Graven XII - Security

Posted May 28, 2020, 9:25 a.m. by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Lieutenant Logan Drake (Chief of Security) in Graven XII - Security

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Graven XII - Security

Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Graven XII - Security
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The ‘fleet’ was breaking up leaving the enigmatic looking Hayson Koryne there. With the others having moved off Koryne unclasped his hands that he had in front and approached. He held his hands out in front of him, palms out. “This is our traditional greeting, however this is the more formal. Most people have something in their hands in passing. One hand is the norm.”

Logan shook his hands in response. “Normally, we’ve found the single hand to be sufficient,” he said.

His hands went down to his sides. Looking about at the others a smile crossed his features for the first time. “Any of you saints drink?”
- Koryne

“Drink?” Logan repeated. “I hadn’t considered that. We should evaluate all aspects of your society. And it’s considered rude to refuse a drink from a host. So. What do you have?”


Koryne tipped his head just slightly as though assessing what Logan was saying. “There is a place by the wharf called the ‘Dry Dock’. I think you will find it charming. The closest term that I could see from the world brief I saw was that you call them ‘Pubs’.” Koryne smiled and looked around. “It’s a nice day. Are you up for a walk? It isn’t far.”

“From the coastal areas the elevation rises from there until the mid latitudes where the planet becomes more mountainous. In some regions the climate is right for fruits that are used to create what we call ‘gis’. I believe you call it wine. Your other more grain based victual, beer, is uncommon here.” Logan would find his tone very precise as though he were choosing his words carefully, not out of hesitation but of intent.
- Wookiee

“Interesting,” Logan said. “Of course we pride ourselves on having a wide variety of adult beverages to select from at any given time. And pairing those of with the appropriate foods.”


Koryne glanced at Logan as they walked. “You sound like you moonlight as a food critic.” The afternoon was pleasant and as they exited under the arch to the Visitor’s center they came to a wide green space. He angled toward a path that meandered through the trees toward a collection of distant buildings, though the sea smell was still evident. “The greenspace bumps up against the shoreline wharves and warehouses and businesses.

Logan replied, ” it’s just that I like to eat.”

“The presumed bureaucratic mission I am told was to help with inter department communications and better response to crises.” His tone was neutral. “I have something more interesting if you are not so mission focused.”
- Koryne

Bump .. Gene

“I’m game,” Logan said.


They walked along through the park and into the wharf area. It was an active area with ships loading and unloading and both men and machinery shifting bales and large containers off of principally concrete and wooden peninsulas. The scent of fish was strong as they kept to a walkway that hugged buildings and warehouses. Next to them was a broad street that ended at the waterline. Waves lapped against the stone shore and the sounds of ships bumping against dock and people shouting and the Graven equivalent of gulls sounding off above were heard.

Koryne led them to a fairly nondescript building with a wooden face, 2 large windows separated into 16 smaller panes and a sign overhanging the door. It was a simple sign showing a notched out canyon with the words Dry Dock in dark paint inside it. “Here we are.” Koryne entered first into the not unfamiliar atmosphere of a bar that could be found almost anywhere in the galaxy. Wooden floors, a long scarred bar at one end, a multitude of souveniers over the bar that looked to be city insignias or perhaps ships names, and tables with a variety of people around them completed the picture. The clientele was mixed. Dock workers, seamen, warehouse staff marked the most though with others salted about that could be office workers and administrators.

Choosing a table by the window Koryne held up two fingers to the bar. “House special. Makes it easy,” he said. “Food here is not bad. They do a very good pinion fish filet with local vegetables.” He picked up a well used menu from the side of the table and gave it a cursory glance. “What kind of security issues do you deal with on your vessel?” he inquired.
- Koryne

Logan read his menu. “We’re a heavy research class of vessel, Mr. Koryne,” he said. “So we tend to get research related missions. I spend a lot of time on the bridge at the security station. I tend to the weapons, defense systems. That sort of thing. The crew behaves well enough.”

“In fact, you must see all sorts of action on your world.”


“You may think it strange,” Koryne began, “but not that much. Mostly minor things. Occasionally more interesting. Like now.” The drinks arrived and Koryne nodded at the pretty waitress who was paying more attention to Logan. “Pinion special for me,” he said, then paused to allow Logan to say what he might like.

“I’ll have the same, please,” Logan said almost automatically. He tried not to stare at the pretty waitress.

When she was gone Koryne leaned forward on the table. He lifted it and said, “Sheval. That’s a kind of toast we say,” then took a drink. It was a fruity wine, though with a spicy undertone. “For instance,” he said, fixing his gaze on Koryne. “Do you see anything out of sorts with the clientele here?”

“Nothing that’s obvious,” Logan said. “They all seem to be enjoying themselves.”

After letting Logan come to some opinion, he said, “You’d not know that it has changed over the past year and it’s not simply that the Pinion is that good. Normally you have a more of a separation of classes. What is more ..” he leaned in. “Tonight, one of these people will die.”

OOC: Bump

“What?” Logan asked as he tried the drink. “What makes you say that?”


Koryne took a long sip of his drink. “Because for the last twenty moons one person has died from this group who seem to find this particular establishment in common even though they have before then never been here. What is more, apart from the owners and myself, all of these are .. Blanks. They have bodies but no spirit. No soul. We are a two spirit people, Mr Logan.” He gestured with his drink in the direction of the patrons. “This should not be. And before now we would have gone so far as to say this could not be.”
- Koryne

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