Kamoa walks up to the Gran female at what appears to be the reception desk. He smiles at her politely and says. "Excuse me, myself and some companions were attacked in the nearby wilderness by this fellow..." he crooks a thumb at their captive. "...and some of his friends. We needed to turn him over to whoever is the authority on this planet, but we're new here, so I'm not sure what the procedure is. Can you help us?"

Bralane walks quietly through the village, her thoughts mostly to herself.

"We should look to deliver our charge, replenish our supplies, and continue on our journey as quickly as possible."

Pausing for a moment, she looks at their captive

"And you. Should you somehow avoid justice here, know that if we find you again engaged in such a heinous vocation, you will not be given a second chance to atone for your error."

On 8/14/2017 at 3:01 PM, KungFuFerret said:

Kamoa walks up to the Gran female at what appears to be the reception desk. He smiles at her politely and says. "Excuse me, myself and some companions were attacked in the nearby wilderness by this fellow..." he crooks a thumb at their captive. "...and some of his friends. We needed to turn him over to whoever is the authority on this planet, but we're new here, so I'm not sure what the procedure is. Can you help us?"

"Oh my," the Gran says, speaking accented Basic, "you'll have to speak with the marshal right away. Shorg," she says, turning to the Gamorrean, "please escort these people to the marshal." She turns back to the group. "Although, I'd have to ask only one or two of you go in, and the rest to wait."

2 hours ago, Blackbird888 said:

"Oh my," the Gran says, speaking accented Basic, "you'll have to speak with the marshal right away. Shorg," she says, turning to the Gamorrean, "please escort these people to the marshal." She turns back to the group. "Although, I'd have to ask only one or two of you go in, and the rest to wait."

The hair on Zik's neck stands on end as he enters the town hall. As unremarkable as it is, it reminds him of the Imperial jail where he spent the months of his trial. But the prisoner must be dealt with one way or another.

He regards the Gran receptionist with a worried look. "Cut off the sand panther's tail and he becomes even more dangerous. This one is captured, but he still might cause trouble—especially in a small room. Please be careful." Zik then turns to face the others. "Who wants to come with me to keep the Demon-of-Mischief in line? Maybe the rest of you can keep the little one safe until the prisoner is no longer a threat."

38 minutes ago, SavageBob said:

The hair on Zik's neck stands on end as he enters the town hall. As unremarkable as it is, it reminds him of the Imperial jail where he spent the months of his trial. But the prisoner must be dealt with one way or another.

He regards the Gran receptionist with a worried look. "Cut off the sand panther's tail and he becomes even more dangerous. This one is captured, but he still might cause trouble—especially in a small room. Please be careful." Zik then turns to face the others. "Who wants to come with me to keep the Demon-of-Mischief in line? Maybe the rest of you can keep the little one safe until the prisoner is no longer a threat."

"I can go in with you. " Kamoa says. He turns to Zik and nods, and then looks at the Gamorrean who was to escort them, giving him a professional nod as well.

Seeing Zik and Kamoa follow the guard with their prisoner, Kai exits the building. Positioning himself near the entrance, his keen eyes take in the surrounding activity, vigilant for anything untoward. Pssip-pssip. Fee-be-be-beee. Fee-be-be-beee. Kai whistles softly, to himself, as he looks about.

Zik and Kamoa turn to the burly Gamorrean. With only a grunt, he bids them up the stairwell, and the two follow him, Amanojaku between them and the deputy. Upstairs is a nondescript, curving hallway with nary any decoration. You get the impression you are against the outer edge of the building, with the majority of the upper floor facing inwards. He leads you four doors down and knocks heavily on a thick wooden door. After a moment you hear a muffled response, and the Gamorrean opens the door and directs the group in.

Inside is a simple office. Though decent in size (enough for three men and a Gamorrean to stand comfortably), it is plain and unadorned, like the rest of the building. There stands a black-haired Pantoran woman, leaning against a wooden desk; she's wearing a simple white shirt with brown trousers and a vest, and she has a leather eye patch covering her right eye. There's a simple set of filing cabinets to one side, and a coat rack to the other, where hangs a long brown coat.

