Lieutenant Commander Anton Richards: Attack Mules
Anton Richards
(( Gates of Æstin, Valaria III))
Nis and Anton were provided with a unique opportunity and Anton wasn’t planning on letting it go to waste. If they could just sneak in through the gate, they would be able to get an idea of what is going on in this place.
Richards: Now could be our chance.
Nis: :: eyes widening :: To … uh ... what?!
The gates were starting to open as the crowd was cleared back to make way for the caravan. Anton began to move towards the gate.
Richards: Quickly before they see us.
Anton had almost made it through, or so he would later say upon retelling the events of the mission. In reality, there wasn’t exactly a clear path, and apparently, besides the guards, the animals pulling the caravan also took a hardened interest in keeping them out.
Just as Anton moved towards the gate, one of the pack animals reared back, delivering a restrained yet solid kick to Anton’s chest from its front legs. He fell to the ground, slightly out of breath, and to think, he almost made it through.
Richards: ::wincing:: They are attack mules.
Another detail that he would choose to add the next time that his campfire tales were given the opportunity of being shared. After all campfire tales sometimes need a little action.
Guard: Grab them!
The guard shouted towards Anton and he wasn’t going to have much problems, as Anton was still grounded and attempting to catch his breath.
Nis: Oh crap.
Noblewoman: Wait!
The voice came from one of the palanquins, and soon from behind the caravan doors, a woman who bore a fancy, clean, and most importantly well fed appearance.
Noblewoman: Those sashes. You’re guild members, aren’t you?
The woman spoke towards Nis, before seemingly lending a gratuitous glance in Anton’s grounded position.
Anxiety rushed through Anton as each breath that he took was cut off at half of what would have felt complete and in his recovering state, he only managed a quick albeit sarcastic response.
Richards: ::grimacing:: What gave it away?
The noblewoman looked towards Anton, slightly unimpressed with his manners.
Noblewoman: The sashes… obviously.
Nis: Response
At last Anton had been able to rise from his less than comfortable position on the ground, and soon was standing with the pair, adjusting the sash that he had just realized he had been wearing. At least the AI had given them one break in its large and undecipherable game plan.
Richards: Yeah. They’ve completely locked the gates, I presume in anticipation of your arrival.
Anton wasn’t sure if all nobles traveled in large companies whilst the rest of the population was starving.
Nis: Response
Noblewoman: You may accompany us through the gate if you wish.
Anton looked towards Jania with a worrying glance.
Richards: I… we are waiting to be reunited with the rest of out traveling party.
The Noblewoman looked towards him, clearly unimpressed.
Noblewoman: A moment ago, you didn’t seem so keen on waiting.
Nis: Response.
[TAGS/TBC]
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Lieutenant Commander Anton Richards
Chief of Security
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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