Borite / Sindal (Trojan Reach 2219)
Urien, Rhane, Lindsey, Eirene, Kesperziaiepr, Mahan
Landed at Downport, Borite
019 (Harrier, Week 2) 1105, Imperial
Urien watched silently as the Borites made themselves feel in charge- in power. The only problem to that idea was that the Reclaimer had more than enough firepower to turn the whole area into one smoking crater; it was a good thing Urien was far more diplomatic than a few well known Solomani generals. Judging by the radio message they received, it seems like the planet's telecommunications network wasn't as primitive as he was lead to believe, though it wasn't a high bar.
He was among the few passengers by the loading ramp, taking in the breath of fresh, unrecycled air. The warmth of the sun felt good on his skin, and though he wandered around the 'landing pad', it wasn't more than a few meters away from the ship. He returned after he did a couple of full perimeter laps, stretching and grunting as he went. It was a good excuse to get eyes on the local defenses and atmosphere as well.
Eventually he returned to the ship, shaking the dust of the planet by the foot of the loading ramp. He had slipped out of his vacc-suit, exchanging it for a snug fitting, two-seasons-old clothing set; armored, and deceptively so. He had to use one of the spare berths to change, now that the passengers were off board and Krrsh occupied his room.
As he returned to the bridge he heard Mahan speak of clemency - against a pirate? He slipped into a seat and cracked his neck, sighing in between each satisfying 'crack'. "If he is part of the bounty, that offer might as well be a lie." He countered, rolling his shoulders. "I doubt the Provost is willing to let even one of them go unanswered. Especially the 'captain'."
"Personally, I vote to shove him in a low berth, freeze him until it is over and collect the bounty. After we squeeze every bit of information from him as well."