An Arrest Gone Awry

Main Office  - Sivad 07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC) Huge in size and a large desk, near the back, with the usual assortment of computer, data disks, and papers. The usual whir of cameras and cleaner bots is absent and the thick carpet of Japanese design is still spotless. At the doorway, is two tall and burly guards, armed with stun guns and thick combat armor. On the walls are paintings and hanging carpets of old and rare designs and types. All arranged in a fashion of simplistic and awing manner. While along the wall are plants, statues, and vases of odd or strange design, all done in a fashion of awe and show Glow bulbs fill the room with a warm light, casting off the dull gleam of the wood desk. Making the room feel comfortable and cozy, almost.The polishing touches are two extremely comfortable chairs before the desk and a coffee table in the middle of the room, with two couches on either side of it 07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC) Fri Jul 27 23:40:33 3007 Stars glimmer in the sky over Regreb Bay, and the shining disc of the polydenum-rich moon, Morrigan, rests in its quadrant.

+LHELP Available Contents:                              Exits: Ambitious Lawyer Sarenity           Lobby First Mate Tiana 

"Uh..he wouldn't let Swifty take me home either, an'.. he said somethin' about comin' peaceably. Swifty didn't wanna let him take me an' he was threatenin' her so I said it was okay an' that the Leftenant was my friend. I only met him a few times though." Tia let's escape a small worried noise, "I don't understand why he would be that concerned 'bout me. He kept sayin' he wanted to know why I was upset before 'e overheard what I said t'Swifty." She shrinks back into the couch a bit, sinking into the soft cusions.

Razorback's muscles tense somewhat, the claws of his hindpaws slipping absently through the holes in his boots. His gaze is hard and cold as he turns towards Sarenity, awaiting her response.

Sarenity smirks as she takes another drag of the cigarette. "This is Spriggs," she says as she exhales, "He thinks that he is the savior of all ladies," she states. "I've had my...experiences with him."

Tiana nods slowly, "Uh.. when Swifty left, I said I didn't wanna talk in public so he took me into the tavern. I guess he thought that was better cause it was real early, I dunno." She shrinks a bit further, "I didn't wanna talk about it but I didn't know what to do.."

Razorback nods to Sarenity, his lips curled in a silent snarl. "As have I," he says before turning his gaze to Tiana. "Sso you told him what had happened?" he asks, no animosity in the question.

Sarenity tilts her head to one side an uncharacteristicly thoughtful expression coming to her face. "I remember you saying from before that he threatened Miss Swiftfoot with a gun, did he threaten you with the gun?" she asks.

"I didn't get to get to the part where you said you weren't gonna." Tia says to Razor, the Martian becoming more distressed the more time passes, "Cause Leftenant Spriggs left t'go to the bathroom jus' before Rill an' Swifty an' miss Amherst found me an' Rill took me home." Sarenity's question is then addressed, "I... dunno.. I think he was jus' threatenin' Swifty an' stuff."

A low growl emanates from the giant felinoid, his shoulders going somewhat tense. "He was thrrreatening ssomeone who was doing nothing in the way of crrriminal activity?" he asks, his voice tight but incredulous.

"That is what Miss Winfield here said last time I spoke with her. I need to get in touch with Mrs. Windracer, but I am certain that is what it boils down to, yes," Sarenity replies to Razor, then turns her attention back to Tia. "Miss Winfield, were there any other witnesses?" she asks.

"Sinopa an' someone else... I dunno, he was talkin' to someone else before he threatened Swifty." Tia replies, shaking her head lightly and still refusing to look at anyone, "Can... can I have some water please?"

Razorback jumps slightly as his commlink mutters unintelligibly. With a low growl, he reaches down to lift it to his face. "My apologies," he says to the two ladies. "You can," he says in a quiet tone, "But do be carrreful, apparrrently therrre is sstill ssome trrrouble to be clearrred up."

Sarenity nods to Razor then looks to Tia, "Can you describe this other person?" she asks.

Tiana shakes her head, the martian leaning forward to grab the water she'd brough with her, the poor sandwich half left uneaten, and it was likely to never be at this rate. She has a few sips, clears her throat and speaks once more, "I was clingin' t'Swifty... I wasn't lookin' at anythin'."

Razorback holds his commlink away from himself for a moment as he turns towards the other two. "Sso what does thiss all boil down to?" he asks of Sarenity.

Sarenity stands and goes to the door and opens it slightly. "Would you like some water too, Mr. Cliffwalker?" she asks before calling out the door, "Sophia, I need bottled water brought in please." she closes the door again and turns back to Razor, but doen't move from the door. "It boils down to a possible courtmarshall for our dear Mr. Spriggs," she states. "It is all in how the complaint is worded, and how many people can vouch for our Miss Winfield here." she states.

With no further questions forthcoming, Tia draws back from the conversation. She falls quiet, slippers tumbling off her feet to stay on the floor as she pulls her knees up, curling up in a corner of the couch.

A tight frown creases Razorback's snout as he moves slowly to his feet. "That might be....ssomewhat complicated," he says, his gaze shifting away from both women. His commlink mutters again and he glares at it, turning towards the wall and saying in a low growl, "No. Now go eavesdrrrop elssewherrre."

There is a knock at the door at which Sarenity opens the door, "Ah, Thank you," she says taking three bottles of water in her hands and closing the door with her foot, "Water, Miss Winfield?" she says offering a bottle to the girl sitting in the corner of the couch. She looks to Razor, "And why would that be, sir?" she asks.

Staring off at her lap, it takes Tia a few moments to process that someone was talking to her. Slowly she looks up at Sarenity, a faint smile making it's way on to her lips as she takes the bottle. It fades as she looks back down again, "Thank you."

Razorback turns and seems about to answer when his commlink mumbles again. He rolls his eyes slightly and he lifts it to his muzzle. "Hold on," he says before turning to Tiana, "Aadzrrrian wantss to come up. He ssays that he would be willing to act as a witnessss."

Sarenity smiles, "This could work to our advantage, if miss Winfield is agreeable," she say with a nod as she offer a water to Razor.

Tiana looks up to Razorback, then to Sarenity and back again to the Demarian, "Okay." She agrees easily enough, the water bottle unlidded and drank from.

Razorback nods quickly before turning to his commlink. "We arrre in the KYF Building," he says quietly, "Assk forrr the offisce of Missss Amherrrsst."

Sarenity continues to hold the water out to Razor. She is near him at one of the couches, Tiana is in the corner of said couch curled into a ball. "You have not answered my question, Mr. Cliffwalker," she states flatly.

"My apologies," Razorback says, gratefully accepting the bottle. "My thankss," he says, "What I mean is that therrre could be lives at sstake if thiss ssituation werrre made public."

Tiana sighs quietly to herself, a hand raising to brush through her hair, though it lingers, pressing to the side of her head near the crown. Her other hand clutches a recently opened and barely drank from bottle of water. As well, there's a half a sandwich on the coffee table in front of the Martian, the china likely recognizable as her own, to Aadzrian in any case. Let's not forget that she's in her PJ's, slippers on the floor.

"Please explain," Sarenity says to Razorback as she returns to her place on the other couch. She leans forward and puts out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table before sitting back and crossing her legs. She opens the bottle and takes a small sip as she waits for his answer.

