Hm. Merchandise acquired around that time, by that factor -- ah. We have one citizen settled down with his former owner's wives and property, and one inept brawler whose price has gone down every trade. But both of them are Khunds. Still. You're welcome to take a look at both of them. If nobody's killed them yet." He returns the chip to Sun Boy, shaking his head, with the information on the new two encoded. "And we'll have our customs inspectors keep a look out..."
Sun Boy considers the two options. He rubs his chin. "That's... very odd." He rubs his chin. "Now, if *I* were the one enslaved, I would probably get rid of my owner and-" He looks at the rest of the assembled Legionnaires. "Hmmmm. Can you get them both brought here?" He asks as he examines his omnicom. "Because honestly, on one hand Rokk Krinn is a *very* smart man. Smart enough to displace his owner, turn over effective control of his property to the poor fellow's wives, and then patiently await rescue." He sighs. "On the OTHER hand, he's got just enough integrity to completely abandon all cunning and- You all get the idea."
"Of course." Functionaries are dispatched - functionaries with, yes, spears, axes, guns, and chains. Because what else would a good Khund listen to? It takes less than half an hour before the citizen arrives, one Gharant. He's a hulking crimson figure, a good seven feet tall; if he had both his hands he might be a challenge for the Governor.
In short, if the guy grunting, "You called?" is Cosmic Boy, Katherine missed a calling in plastic surgery.
Star Boy just remains quiet in the back of the room. He sighs gently, crossing his arms against his chest. He looks to the functionaries as they go running out.
Sun Boy looks up at Gharant and shakes his head. "Oh, *Rokk*. I had such high hopes." He looks to the governor. "This one's not him. I'm sure of it." He reaches out to shake Gharant's hand. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time like this, sir."
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