[color=8493ca][h3][b]Post Captain Le Marinier[/b][/h3]
[b]Telagrams and Talks.[/b]
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Airship. 

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The younger soldier made Captain Le Mariner feel old, old but responsible as he finally got the man to lower his rifle that came clattering to the deck plates. That could wait. The weapon was now safe and could not fire from a drop. 

“Good, we can talk safely now.” He said not ideal dropping it but the rifle was no longer pointed at them and no longer had a jumpy finger on the trigger. 

He kept his voice calm and his actions slow, just because he disarmed the man did not mean he was not super jumpy, stressed and maybe still had a pistol or a blade. That could do serious harm without needing a rifle. “Yes, but we can work this out now Urses, you're a private soldier, who followed orders of others yo guard the cargo, you're not only one responsible for this Airship or incident.” He remained calm, despite the deep vein of fear appraching the armed man, he remained calm. 

“Miss Giorgios, I'll help take guard with the Private, given the day's events. Are you hurt, and is their anything i can do to help? This gold… is not even gold you can sell… Treasury bars… coins yes. Not these. Damn carter.” Maybe she could see the fear and stress he had from doing what he did, but he did best to keep that under wraps but he could not hide his frustration at how stupid the crime seems to be.

"Mr Aiden, anything we missed off needing to do? somthing important we need to know?" He asked the foreign soldier. Trying to get in his head exactly what happened here and what they could even do next.

“I'll support you. I'll find a way to represent you, be it as a Clerk, or I'll find a way to do that in the book, somehow.” He tried to reassure the soldier, he was not going to throw him under the airship or off the plank. They had bigger issues than punishing a private for making a mistake when the treasury was still aboard and no one had taken it into a vault, fort or at least a bank vault.

He could rest easier when someone took the tons of yellow ish metal of trouble off their back. He bent down and somewhat awkwardly lent the rifle against the wall of crates after checking the action that it was on safe, a lot harder when the last time you used one was basic training but he managed it. 

He went over to the inter.com in cargo bay and dialed the bridge hoping someone would be available. "Bridge, can anyone link me to the Favis Embassy from the ship? Do we have external phones?" He asked, maybe he could try and make some action.

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