Hangar Massacre - Are Prince Aiden’s ‘Guests’ a Threat?

The words scrolled across the twenty meter tall hologram portentously. Junebug steeped from the aircar the provost had provided and sighed. The Highlander’s crew had, eventually been officially cleared of any wrong doing, largely because Taya had provided the holo recordings of events to the authorities. It was possible to fake holograms but it was extremely difficult and easy to spot to anyone with even a cursory background. Even they Highlanders most dyed in the wool detractors couldn’t claim they hadn’t been attack. That didn’t stop them from painting their response as needlessly brutal though. Looped images ran of Junebug shooting the infiltrator by the hatch in the back.  There was also footage of Lieutenant Kagan shooting one of his apparent allies before surrendering. There were as many opinions on what that meant as there were news channels.

The planet, or at least the city, didn’t have police in the regular sent. Instead it had a handful of appointed provosts who determined whether a crime had been committed. Once that was accomplished the provosts could appeal to the various noble houses for manpower under some arcane feudal law. Junebug supposed she had seen stranger systems. On Cephalon the natives didn’t even have a notion of justice. They merely burned twelve intercessors each lunar new year to purge the guilt of the whole community. Still it was disconcerting to see so sophisticated a society using such an outdated system of justice.

The provost's had wanted to question Kagan and his men but Junebug had refused. As surrendered combatants she was responsible from shielding them from local retaliation within reasonable limits. This had caused the provosts some consternation until she finally stumbled upon the formula that the captured mercenaries were her leigemen now. The precedents were consulted and this was apparently judged as proper. The rapid collapse of official resistance after that made Sayeeda suspect that Prince Aiden had strong armed the bureaucrats into dropping the matter. If so, she as thankful.

She shook her head wryly as the footage on the big screen played over Neil informing the whole planet that they were nobody to fuck with. It made her smile in spite of herself.  The Provost’s had dropped her off in the palace compound by her request. The driver had cursed repeatedly at the swarm of camera drones that had followed them but they sheared of when they crossed the ornamental silver wall which encircled the private areas of the palace. 

“Neil, the cops say we’re are all clear or now but it doesn't look like they are set up to do much investigating. Any progress on who these people were and why they were trying to break in to our ship?”
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