Razorback sighs quietly, putting his commlink away. "The people who hirrred me and the vessssel that I worrrk aboarrrd will be mosst disspleased if they find out what I have done," he says, "They will mosst likely put a prrrisce on the heads of each of the crrrew if it becomes public knowledge, if only to keep frrrom looking weak in the eyes of otherrr ssuch orrrganizations."

Tiana snorts quietly at this, "Darya would put a bounty on anyone, jus' cause she could." She mutters, mostly to herself though it's not hard to hear or anything of the sort.

Sarenity blinks, "Then this is what that bounty on you was about?" she asks Tiana. "It comes clear now," she smirks. "And you work for this Darya?" she asks of Razor.

Razorback nods quickly in response. "Indeed," he says. He turns to Tiana, his brow etched with concern. "I had forrrgotten about scerrrtain things beforrre I enterrred herrr employ," he says quietly.

"I guess so. I dunno. Probably." Tia replies, a shift in mood definitely present, the Martian seeming bitter. She shrugs a bit, withdrawing from adding anything more.

"Well, the thing is...I checked the public bounty system," she says, "It wasn't there, so I had to assume that it was something underworld. As I have no connections there...It was difficult for me to assertain where it had come from," she explains.

A tall figure sweeps into the office with little warning, mantled in some ancient-looking grey greatcoat of tough material- with a hood of all things, draped over his head. It might be an attempt at concealment, as it -does- fairly well hide the face of the man underneath, but the cheerful voice that echoes from within utterly ruins any pretense at anonymity. "Why hallo, every-one. I is af-raid I got too worry about you, Razor-back. Is glad to see you in one furry piece." He pauses, solemnly bowing to everyone in the room.

Razorback's eyes move towards the newcomer with a sigh. "As you can ssee," he says, "I am quite well." He turns to Sarenity again and shakes his head. "It is thiss that conscerrrns me," he says, "I would not have thiss end in blood if I can prrrevent it."

Tiana slowly looks up to Aadzrian as he enters and poses his general query, "Hi." She says quietly to the Timonae, eyes remaining focused upon him.

Sarenity looks to the new comer, the smirk on her face remaining, it being the only expression on her face. In her emotionless tone she continues on, "Yes, I will try and see that this...possible courtmarshall and it's scandle remain out of the news. I don't think it is an unreasonable request," she states.

Aadzrian straightens from that bow, informing Tiana solemnly, "Miss Ti-ana, I is sorry. You has my word t'at I no ac-cept your kind-ness while know-ing. T'at day, af-ter spag-hetti? I know I hear his name be-fore. So I return, and I ask Razor- and only t'en learn I of plan. Would no has ac-cept your kind-ness if had known."

Razorback looks to Aadz as he speaks, silence taking hold of the big felinoid.

"It's okay." Tia says quietly in reply to Aadzrian, "I understand." A glance up follows, the clock on the Lawyer's desc catching her eye, the Martian squinting at it. A crease furrows her brow, "I have to go back to the ship, Rill will be worried if I don't come back. He's probably already worried. It's okay if I stay outside the ship though... so long as he knows i'm there."

Sarenity nods and stands. "Let's go there then," she says. "I would not want to see him upset again," she adds with a little frown.

"Wait, is one t'ink want to say be-fore go," Aadzrian remarks abruptly, folding his arms over his chest. "Would ask t'at Spriggs is no court-martial. If he know te story of wat happen, t'en... wil make mess big, very big, to try him."

Razorback nods to Aadzrian as he pushes the door open. "We will disscussss that," he says quietly as he passes through.

Sivad Landing Pad (#829RD^L) - Sivad 07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC) Seagulls wheel overhead, squawking noisily as they loft on the ocean breeze above the glittering greenish-blue waves of the harbor. Spacecraft of many shapes and sizes can be found perched on the flat of tarmac that serves as the landing pad for Independence Spaceport, a busy commerce center on the coast of the Regreb Archipelago. The port itself is contained within a massive crystalline dome that gleams in the sunlight and glows from within when night's shadows fall. 07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC)07:36, 29 July 2007 (UTC) Sat Jul 28 03:09:14 3007 Stars glimmer in the sky over Regreb Bay, and the shining disc of the polydenum-rich moon, Morrigan, rests in its quadrant. Contents:                              Exits: Ambitious Lawyer Sarenity           Offworld Shuttles LDF Faux                                Launch IND Old Daisy                           Hangar NSF Colossus                            Way Out UKT Cassiopeia UKT Cepheus VERY LARGE POSTER! Refueling Console - Sivad Sivadian security forces You notice a VERY LARGE POSTER!

The group of four people wanders onto the landing pad from Independence Dome, moving towards the Old Daisy. Only three of them are walking, the slender form of Tiana riding piggy-back on the Timonae who's shrouded within his greatcoat. He seems to be having little trouble with her slight weight.

Rkagar comes off an incoming shuttle and looks around. A carrot hangs from his mouth which he is absently gnawing on. He sneers at the other passangers as the skirt around his massive form. The young Zangali looks around the port as if looking for something.

Sarenity walks with the group, her face blank of expression as she heads for the Daisy. She regards the Zangali silently, her expression not changing as she continues on.

Tiana clings to Aadzrian as he carries her along, one hand clasped over the other's wrist, arms of course slung around his shoulders. Her cheek is nuzzled against the side of his neck and she seems to have dropped off into a semi-doze, thankfully one without the nightmares that so often plague her.

Razorback's nose twitches and he comes to a halt, his head turning towards the shuttle pad. He looks back at the group for a moment before he shifts his course towards the Zangali.

Aadzrian blinks at Razorback's changed course, pausing long enough to see what it is- he lifts one hand to wave to Rkagar with a friendly smile, just slightly, before putting it back into place supporting Tiana. That done, careful to remain quiet as to not startle his drowsy burden, he follows Sarenity for the ship.

Rkagar sniffs the air then smiles (well as close to a smile as a Zangali can get) And heads for Razorback long before he spots him. "Greetings Rzbak. Sit in ship all day, bore so go explore. Met Rzbak friend Svlereye. Come here to help fix problem." The young Zangali blurts out as he stops near the Demarian.

Sarenity continues up to the ramp of the Daisy, where she stops and turns to face Aadz and Tia, "Shall we put Miss Winfield to bed?" she asks a bit of concern just tinging her mostly flat tone.

Tiana doesn't seem to notice the brief lack of support from the arm that waved, the Martian just drowsily nuzzling her cheek against the Timonae. However, the Zangali breaks the peaceful silence first and Tia looks up, a sleepy blink preceeding a glance around. Sare's words come next, Tia giving a light shake of her head, "Coffee..."

Razorback sighs quietly as the Zangali speaks. He nods though and turns back towards the Daisy. "Come then," he says quietly, his ears tiredly limp.

"You has lot of loyal friend, Razor," Aadzrian remarks with quiet amusement, before shifting his green gaze to try and look at Tiana without disturbing her too much. "...You need sleeps, am t'ink, but if in-sist... Wel. T'en coffees. Un-less wil get shot to go on board?"

Rkagar nods and rubs his snout as he follows Razorback. "Slvereye tell story of fight with Nall, also tell story of how Dema-ian have master and slave but no more." He explains happily as he heads towards the others.