She looks each of the group over. " What's this then? " she speaks in Basic, sharing Shisa's distinct accent.

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She looks each of the group over. " What's this then? " she speaks in Basic, sharing Shisa's distinct accent.

"Hello, sorry to bring this to you, but..." he gestures at the captive. "This person, and several of his friends, attacked our group a day or so ago. He's apparently part of some group called the Ao-Andon, Blue Lantern Demons?" He shrugs, clearly not sure what that means. "Or at least that's what we were told. He hasn't been very forthcoming with information. But, he and his friends tried their best to harm us and our companions. So, since I'm pretty sure assault is frowned upon here, we brought him to the nearest law enforcement location we could find. Hoping you could deal with him appropriately."

Zik frowns. "Says his name is Amanojaku. Might be an alias, or even some sort of insult. He wasn't exactly happy to chat with us after we captured him." The man elbows the captive lightly. "That right, Demon-of-Mischief?"

Chadrik exits behind Kai and sits himself down with his back leaning against a non-descript building. If he hadn't positioned himself as close to Kai as he did he might have looked like any other deadbeat in the town. Before too long, the unmistakable sound of snoring came from the Rodian.

The woman mulls over the information for a moment, rubbing her forehead and sighing. She mutters under her breath in the local language, but the tone is a tired curse.

" Ideally ," she says, " and officially, I would detain you all while I investigate the incident. Realistically, I can't do that, and I don't think I could make you stay if I wanted, so I need a few hours, a day if I can, of your time. So I'm going to need you explain everything from the beginning. You have any other witnesses? Can you give me the location of the attack? I need to know everything. My name is Vyri Truong. "

16 minutes ago, Blackbird888 said:

The woman mulls over the information for a moment, rubbing her forehead and sighing. She mutters under her breath in the local language, but the tone is a tired curse.

" Ideally ," she says, " and officially, I would detain you all while I investigate the incident. Realistically, I can't do that, and I don't think I could make you stay if I wanted, so I need a few hours, a day if I can, of your time. So I'm going to need you explain everything from the beginning. You have any other witnesses? Can you give me the location of the attack? I need to know everything. My name is Vyri Truong. "

Zik gives Kamoa a sideways glance, as if to ask, how much should we tell this person? "News is always more interesting to the one delivering it, Madame. There's not much to tell, to be honest. But if you want the full story, perhaps we should go back into the main hall so you can speak with the others who were involved?"

Kamoa glances over at Zik and shrugs, apparently fine with involving the others if necessary. "I'd be happy to say what happened, I don't want to delay events unduly, or we can talk to the others." He holds up his hands to Truong as if to say 'either option is the same to me.' "As to your question about other witnesses, yes, our entire group were witnesses to the attack, as we were all attacked simultaneously. They were left outside per the instruction of your associate here." He gestures to their escort. "How would you like to proceed?"

" I'll detain the Ao-Andon for now ," Truong decides. " Shorg, escort him to the jailhouse. The rest of us will head in the lobby; meet me there when you're done. You two, let me grab my coat and we'll talk with your friends. "

Zik's eyes widen slightly at Truong's decision. "Madame Truong, perhaps I should go with our friend Shorg here to make sure the prisoner doesn't try to pull a fast one? I don't think you need to hear a story to understand how slippery a Demon-of-Mischief can be…"

Kamoa glances over at Zik. "I think it will be fine for now. He's restrained, in a police facility, and being escorted by the authorities. " He looks at the Ao-Andon pointedly for his next comment. "And if he did decide to escape, and come back after us again, I think he will find us to be....less hospitable than our previous encounter." His words very clear in their implication. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can be off." He gets up and starts to head to the door to continue the discussion with the rest of the group.

