[color=8493ca][h3][b]Post Captain Le Marinier[/b][/h3] [b]Telagrams and Talks.[/b] [I].455 Hot[/i] [/color] Airship. ... Stabd off. “Embassy” He confirmed as someone was patched over the airships comms, the wireless code he hoped to not have to use. “Lions rise, dragons fall. Le Mariner. 16356HM” He gave the code and his service number as he waited for the call to connect with someone able to help. “Yes.. il hold.”, He waited a minute to relay the message as someone ran into the office. “Copy. This is the Embassy.” The clipped reply came with the sound of a scratching pencil. “report. One James Carter, commercial Captain Carter, Commonwealth of Ardell. Assaulted a soldier on guard, Favis army. Tried to take gold aboard airship, that airship. Treasury gold. Wounded, believed shot. Need provost to attempt to render aid, capture. Armed, pistol known. Maybe others after him. Be discreet.” He said, Carter had assaulted the Favis medic to try and steal the gold, so they could acquire him first and he really would like a word with the man about why he would do such a desperate act. “Local Forces may be headed your way. Be careful Captain." The man replied before he killed the line. The man on other end could read between the lines he gave, they would render aid..but…they also had reason to capture him first, and being first gave them a advantage of initiative in thr fucked up situation. They would have the facts first and be positioned to act, and not react to the news. … “Hold here. Something is up. I'll check it out, lad, I need you on duty.” He said to the young medic and moved to find a view outside near the access ramp way. He was calm and maybe a little presumptuous but he treated him like he was responsible but also trying to lessen the severity of the request. … Marines donned muted suits and over coats, badges with a clear P and Favis coat of arms where available and sworn in. This would be done quietly unlike the reports from passers by that other diplomatic missions were busy and soldiers headed in force to the port. That was loud. They were quieter and would move to try and catch the man who was rapidly becoming a prime target for everyone. … “I just wanted a good meal on someone else's dime.” He said the Post Captain walked through the corridor to the main access way, altered by the fact that some one was demanding a comander… and far as he knew, most where out and by sheer bad luck he could be deemed responsible for this whole mess. Peaking round, a man could not be too careful when rifles were loaded and armed men were jumpy. He saw a group and a figure who must be in charge of this little group. A Junior officer “Keep your guns down, I'm coming out.” The Favis Post Captain said, straightening his uniform as he grabbed a decent jacket from the uniform he had acquired at the embassy to at least look presentable. “Post Captain, Hamelin Le Mariner approaching, Favis Diplomatic military attache to Inbur and attached to local consulate in regards to cities fall.” He said and walked out into the ramp, it took all his nerve to walk out into the open, no cover to a bunch of armed men who he did not know the intent of but he did. He walked down and looked across as far as his one eye would allow to scan the flanks and those who might be lurking. “I am not the official captain, but I can talk with you.” He said and placed his hand on the rail of the access bridge with a good hand looking at the now realised older army officer than some. “What brings you armed and escorted to our door?” He asked politely but firmly, keen to get to business and to avoid postering or misunderstanding. He kept with the ship's tradition of remaining “aboard” and blocked access as he assumed, he was expected to be responsible to the whole damn air ship by fate's default? Why him? But duty was duty. He did not falter even as his leg hurt, ears rang a little from shots and he felt his old wounds flare up slightly. [hider=My Hider] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/zXw9D923/1770900290593.png[/img] [/hider] [@Thayr]