Sarenity nods, "I'll wait here while you do that," she says in her flat tone, her gaze shifting to Razor and the Zangali, falling silent.

Razorback's head turns somewhat back towards the Zangali as he speaks and his eyes slide shut for just a moment. "Indeed," he says quietly then turns towards the group as he comes upon them. "Is everrrything alrrright?"

Tiana shakes her head lightly, "I dunno... " She snuggles against the Timonae a bit, "I c'n go in m'self." She murmurs.

"How is everyt'ing going be all right?" Aadzrian grumbles. "No, no is al-right. I come here to make sure Razor-back is no dead or in jail. Ot'er-wise I no has even come to t'is place." A sigh escapes him as Tiana snuggles in, and he resignedly seems to let go of even that minor irritation. "Right, let us go in ship." He strides the rest of the way up to the Old Daisy to head inside.

Rkagar stands in front of the others and crosses his arms. "Greetings I Rkagar." He states then nods to the Timonae. The young Zangali grabs another carrot out of his harness (he more than likely lost it when he was talking to the Demarian) and starts to gnaw on it.

Sarenity looks up at the (from her very diminuative hight) giant Zangali and offers a bow, "Good evening," she says in a flat tone, her face completely blank of expression.

Tiana is carried into the Daisy! They'll be back in a few minutes.

Razorback looks over at the Zangali with a faint chuckle, shaking his head. "A fine messss I have made of things," he says quietly.

Rkagar looks over at Razorback and shurgs. "Help if can, mostly came because want to know more stories. Hear have place of old things, tell old stories there." The young Zangali explains still gnawing on his carrot. "Have name?" He asks Sarenity as an after thought.

"Sarenity Leigh Amherst," she woman says extending a hand, her expression and tone not changing. "And that would sound like a museum," she adds.

Razorback nods at this. "Agrrreed," he says before turning back to the Zangali, "Hopefully when thiss blows overrr, you can take a look at it."

"Srty Leh Ammst... Sarnty Leh Amhest..." The young Zangali repeats a few times with his eyes closed. Rkagar then opens his eyes and looks down at the Sivadian. "Yes mesum. Like go, looked on Rzbak's home but none. Svlereye say ask 'noble' for stories." He says noble with a bit of a sneer then continues with his carrot.

Tiana sits at the top of the Daisy's boarding ramp after she returns, nestling her coffee in her hands and leaning back against the airlock. A glance is sent up to Sarenity, then to Razor and finally Rkagar, the Martian remaining quiet. A silent yawn escapes before she can stifle it, her coffee raised and drank of deeply.

From the atmosphere, the gradual spectre of a small speck emerges into sight. After /many/ long minutes, a small craft eventually emerges into the visible spectrum. As it approaches to land, the HMS Indefatigable Launch presents itself fully and moves to the Landing Pad with a dull hum of engines and a spilling of exhaust fumes. There is a strong gust of air underneath the vehicle as it slowly lands. A single metallic gangway is finally extended, from which two Sivadian Marines walk out of to take up sentry positions.

It is on this fine evening that it can be found one Zangali, one Demarian, and a rather small Sivadian talking together near the ramp of the Daisy, on the ramp itself is one Martian girl sitting alone with a cup of coffee. "That is close enough," Sarenity says to the Zangali as she looks up at him, nearly cranning her neck to see the creatures face. "You will be working with this gentleman then?" she asks him.

Razorback looks up at Tiana and as the others seem to be in discussion, he moves towards her leaning on the boarding ramp. "You sshould rrresst, Missss Vinscessss," he says quietly, his tail swaying lazily behind him.

Rkagar looks down at the Sivadian and nods. "Try but no speak good standrd. But yes work with Rzbak on ship, am new." He explains still gnawing on his carrot and using his other hand to scratch his side. You paged Norton with 'My longest running char on here, Mern, spent a _lot_ of time in cells.'.

A Sivadian Marine Lieutenant marches down the gangway armed with an energy rifle and pistol, the rifle at ready, followed by six Marines identically equipped. The lead marine appears athletic, albeit slender for one of such a profession, though plenty tall for one of the human species at just over six foot. The uniforms of each are impeccable, and their formation as they gather alongside the gangplank away from the two already present on guard is expert with a single neat shoulder to shoulder line with the Lieutenant out front. Upon enterring formation, they present arms, then bring the rifles stock first to the ground beside them, gripped by the barrels in a neat show of drill, obviously in preparation for the Officer's disembarking.

The cool, aristocrat figure of a naval officer follows the group down the gangway. He idly walks past the six Marines, and moves with a sure step toward Kelly. Tapping his cockade hat, casual reply, to her salute, the officer intones in a rather refined accent, "Ah, quite well, Miss Thorpe. We shall presently direct ourselves to the Admiraly, if you have no objections, except--" His words are cut off in mid-sentence as Spriggs catches sight of Razorback. Reaching to find his PDA, the Sivadian types several buttons on the pad whilst he looks toward the Demarian. It is obvious that he is quite distracted at the moment by the sight of the man.

Sarenity gives the Zangali a small smirk, "You may call me S if it is easier for you sir," she states. The sight of Spriggs brings a grin to the small womans face. She then looks back to Razor and Tia. "Are you sure you are alright, Miss Winfield?" she asks in a soft voice, her inflection still maintaining that emotionlessness.

Razorback doesn't appear to be in very good nose at the moment, or perhaps the familiar Sivadian is downwind. Regardless, he doesn't notice the man or his scrutiny. His lips peel back slightly, revealing his fangs as he smiles. A paw reaches out to gently rest on the young girl's arm. "That may have been a misstake then," he replies, "You sseem about to keel overrr entirrrely." He glances up over at Sarenity as she speaks but says nothing.

"Must learn speak better if tell stories, can not only use picture I make. Sarnty." Rkagar states, he finishs the last of his carrot. The young Zangali glances over at Razorback and Tia and "Am Rkagar." He tells Tia looking over his shoulder in what passes as a quite voice for him.

"That man is a wanted felon, from my sources." Spriggs says to Kelly. She nods and heads off to the Launch, evidentially concerned with some matter. The naval officer nods at the Marines. "Do follow me, eh, what? We shall take care of this matter, boys." The officer walks in a steady gait, and murmurs several words into his commlink. Upon catching sight of Tiana, within evidentially close proximity to Razorback, the officer moves to place his hand on the pommel of his sidearm. His even gait continues.

"Uh... Nice to meet you." Tia replies, quietly staring at the Zangali and not being forthcoming with her name, "I wanted to stay awake a bit longer." She protests to the Demarian, a glance sent up before she lowers her head to rest on knees that have been drawn up.

Sarenity returns her gaze to the approaching officer, "Good evening, Mr. Spriggs," she says as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a familiar long silver case. "And how are things?" she asks flatly as she flips the case open revealing the row of long slender black cigarettes. She pulls one out and flips the case closed again letting it fall back into her purse before she pulls from it a small silver lighter.

Razorback's nose twitches slightly, his brow sliding down to narrow his eyes. His ears flick towards the approaching Sivadian and he leans his head to one side to look past the Martian on the boarding ramp. "Well," he says quietly, "Thiss sshould prrrove mosst interrressting." He straightens up, patiently waiting as Sarenity speaks to the man.