As Kamoa heads for the door, Zik grimaces. Truong seems earnest enough, but the storyteller can't help but feel off-balance around someone who seems so very by-the-book. He waits a beat then asks, "Again, Madame, this man tried to buy a child as if she were a jubba bird in a cage. The others can tell you the tale. But the town is easier to disappear into than the forest. I'd like to keep my eye on him until he is safely locked away." He turns to the Gamorrean. "Brother Shorg?"

Shorg snorts disdainful, but says nothing and pauses, looking to Truong. She shrugs and sighs, but waves both him and Zik on. " Get on with it, but hurry up, " she says, opening the door.

Shorg proceeds without hesitation, hand wrapped around Amanojaku's arm, leading him down the hall. Truong goes the other way, back towards the stairway Zik and Kamoa took to get to her office.

Zik follows the Gamorrean as closely as the narrow hallway will allow. He then says, "My companions and I are fortunate this town has facilities for such as this Demon-of-Mischief. Tell me, Brother Shorg: T hese Ao-Andon seem like trouble. Have you had problems with them before?"

Shorg grunts, but seems to acquiesce. He speaks in a heavily warped variant of Huttese, as far as you could tell, mixed with some Gamorrean squeals and a few sounds that may be the local language. The story you get Shorg goes something like this: " Some years ago, there were some [colonists or farmers] who had no offspring. They chanced upon an abandoned child, and took the child as their own. The child grew up [commendably] , and was well-liked by the neighbors, though [ignorant or naive]. One day, the child's parents were to leave for business, instructing the grown child to remain inside until they return, and open up for no one. It is said that, while gone, a stranger came to the house and begged for entrance. The child at first listened, but eventually acquiesced, only to find [uncertain, but possibly Ao-Andon] at the door. The parents later returned to find their child acting strangely, and upon investigating found that a stranger was wearing their child's skin as a disguise. The stranger soon fled."

As he speaks, Shorg has led Zik and Amanojaku down into the basement of the structure, where the jails were. Made of archaic iron bars with only some electronic locking, the Gamorrean quickly deposits his prisoner in a cell, locks him up, and quickly leaves.

Zik addresses the prisoner. " Seems your crimes may be even worse than merely enslaving children, eh, skin-stealer? Don't mistake deceit for wisdom. " He then follows Shorg back out toward the others.

"Koo-ku-Tooo!" Kai prods the narcoleptic Rodian in the ribs with a talon. "Sounds like they've returned. Let us rejoin them, and see what they've learned."

As Kamoa returns with the marshal, Truong regards the group, looking from person to person with a scrutinizing, one-eyed gaze. Her gaze settles on Shisa for a moment, then returns to look at Kamoa. She speaks, but from her tone it seems she's talking to the group: "Did you mention the kid earlier? What's that about?"

Shisa mutters something in her tongue, and the Pantoran responds with a short phrase. She shakes her head. "Alright then, let's get everybody's story."

Chadrik struggles up as Kai wakes him. Why one of the perks of being a Jedi was not better sleep he would never know. Grumbling as he gets up, Kai could make out something to the effect of getting arrested for vagrancy and actually getting some decent sleep in jail. Chadrik stretched (again) and stood to his full height which wasn't much compared to the huge bird-man next to him. "No rest for the weary. Hopefully they got Mr. Trickster all tricked out."

Bralane patiently waits for her turn to interview withe constable, observing the comings and goings of the various townsfolk, but mostly just minding her business. Summoned to give testimony:

" That one there" Bralane points at Ao-Andon "was part of a group that attempted to kidnap Shisa, the young girl. There was a superficial attempt at bribing our party with a large sum of money to 'not interfere' and once it become apparent we were not going to let them take Shisa a fight broke out. This fight was initiated by Ao-Andon and his group. Myself and several of my companions are well skilled in armed and unarmed martial arts, and we defended ourselves, using lethal force as needed to stop the aggression. Ao-Andon was the only one to survive from his group, we talked him into surrender once it became apparent he had lost. We opted to take him into custody rather than serve justice in the wilderness."

Following her testimony, Bralane gives a curt nod to the Constable and retires from the courthouse, preferring the hustle and bustle of the city center.