[@Searat][@Bright_Ops][@Superboy]

A miner (possibly the greatest threat), some retired fossil, and their quarry; this wasn't exactly what the two gamblers had expected when they chased Lucius into a corner, but it was more than they had counted on. Just as well that they had friends coming, or they - especially with their target clasping a knife in one hand - may have felt a little outmatched.

"What's all this then, ey?" A gruff voice said from behind the group, seven visor-obscured faces glaring at the roundup of potential recruits, their crimson-and-blue armour and weapons showing them as Enforcers for the Planetary Governor. Each of them held a barbaric-looking shock-maul, four at least equipped with riot-shields, and none of them seemed in the mood for any backchat.

"Got a licence for that weapon, boy?" Barked the speaker again, this time peering over Ingo's shoulder and taking in the partially bleeding farmer, "I think you'd best put that down."

The Enforcers advanced until they had pressed the group back into the same area as Lucius, the shields raised to block them in, and the apparent leader shouting one more time from behind the row of shields.

"Gentlemen, you are going to hand over any weapons, then you will report to a Sergeant Fektnah over by the crates yonder," a thumb was jabbed in the direction of the dusty kilted relic, "[b]or[/b] we can get better acquainted?"


([@FrostedCaramel], you can choose to intervene or not, it's up to you really.)