Rkagar turns aand faces the man that Sarenity is speaking to. A slight grin flashes across his toothy snout when he spots the man's hat. The young Zangali then pulls out his sketchbook from his harness as well as a pencil. "Must make picture." He chuckles, flipping open the book and begins to work the pencil dwarfed by his hand.

"I thought it was Eduard," Spriggs says in a curt, cold tone to Sarenity. He gives her a /look/. The Sivadian glances toward Tiana, noticing that she is another suitably unkempt fashion as the last time they met. For several long moments, the naval officer narrows his ocean blue eyes on the Demarian. He does not say anything directly to him, except he does speak several muffled words into the commlink attached to his right ear. "Suspect Razorback ... spoted ... Landing Pad." He is surrounded by six Sivadian Marines.

"When I am working it is Mr. Spriggs, and in that case you will address me as Miss Amherst," she says in her rather flat tone before she brings the cigarette to her lips and lights it. "But I must ask, suspected of what, Mr. Spriggs?" she asks as she exhales the smoke off to the side, away from everybody.

Rkagar sighs contently and tucks his pencil back into a compartment on his harness, his work is down. The young Zangali moves over to Tia and Razorback. "See picture make." He chuckles and shows them the page. It is of a cartoon resembling Spriggs, he is tall and gaunt looking almost twig like. His hat towers above his head and a feather sticks out of it nearly reaching the floor. Strapped to his side is a large phallic sword. The man's razor like features are twisted into an absurd snarl.

Razorback's ears flick towards the Sivadian and a light chuckle escapes him. He leans down towards Tiana to give her a purred whisper, his paw briefly placed on her back before he begins to move around the boarding ramp of the Old Daisy, now in full view as he stands off from the Fleeters, regarding them in amusement as his tail sways back and forth.

"I shall address you when I choose to address you, woman," Spriggs says in a pointedly dry voice projected at Sarentiy. He seems quite put off with the woman, but offers no explanation. The naval officer does not acknowledge the Zangali, except that several of his retinue seem to nervously shoulder their weapons in a ready fashion. Spriggs takes several even steps toward Tiana. "This is the... creature, yes?" he says in a conspiratorial tone. That hand is still held on his pistol. Anyone can now clearly see that the lieutenant has a malignant eye toward Razorback.

Tiana shrinks back from the Zangali, nothing more than a brief glance offered to the caricature of Spriggs that's been presented for scrutiny. She shrinks back further still as Spriggs questions her, the empty mug beside her being knocked over and to the ground as she shifts, shattering. She makes a small noise in the back of her throat, the question going unanswered.

Razorback's eyes glance back at the sketch and he chuckles mirthlessly. As Spriggs moves towards the group, he takes a few steps to the side, now fully between the Sivadian and the Martian, hovering protectively in front of her. "You wissh to sspeak to me, young cockerrrel?" he says quietly, his face a dispassionate mask as his eyes lock onto those of the officer.

Sarenity turns to face the Leftenant, "I would ask you to step away from my client," she states flatly. "You are invading her space, sir." With this she takes a drag of her cigarette. "In fact, take a step back from both of my clients if you would."

Rkagar shrugs and takes his book back. He rubs his snout in confusion as Tia backs away from him "Why scared? Rkagar nice...." The young Zangali says somewaht perplexed. He then notices the marines fiddling with their weapons and tosses his sketchbook on the ramp and moves towards them. He comes to a stop about two meters from them and crosses his arms across his ches and starts to stare at them.

The officer seems as if he could not care for any local law at the moment. He says in an off-hand manner, "Quote me a regulation." Spriggs eyes could be daggers as they look at Sarenity. He does take a moment to stand before Razorback, noting the man's offensive posture, and keeps his hand on his pistol. "Step out of my way, knave. You do not wish to tassle with an officer of His Majesty's Royal Navy on Sivad. It should be quite... unwise." A glance over his shoulder toward the Marines indicates Spriggs opinion. He looks at Tiana, but does not say anything directly. In a moment, he speaks up and says, "Miss Winfield, if you should wish to come with me for a moment, I should be happy to speak with you." Another hostile look is sent toward Sarenity.

The Specialist corporal looks directly at the Zangali. "Step away, immediately. This is required." Spoken in flat, mechanical, apathetic tones, the drones words are directed toward Rkagar. It is quite evident that the Marines are in a highly trained (or indoctored) combat readiness; they snap to attention immediately, prepared to shoulder their weapons.

Tia... doesn't respond to Spriggs, the Martian having gone completely quiet, not even the worried noises she tended to make escaping her. A glance shifts briefly over to Rkagar then to Sarenity, over to Razorback and then finally back to Spriggs, after which she looks to the flat of the boarding ramp.

"You are frightening the girl, Mr. Spriggs," she states flatly. "Step back or, now that I have warned you, it will be considered harrassement. You are in enough deep water already don't you think? Leave my clients alone, they have done nothing wrong." She then takes a drag of her cigarette and holds the smoke for just a moment before slowly exhaling it as she levels an emotionless stare at the officer.

"Rrrkagarrr!" Razorback roars over the head of the Sivadian, the tone of command ringing clear in his voice, "Sstep away frrrom them!" Considering that matter closed, he looks down to regard the man before him with a derisive snort. His head swivels behind him to Tiana, looking at her for a long moment before he turns back to Spriggs. "I do not believe sshe wisshes to sspeak to you," he says, his voice a quiet rumble, "Now get you gone to whateverrr trrree you climbed out of."

Rkagar glances over at Razor and nods. "Maybe another day." He snickers at the marines and makes his way back to Razorback. "Go sleep. Wake if warriors start trouble." He nods to the Demarian. "Good byes." He adds to the two women and begins to crawl under the ship. Some grummbling and a loud fart can be heard then silence.

The lizard is ignored. "Shut your infernal mouth, woman." Spriggs says sharply toward Sarenity. He looks as if, given the right incentment, he would strike her dead on the spot. "I shall talk to my friends as I will." Though the officer looks a bit rifled, he has enough reserve to speak several other muffled words into his commlink. The fact that no SHIELD officers have yet arrived to the Landing Pad seems to concern him. A single glance is sent toward the Mairines who stare at their officer dumbly. "This is my planet, you filthy, disgusting, churlish rogue. I have no desire to speak another word to one of your species; I have had enough trouble subduing that knavish, ruffian, disgusting lizard on the Indefatigable. I have no desire to spade a cat. Move away." Spriggs' words are never spoken without a hint of contempt; without a word of authority and condenscention. "You best place yourself in an apartment, blackguard. Talk to this duplicitous lawyer here. She is skilled; perhaps they will have lenience upon you." Spriggs seems that he has had enough parlance with the others. His rigid, firm facial expression lightens - relatively - when turned toward Tiana. "Miss Winfield, you simply /must/ retire with me immediately. I am the only person who cares enough to shield you at this moment. Please, do step away from this rabid beast." The last remark is said with a direct look at Razorback. He seems as if he were at a hair-trigger.

Before Spriggs even manages to get finished speaking Tia starts crying. It starts out quietly, a subtle whimper here and there midst the Sivadian's diatribe. It grows steadily worse as he finishes though, the Martian turning her head to hide it away against her knees, muffled sobs drifting up for one and all to hear. Her arms pull tightly around her knees, the girl effectively curled into a ball.

