MPT - LS Trickster - Security Rounds - Remington

Posted Nov. 25, 2020, 11:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Security Rounds - Remington

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Security Rounds - Remington

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.”

“No, she wouldn’t, Lanshay. She brought us here to help you and protect you, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

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.
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From the top of the hill, Icarus pulled out binoculars and surveyed the various areas Yaren pointed out. He looked for various weak points in the village, areas that needed to be shored up for less access as well as safe places the villagers could make stand against invaders if need be. . .

The village was in a semi valley in between the hills. The hills making a natural wall of sorts, but also leaving the village blind to the other side of the hills. The east side was flat and was plowed but allowed for an easy view for a few kilometers. “The hills to the north have a sheer drop on the back side. The west and south hills are riddled with caves but plenty of paths laid out, but not hard for a determined hiker to make their own way.”

“What kind of unwelcome guests are we talking about, Yaren? Getting to know your enemy and how he operates is half the battle.”


“Mostly we have petty thieves. They hide out in the caves and sneak into the village. Mostly, we can handle them. Unless they are on the run rather than lazy. Then it gets rough. Takes more of us to get rid of them or arrest them. The syndicate comes around now and then, but we don’t really have anything they want. The other villages deal more in their black market. Every once in awhile they show up. Their tradings are not on the up and up but as long as we don’t do business they leave us alone. I fear…” Yaren looks at Lanshay, she had a good idea of the risks going on, but as far as Yaren was concerned she was still a kid.

“He’s afraid the slave traders might come back with them. They left when the governors house blew up 12 years ago and haven’t been back.” Lanshay glares at Yaren, “But what about that woman who kidnapped Bella!”

“I was getting to that,” Yaren snaps. “Some woman has taken Bella, sweet little 2 year old. Bella keeps saying it’s her mom, but her mother died right after she was born.” Yaren holds up a pair of binoculars and then points. “There, they’re in the southern hills right now. They never go far, but I am certain Bella is not safe with that woman.”
Story Teller EvilJen

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