Posted Nov. 21, 2020, 12:22 a.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Security Rounds - Remington
Uduld Yaren appeared later that evening. He was stopped by Lanshay who had a million questions about the people that Zanya had brought with her. The man with the long black coat she was sure was the scariest person she had ever met. He seemed so laid back but his eyes never stopped. And he was just too relaxed. Who relaxed that much in a border village like theirs? And then that tellarite had the biggest gun she had ever seen. Was that even safe to have around the younger children? Yaren stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Zanya wouldn’t bring anyone here who would hurt us.”
Lanshay rolled her eyes, “Zanya has no sense of self preservation, so she didn’t bring them to protect herself. What’s going on?” Yaren sighed, “Girl, you are going to be the death of me. First of all you should be worrying about having fun and boys, second you were supposed to be in school today. Come on. You can come listen and you’ll see. This Mr Pinkerton knows what he’s about, or I didn’t survive the Cardassian occupation.”
Yaren walked into the back room. Zanya was nowhere to be seen, probably off telling one of her crazy stories to the younger children. “Mr Pinkerton,” he held out his hand. “I’m grateful to have you here. Why don’t we go outside? Karra is an excellent hostess, but this room can get crowded.” He led the way outside. “We get some unwelcome guests every now and again, but my biggest concern is those hills up there. People go wandering and get hurt. Lots of places for people not wanting to be found to hide. And I’m not as fast as I used to be, and the people who I work with, well none of us are trained fighters.” Yaren led the way to the outer edges of the village and then up a hill on the south side of the village. From the top the whole village could be seen and on the other side lower hills, dips, and lots of places for problems. There was what looked like an old path leading southerly and a well-worked new path off to the east of the village. Several people were coming back down that path. To the north west were the ruins of a large house, mostly overgrown now and looked like it hadn’t been visited in a long time. The security, as it were, could be seen around the village. And it wasn’t that they weren’t diligent but they weren’t trained or born for the work.
Story Teller EvilJen
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