Sarenity remains completely unruffled, "If you wish to speak to my client then you will speak to me. /I/ represent her now, and you have her absolutely terrified. Come speak with me and we shall get this matter settled, but if you insist on continuing to intimidate her in this way then I shall be forced to file a complaint not only with the admirality but also with SHIELD, and there are other indiscretions besides that need to be discussed. I'm sure that there can be a reasonable resolution to this, sir. Believe me, all is not what it seems," her tone unchanged. It is with this all said that she takes another drag of her cigarette.

Razorback's ears swivel back towards the young woman and though his muscles tense, his eyes never leave the small primate before him. "Get you gone," he repeats, his tone still quiet and even, "Orrr do your worrrrsst. I am beginning to rrrun out of patiensce and yourrr antics sceasse to amuse me. You may take yourrr uncouth tongue and wrrrap it arrround any unforrrtunate ssoul you come acrrrossss, but yourrr businessss herrre is concluded. You may go."

"Insolent /madame/," Spriggs says to Sarenity. "To even attempt to interfere with Sivadian justice is a matter that shall have you quickly disbarred and sent to Morrigan, Sarenity. Any other attempt to insinuate such an affair will see the end of your legal career." The officer taps his PDA briefly, the device recording the ensuing affair with mechanical precision. "If you wish to blackmail me, I should warn you against the illegality of such an affair." The officer continues to stand in the same place, his shoulders rigidly squared. "Mind your tongue, alien. This is Sivadia. Remember that you are speaking to an officer of His Majesty's fleet." Spriggs says these words to Razorback, his tone firm, and glares at the large feline. He has always kept his hand on the handle of his sidearm; the other, it sits on the pommel of his sword. Whatever purpose he had coming to Sivad, it seems that the officer is not merely dressed for a tea party. Spriggs finally turns his attention to Tiana. "Do not cry, my dear. If what you told me is the truth, no harm shall come to you. Only churls and blackguards." The last words are spoken with a direct look at Razorback. Another muffled sentance is spoken into the commlink.

Slowly Tia regains her upset calm, the flow of tears stemming and the sobs dropping off. She doesn't unfurl though, the Martian as of yet refusing to speak at all. Her arms tighten as she gives her legs a squeeze.

Sarenity glares at Spriggs, the first real sign of any real emotion from the lady. "I would never," she gasps, clearly upset, "how dare you accuse me...I know not what you are speaking of, Eduard, but I believe that we /do/ need to talk /now/," she states. "I am speaking on legal matters. The fact that you drew a gun on a civilian for one," she states. "As to anything else you are insinuating...I would never risk my practice in that way." The words are spoken as levelly as possible only a small quivering in her voice. "Please, let us speak away from these people. I think there are things you need to know and Miss Windield is in no state to explain them to you."

Lieutenant Spriggs is standing near the IND Old Daisy with a half-dozen Specialist Marines at his back. He seems to be in rather hostile discussion with Sarenity and Razorback, who looms protectively between him and Tiana who is perched on the boarding ramp of the ship silently. Razorback's body shudders suddenly, his claws making a brief appearance as he tenses, his lip curling back in a snarl as he tilts his head down and closes his eyes. His ears tighten against his skull but soon relax. The claws are withdrawn into their sheathes and his eyes open to regard Spriggs, frustration building as he senses his time slipping away.

"I have never drawn a weapon /on/ anyone in my career," Spriggs says clearly to Sarenity. He does seem, however, rather put off by her very presence. Several glances are sent between the assembled group. He continues to mutter several words into his commlink, a very definate and affirmate set of words, even if they are unheard by any but the most astute of hearing. At Razoback's claws extending from his paws, he does nearly draws his pistol from its holster. Several apprehensive steps are made away from him, as a pre-cautionary measure, in case the Demarian were to lunge at him he would have a safe distance to respond. A single look at one of the Marines is enough that they are alerted; their stance is the same, but they seem ready.

The tears don't return yet, but Tia's in no better condition. She -still- won't say a thing, nor does she move from the curled up position she's taken up. Not even the arrival of SHIELD make her budge or utter so much as a simple sound.

It's then that Faux's hatch cycles open with a rush of displaced air, admitting a second Demarian to the landing pad, this one a lightly-built, orange-furred female. Swiftfoot's ears flick over toward the knot of people, and she calls out in response to Spriggs, "I beg to differr, good sirr." She smirks and falls silent as SHIELD shows up, padding down the boarding ramp and heading toward the altercation.

Sarenity looks to the officer her face returning to it's void expression. Her hand brings her cigarette to her lips and she inhales deeply, her shaking hand the only indication that she is upset. Removing the cigarette again she exhales slowly before heading in the direction of the officer. "Good evening, sir," she says in a tone that is completely void of any expression. "I'm Sarenity Amherst," she says offering her free hand, "I am here speaking with my clients, Miss Winfield and Mr. Cliffwalker. This officer, Mr. Spriggs showed up and has continually harrassed them, even after repeated warnings he has persisted and there have been other legal issues concerning him," she explains. "I'm sorry that it has come to this, and that we had to bother you."

Spriggs scoffs. "Whether I withdrew my weapon from its holster, or directed it at a specific /person/, is another matter." No further comment is even ventured toward Swiftfoot. Eduard looks evenly at the assembled group, a slight sneer of satisfaction spreading across his lips, as he takes even a few more steps backward toward the SHIELD constable. "As I informed the dispatch on the commlink, old boy, I have reason to believe that this very fellow," Spriggs makes a very obvious gesture to Razorback, "Is the same suspected assassin reported a few days hence. This young lady," he says with a casual indication of Tiana, "Is the witness in the affair." Not a word is said toward Sarenity. "I would ignore this woman, sir," Spriggs says in a pointed tone to the constable. "Her allegations are quite easily dismissed as falsehood, and any of the close-circuit cameras shall vindicate my conduct. But as it stands," Eduard smooths his frock coat, its buttons gleaming in the early morning light, "This is the man that has been wanted by our authorities. I /do/ suggest your boys take him away." Every word said to the constable uttered by the officer is said in a tone that suggest he is used to delegating orders to subordinates.

Razorback seems to have indeed calmed himself from the momentary lapse and he turns to regard Spriggs in predatory amusement as he realizes that the man has stepped back. He turns to regard the constable with a vaguely relieved expression, offering the man a polite nod but allowing Sarenity to do the talking. His ears flick quickly towards a _very_ familiar voice an his eyes quickly follow. His face goes somewhat expressionless at the appearance of the female Demarian and he shakes his head, his ears and tail frozen.

Rillitan marches his way down the open boarding ramp of the Old Daisy, and he doesn't need to work out what's going on. Something about his expression, and the way he walks towards Spriggs particulaly, suggests he'd eavesdropped from the cockpit of the Daisy.

The constable looks at Sarenity first, then at Spriggs. Another moment he looks at Razerback, then Tiana. Finally he looks at Sarenity again, "You said he's been causing you and your clients trouble?" starting with her first.

Still no more tears. It's slow, but Tia does look up at Rillitan's arrival, her head raising just enough so that she'd be able to see the Timonae and most everyone else. Still nothing as far as speaking is concerned though.

