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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 5:14 pm
It was pretty rare now a days for the senshi to actually be on her planet. She just found it more beneficial to be out there and meeting other senshi and knights face to face to handle deliveries and make transactions and deals and connections. There were still times though, when she was on the planet, handling the administrative duties of paper work and overseeing the transferring and loading of cargo in the armada of ships coming and going. Now was such a time, and it was rather interesting to be sure. The senshi's arms were clasped behind her back, her heels clicking in a confident yet causal pace on the wood planks of the dock. She had just seen a flash of strange colors, like a ribbon in the wind, make its home in some of the crates she was approaching. Nothing escaped her surveillance, and this wouldn't be the first time she had caught a stowaway. The number of attempts had been drastically cut down due to the serious consequences, and the fact that no one had successfully done so without facing said consequences yet. She stopped near the crate, and a gloved hand shifted to the hilt of her rapier she carried at her waist. Stern drew the blade, and used the hilt to knock on the wood of the crate. "Come out." She ordered. "I know you're in there."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2018 11:51 pm
To Kestrel's credit, she had done a decent enough job of hiding so far. It wasn't an easy job, to keep her head down and her mouth shut on the planet of ships when she herself was a career courier, but with current treaties being what they were, it was easier for a package to make it halfway across the galaxy than a certain Knight of Uranus, and she had places to be and borders to illegally cross. It was a perfect plan, save for one damning flaw--
Cargo boxes don't have scarves.
A swatch of sky blue and sand tan peeked over her hiding place of choice, and perhaps she had wiggled too much to right her orientation in the crate, because boxes weren't supposed to wiggle either. She froze when she heard the sound of boots on wood, and winced when the knocking rapped against her own crate, but it wasn't until she heard an authoritative voice that she knew she'd messed up somewhere.
"Are you...sure about that," came the muffled reply from the crate, slow and unsure and slightly dry in tone. "I could be somewhere else, and maybe you're just seeing a mirage." A pause. "And hearing one." Another pause. "These things happen sometimes."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 11:09 am
Well, this was refreshing at least. The few times she had caught someone in this lifetime, the immediate discovery had reduced the trespasser to a blubbering mess of tears and wails. At least this one still had their head on. "You're suffering from a mirage if you think that excuse is viable." Stern glanced at the scarf again, and now that she was closer could make out the Uranian script, signifying this person's allegiance. She turned the rapier so that the blade was pointed at the box now, and waited. "Stowaway of Uranus, I will not repeat myself. Come out. We'll discuss the reasons for your trespassing and the consequences." Stern's tone was rather procedural. "Failure to comply will result in the immediate harshest consequences. If you've stolen something, a hand will be severed. If you have not, your hands will be spared, but you will be permanently branded across the forehead. In addition to being branded, you will be hog tied and shipped straight back to your planet as the figurehead for the ship carrying you." A pause, because after laying down the harshest consequences, you had to give some honey to make it appealing and to get someone to talk. "Immediate cooperation will not result in these harshest consequences, on my word and honor as Admiral of this planet."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 6:20 pm
"Technically, you don't suffer from a mirage--" Zoji La started, hands up with one finger pointed as she slowly rose from her hiding place. "You suffer from dehydration and sun exposure, and then you start to hallucinate." Her eyes were steady on the sword, and she certainly minded the way it was pointed at her, but she didn't cow to it like some simpering page. She might not have been a senshi, but she was knighted under a princess, and her powers and motives were true. What did she have to fear?
"I can't really afford to offer my hands, I get too much use out of them," The knight shrugged under her poncho, her expression sheepish but coy. "And I have no stomach for the smell of burning skin, so branding is out. Hog tied is usually a third date sort of proposal, but...Admiral does have a certain ring to it."
She did her best to flash a charming smile, a facsimile of an expression she'd learned from someone with brighter eyes and sharper teeth. "Allow me to explain--my name is Zoji La, and if it makes a difference, I'm on a very special mission."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 4:50 pm
"Technically you can, because I'm suffering from you, who just labeled herself as such." The rapier followed the knight up, keeping close to her throat. A pale brow rose as she went on. My, this one was a cheeky one, wasn't she? Slightly amused the senshi might have been, but nothing showed on her face. A trespasser was still a trespasser, no matter how witty or full of attitude she might have been, and would be dealt with accordingly. Zoji La used charm! It wasn't very effective. Stern, Admiral of the planet Sedna, was not charmed. "It doesn't make a difference, Zoji La." Stern replied. "You broke the law of my planet by attempting to sneak around without proper protocol and documentation for entry. Also having received no formal communications from your planet about your passage, the odds aren't looking to be in your favor." She pressed the end of the blade closer to the other woman. "So hurry and attempt to justify why your very special mission puts you above the rules."
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