Swiftfoot snorts. "Arre you suggesting, then, that you'd intended to use the weapon on Miss Winfield? She was the only otherr one therre at that point, and you don't drraw a weapon if you've no intent to use it in my experrience." She actually chuckles, shaking her head, her gaze trailing over to Tiana, then back to Spriggs. "I can see how she might frrighten you, Leftenant. She is a rratherr imposing specimen." The Fauxite flicks her cloak back over her shoulder, and continues to pad across the tarmac until she's standing next to Razorback, the other Demarian's frozen countenance aside. She nods, then crouches beside Tiana, bringing a paw up to the girl's cheek.

Sarenity to the constable. "I was hired by Miss Winfield because Mr. Spriggs here had harrassed her only a day or so ago. She was found cowering in the Black and White and was absolutely terrified. Mr. Cliffwalker is involved in the case so we had all been discussing things in my office when it got late. I walked with them out here to discuss a few more things and that is when Mr. Spriggs showed up. I asked him to step away from my clients, warned him repeatedly that I would have harrassement charges filed against him, and that I would be sending a complaint the admirality and he continued to persist in his harrassment of them," she explains. "But he is the one that chose to call you out here this late...well, early in the morning now," she states before taking a drag of her cigarette.

Razorback's eyes follow Swiftfoot as she speaks, a faint smile peeling back his muzzle from his fangs before he turns back to the situation at hand. It is then that he realizes that in his preoccupation, his missed Rillitan's arrival. His hackles rise just a hair but he says nothing as he turns to regard lawyer and constable, fully ignoring the fleet officer now.

"Stand up Tiana." Rillitan says back to her, softly, before focusing his attention to the disputers. "Is there a goo dreason why you're all plastered around my ship?" he asks, gruffly, looking at Spriggs, "Why are -you- hanging around?"

"Insolent, wreteched, filthy, deplorable woman! I have heard reports of your venimous rhetorical falsehoods! Never had I thought they would be directed against me, but I should definately have listened to Chadwick!" Spriggs says, his words directed at Sarenity. He seems competely put off, but the officer means to control his composure. He smooths his frock coat, again, and reaches into the breast pocket to withdraw an engraved silver cigarette case. A single white stick finds itself from the container, and is lit with a flick of the officer's wrist. "I warn you, constable, that these ruffians are corrupting this witness. If /I/ were you, I should separate that damnable feline from that poor young woman immediately!" He is clearly indicating Razorback.

"My /reasons,/" Spriggs says in response to Swiftfoot, "Are completely none of your concern. When an officer feels threatened in a situation, he is perfectly expected to withdraw his pistol - whether he chooses to discharge it or threaten anyone with it aside. But /why/ exactly is it that I am speaking with you? I tire of these conversations with aliens." Finally, after these quick remarks, he looks toward Tiana. "Please, Miss Winfield. Do get away from this den of vipers. Let us solve this matter." A quick glance, however, turns toward Rillitan. He looks sharply at Razorback, and swiftly withdraws his sidearm from its holster. "Constable," Spriggs says in a measured tone, as if he were not expecting the man to put up any resistance, "Your assassin and his target are now within striking range. I certain do hope that you quell this matter before it meets an unsavoury conclusion!" The Specialists, following their officer's sudden hand gesture, shoulder their rifles. Anyone could say that the situation has suddenly /intensified/.

"I said to put down the weapons and keep our hands away from them." The constable says. Then he says to Spriggs, "Have everyone put the weapons down, or else I will have you detained."

"You sound like a Terran," Swiftfoot replies, looking up and giving a bland stare to the Leftenant. "An exceptionally rrude one, at that. You werre thrreatened because of what - the fact that I'm a Demarrian? A nameless Demarrian, no less, accorrding to you." She shakes her head, both ears laying back. "You'rre making an ass of yourrself, Leftenant," she observes, straightening as Tiana stands, and backing off a few steps from the girl, which puts her standing beside Razorback. "You play at all this gallantrry, but the trruth is, you wouldn't know nobility if it bit you in the ass." Her eyes narrow at the drawn weapons, and her tail flicks irritably.

Sarenity moves closer to the constable as Spriggs draws his weapon. She takes one last drag of her cigarette and drops it on the ground. She covers it with her foot and twists effectively putting it out, her eyes never leaving the situation a she exhales slowly.

His wounded dignity aside, Spriggs decides to nonetheless sheath his pistol. With a single gesture of his left hand, the Marines likewise return their rifles to a rested position. This is not to suggest that he is happy. A terse few words are directed to the constable. "Don't be a fool! Take this man into custody, /immediately/, as he is a known suspect! Dear God, man, do your duty to your King!" Spriggs seems as if he were not quite happy with the man. It seems that he is used to people following his commands.

"As for that comment, Demarian, I should mind your tongue. You /are/ speaking to an officer of His Majesty's Royal Navy, do need I mind you, and my actions are naught but calculated." His eyes, as his bitter tone, move away from Swiftfoot at once. Spriggs looks directly, if not imploringly, toward Tiana. "My dear Miss Winfield, I do implore you, step away from that ramp at once. You may be in grave danger..." And then to Rillitan. "My dear sir, do step away from this creature, for you may be in mortal peril. What yourself at once!" Regardless of what he was "ordered" by the constable, Spriggs executes a series of quick hand signals to the Marines. Evidentially, something has been communicated to them.

"You ... will ... sstand ... down ..." the Cliffwalker says to Spriggs, speaking for the first time since the Contable arrived, his eyes flashing in barely-restrained fury, his ears lying flat against his head as he gazes down at the man. "In casse you had not notisced," he says, "You have onsce again thrrreatened physical violensce againsst those who have done you no harrrm. I can exscuse yourrr arrrrrrogansce, yourrr blind idioscy, and even yourrr ill-mannerrred, inbrrred sself. But yourrr thrrreatss, ssirrr, I cannot abide and I tell you onsce again ... Sstand down."

The constable watches the signals. "I want you to come with us." he finally says. Then he looks at the others, "As for the rest of you, if I could have your names and contact information I would like to settle this as soon as possible."

Rillitan watches Spriggs as he brings his men into a ready position before snorting, "Grave danger?" he chortles, "What are you talking about? Why the hell would Raz want to attack me now, in front of armed guard?" the Timonae watches as the tide turns on Spriggs, a darker look falling across his features, "I think you've gotten the wrong end of the stick here, mate. We've been friends for years, he even came over to see how I was the other day. If he wanted me dead by now, I think I would be."

Tiana raises her hands to push the heels of her hands against her eyes, fingers rising and brushing through her hair after a moment. The limbs fall back down limply, and Tia still remains mute. You paged Tiana with 'BTW....You remember when Spriggs first walked in and Razorback whispered something to ya? I just realized that I never said what it was.....:) He said, "None of this is your fault."'.

Swiftfoot yawns exaggeratedly and shrugs at Spriggs, giving another of those blank stares. "And you'rre speaking with a memberr of the Windrracerr clan, but that doesn't seem to concerrn you one bit, chief." Her ears flick, and she snorts, shaking her head sadly. "You, sirr, seem to be rratherr... unstable. All these thrreats. The strrain of command and all that, I'm surre. I assurre you, though, Miss Winfield is in the best possible hands." She looks over at Rillitan, then chuckles softly despite herself as she shifts her gaze to the SHIELD officer with a nod. "Swiftfoot Windrracerr, executive officerr, LDF Faux. I'm easy to find. Did you wish us to avoid leaving the planet until this is... situation... is brrought to its conclusion?"

Sarenity turns to the constable, "Sarenity Amherst. I can usually be found at the KYF building on Montevedo street, or in the Black and White," she states.

"You daft, incompetent, insolent, low-bred plebian of a man! How /dare/ you!" Spriggs says shortly to the constable. He takes several quick, pointed steps to the older man and towers over him. In lowered tones, so quietly whispered that no one within two metres could hear unless they had phenomenal hearing, he says, "Do not be an idiotic whelp! This man," Spriggs is seen to gesture towards Razorback, "Has been identified as a suspected assassin. /That/ man," a sweeping gesture is directed toward Rillitan, "Is his intended target. Dear God! What are you doing listening to this offworlders! Order your men to take them into custody /immediately!/ Unless something unsavoury should happen! Place them all into custody immediately, and do get that poor girl out of their influence: she is this witness to this matter! Any more delay on your part and I swear to Allmight God I will have your little badge and job up on a chopping block!" Spriggs temper seems to be failing him. The incompetence of inferiors has evidentially started to show its pace. No further words are said; no other orders executed to his honour guard. Only the glowering, ocean blue eyes of the officer staring at the constable to say anything at the moment. The Marines seem to wait the officers' command, but stand ready - uncommited to any action.

The constable raises his comm, "We need backup." he says simply. Then he says to the specialist with him, "Send them pictures and details." the constable orders. Then he looks at Spriggs. "Please stand down, as well as all of the marines with you. All weapons on the ground. Slowly." he orders.

Razorback looks up at Rillitan, surprise registering in his eyes, but he offers the man a faint nod before he turns back to the situation. There is only a brief twinge in his muzzle as Swiftfoot introduces herself but his gaze sweeps over to the rapidly disintegrating Sivadian. "Rrrazorrrback, clan Cliffwalkerrr," he rumbles to the constable, "Firrrsst offiscerrr of the IND Worrrking Blue." He regards the RNS officer coldly as he stands over the SHIELD agent, his legs gathering under him should he need to move quickly.

Rillitan doesn't notice the nod from the Demarian, he doesn't take his eyes away from Spriggs, walking slowly backwards up the boarding ramp, "Perhaps it would defuse the situation if myself and Tiana were inside our ship, so we are safe." Rillitan suggests, pulling Ti up the ramp with him. "We wont be moving from Sivad soon, we'll stay here for any questions you might have for us."

Tiana nods, the Martian holding tightly to Rillitan and following where she's pulled. A sparse glance is sent around at the group, ending with the constable, though she won't speak even to give him her full name.

"Morre thrreats," Swiftfoot says, shaking her head and frowning, her eyes wandering to Rillitan and Tiana as those two move up the ramp. She looks back at the constable then, brow furrowed. "Crreative insults, at least, but the thrreats arre getting old. If you gentlemen will excuse me, I'll be boarrding my ship. Anyone needing to contact me can do so therre." She glances over her shoulder at Razorback, expression slightly pained, offers him a parting flick of her ears whether he's looking or not, then pads toward the sleek form of the Faux.

Sarenity just watches the scene silently, not a word spoken from the small woman. Long distance to Swiftfoot: Razorback chuckles, "Trouble is, she really showed her stuff there. _That_ was who he saw her becoming and why he was in love with her in the first place. :)" Swiftfoot(Swifty) pages: Aw. o.O Swiftfoot(Swifty) pages: Heheh. Normally she's just Swifty... but she's gonna fight fire with fire. :) You act like a criminal in front of him, you prove his point. ;) Long distance to Swiftfoot: Razorback chuckles.

"You insolent whelp! Do not allow that poor woman to be kept by these rogues any longer, have her escorted off that ship to a secure facility, and interrogate her! As for him," Spriggs clearly indicates Razorback. "Detain him until he is not deemed a threat. There are allegations against the alien that /can not/ be ignored by any man who wishes to fulfill his station truthfully and honestly! If you so much as /dare/ to ignore this matter, man," Spriggs says with narrowed eyes, his lips nearly spitting venom at the constable, "I shall see to it that you are assigned to the night shift of Morrigan! Do your damnable job you incompetent nit!" He has lost his patience, and starts muttering several other commands into his commlink on the SHIELD channel. No provocative movements are made from the naval officer, but he certainly does not surrender his weapon; nor does he make any command for the Specialist to do likewise. An even, steady look is levelled upon the constable. "Do your job, man!" Spriggs finally says.

"I am doing my job, and will see that the appropriate parties are questioned." The constable answers. "As for you, I must detain a threat." is the response. Though he seems to be waiting at this point.

Razorback's eyes follow Swiftfoot as she makes her exit, a faint smile pulling on his snout as she turns. He offers her a slight bow, his tail flicking in farewell. He turns to the pair of arguing Sivadians, shaking his head in irritation now. When he looks up, Swiftfoot is gone and he looks at the tarmac with a wistful smile before he moves to Sarenity's side. "Arrre you alrrright, missss?" he asks quietly.

Sarenity just blinks and looks up at Razor, "I'm fine, Thank you, Mr. Cliffwalker," she says softly. "I appretiate the guesture," she adds as she steps closer then places a hand on his arm.

Spriggs takes another step, so that he is directly in front of the constable, and says in a low and nearly commanding tone. "Listen to me, constable! I am Eduard Perceval Spriggs, second leftenant to His Majesty's ship Indefatigable, and I tell you that that woman you let retreat to that ship is a witness in a potential assassination plot brought about by -that- alien," Spriggs makes another obvious gesture toward Razorback. "If you /do not/ make any attempt to detain him you shall rue your incompetence!" The officer does not plead exactly, but stands as he did before: defiant, proud, and stalwart. "Take him into custody! And detain the poor girl immediately before she is further corrupted by these curs and villains!" He says those last words with a sideways glance to Sarenity.

Joshua enters the landing pad in uniform, walking along the pad toward the military zone with it's lines of launches, frigates, and destroyers as well as their associated patrols. Several of the patrols seem not to be patrolling, but instead staring off toward the Old Daisy a few of them shaking their heads. Joshua stops where he is and also turns to look in their direction before grumbling. "Bloody hell," he mutters as he draws his pistol and jogs off toward the crowd.

The constable simply stands there, seeming to wait for now.

Razorback looks down at the small hand on his arm and nods. "Missss, please know that while I grrreatly apprrresciate yourrr help, I have little to nothing with which to compenssate you."

Sarenity waves her hand and shakes her head, "It was other circumstances that brought you into this. Do not worry about it. This situation...it can be handled easily enough," she says softly.

"A threat? Are you absolutely daft! You /dare/ to question an officer of His Majesty's navy, you called your bloody incompetent bollox to this infernal Landing Pad, on a matter of priority urgence: and to incorrectly suggest that he is a threat to Sivad! I swear to Allmighty God that you are either drunk, on some drugs, or a Specialist you pathetic twerp! I shall have you know, you insolent fool, I am very good and old friends with Charles Pierce Winstey: a man whom I am sure that you know." Spriggs says these words, starting in hushed tones and rising in volume as he contines, to the constable. "/That/ man has been implicated in a murder plot against a man /on this planet/, and you must act against him immediately!" The Sivadian stands looking at the constable, the Marines at readiness behind him, unmoving, and he apparently has no acknowledgement of Joshua's approach. Instead, Spriggs just seems to be in a near-livid state.

Razorback wheels on the Sivadian officer now, having had quite enough at this point. "Sstand down and be quiet!" he roars out at the little man, his nostrils flaring in disgust.

Sarenity moves back making sure she is well out of the way and behind both the constable and Razor.

Joshua comes up to the group finally, his breath labored and pistol in both hands, pointed toward the ground and slightly to the right side. Working to catch his breath, he glances about the crowd with a stern gaze. "What in the name of God is going on here?" Joshua wheezes to no one in particular.

"We have a heavily armed man in severe need of sedation and restraint." The constable explains in short form, motioning slightly at Spriggs. "We are working on it as fast as we can."

Spriggs, on hearing a familiar voice, turns over his shoulder to see Joshua. He completely ignores the constable and, with several steady and composed steps toward his fellow officer, says evenly. "Would you have it know, Mr. Rummel. Our planet is protected by incompetence! It is no wonder that lizard was able to plant those bombs! Not only have I overheard, and received direct testimony toward an assassination plot, but this /daft fool/," the words are pointedly said toward the constable, "Has had the completely oversight to release them rather than detain them for further custody! And he has the further temerity to suggest that an officer and appointed Specialists of His Majesty's Navy are threats to Sivad! This is outright sedition! If we were in space," his tone lowers, "I would certainly hang this cur from the nearest yard arm!" By every gesture, it is quite clear that Spriggs has abandoned any militant stance. He seems exasperated, annoyed, and outright pissed right off at the proceedings. Moving in toward Joshua, taking a few more steps, he extends his hand to Razorback. "That giant cat there has been implicated in a damn murder plot! What in God's name is happening here?!" He stands silent, waiting.

"Ssquadrrron Leaderrr Rrrummell," Razorback says, noting the new arrival with a faint bow, "I would ssay that it was a pleasurrre to ssee you again, but scirrrcumsstansces have dictated otherrrwise." He sighs quietly in frustration before continuing. "I do hope that you have morrre luck calming yourrr idiotic comrrrade than anyone elsse has," he says before turning back to regard the constable with a faint shrug of his massive shoulders.

Sarenity stays where she is and silent for now.

Joshua glances toward the constable, his left hand coming off the pistol as he re holsters it. "Oh?" Joshua says with perked brow then turns to regard the raving naval officer. He studies him for a few minutes before speaking. "A plotted assassination of who?" he asks pointedly and crossing his arms over his chest.

"He discusses the Demarian that is with us now as well as a human female not currently present." The constable explains. "If there is anything you could do to calm him down it would be much appreciated."

"I have it," Spriggs says raising his voice to the constables attention, "From the source of a Miss Tiana Winfield, that a woman by the name of Darya Miasnikov has hired that Demarian," the officer makes even another pointed gesture to Razorback, "To assassinate the Captain of the Old Daisy, one Timonese by the name of Rillitan. And this absolutely asinine, idiotic fool has done nothing to seek the matter out except dribble out inconsquential and moronic points. I /shall/ see to it this man is posted on the polar ice cap!" Eduard's last words are said to Joshua in a hushed tone, obviously speaking as if to a man he trusts. He does not seem agitated, but is at the least annoyed, and shows no outward signs of going on a shooting-spree or any such behaviour.

"And you saw fit to waste military resources on a civilian matter?" Joshua scoffs, "This matter is in the hands of that 'asinine, idiotic fool' over there, and while you're planetside, you're under his authority no matter how incompetent he may be." His hand points toward the constable in question. "Unless a military officer, Sivadian dignitary, or His Majesty himself is the target of this assassination plot, I do not see the need for these Marines to have crossed the bloody line into the civilian sector with rifles drawn. I suggest you take the constable's advice and calm down and let the proper authorities handle this. As I see it the only threat at this very moment is you and those Marines as they're the only ones I see with weapons out."

Sarenity steps up to the constable, "I have at least three witnesses that will testify that Mr. Spriggs here also drew a gun and threatened people on Montevedo street during the early morning hours," she offers.

The constable nods with this, as well, but doesn't say anything further for the moment.

"I was drawn planetside upon a confidential matter of Admiralty orders," Spriggs says dryly. "It was Leftenant Kelly's suggestion, based on my orders considering the recent terrorist attack and the present unstable security of our planet, that I proceed with an honour detail to protect my person unless any trouble should arise." With the looks he gives to the others, it seems that he does not wish to openly discuss the issue with Joshua in a public setting. "These men took the proper precautions when that alien saw fit to unleash his damnable lethal claws, and the man in question emerged: for my safety and his." After these comments, Spriggs takes a long drag from his fag and tramples it underfoot. Finally, he says, "Sergeant, you and your detachment are relieved. Report to Leftenant Kelly onboard the Launch." These words solicit a smart salute from one of the Specialists, and the peel away in even step towards the shuttle without futher word.

"Threat? This blackguard has allowed the principal witness to retire, and has made no effort to call for the detainment of that suspect. This matter is absurd! I have never seen such incompetence in my life!" Spriggs says in quiet confidence to Joshua. He turns to consider the Demarian, the constable, his Specialist, and the lawyer evenly. There is no love in the seaman's eyes. At length, the Sivadian adds to Joshua in a raspy whisper, "Mr. Rummel, you /must/ know that our security on Sivad has been breached. How else could that Zangali leak past our guards? It is only a matter of time before His Majesty'r Royal Naval Service is called upon as the watchwords of Sivad. Irregardless, I have done naught but conduct myself admirably. It is this overweening, incompetent twit that has sullied these affairs! For God's sake, he has not even done the least bit of effort to detain a purported criminal!"

Spriggs slowly considers Sarenity. "Perjury and slander in regards to an officer of His Majesty's Navy is a serious and grave offense, Sarenity. I should expect you to know that matter quite well, as a lawyer. Do be careful with your wild and insinuating remarks. Your language betrays a mightily grave affair." He adds as an afterthough. "Remember that I can buy your practice. Not that this is necessary. If you wish to bring this erroneous charges to bear, I will have you shackled and sent to Morrigan: after I bankrupt you from every Yojj-Sterling in your account!" He has obviously had a bad day, and at this point is speaking frankly to anyone who challenges him.

"An honor guard? For a leftenant? Miss. Tharpe is indeed fresh from the Academy," Joshua says with amusement, "And yes, threat is an apt word. The only weapons drawn have been, until this moment yours. I believe the constable was acting quite reasonably to defuse the situation at hand. If he hasn't arrested anyone yet, then I'm sure he has good reason. I would advise that you learn patience Mr. Spriggs, or earn powerful friends with connections to the Admrialty Board, if you ever wish to command in your life time."

Sarenity shrugs, "I wouldn't purger myself and I have at least three witnesses, one of which I have a recorded statement from on the fact that he threatened with a drew a weaon," she states.