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Sep 23, 2009 23:58

Weatherall's not much of a tourist spot. As space stations go, it's bare-bones: a small population, a lot of machinery, and very limited entertainment possibilities ( Read more... )

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comm_npc_2 September 24 2009, 04:32:04 UTC
Station Security isn't inclined to give him any trouble; just the standard once-over and questions about cargo, itinerary, and so on.

The uniformed guard is leaning easily against a railing as he goes down the checklist, talking to the ship's captain-owner.

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comm_npc_2 October 9 2009, 04:54:45 UTC
The guard's eyes widen slightly, and darken.

"...Would you mind waiting here a moment, Mr. ... Stanevich?"

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sign_seeker October 20 2009, 02:57:45 UTC
"--Of course," says Mr Stanevich, a little startled and a little hopeful.

(Eight hundred years teach you to be a much better actor. Even if Will will always be better at projecting foolish and amiable harmlessness than any truly complicated emotions.)

"Yes, of course I can wait."

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comm_npc_2 October 20 2009, 03:20:49 UTC
Another faintly wary glance, and the guard steps back under a hush hood and lifts a comm bracelet to his mouth. There's a rapid-fire conversation that isn't audible, but hardly needs to be.

He closes the connection, steps forward, and offers a reassuring smile. "We may be able to help you after all, sir."

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sign_seeker October 20 2009, 03:50:09 UTC
"Really?"

Willis Stanevich's plain, rather solemn face brightens.

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comm_npc_2 October 20 2009, 03:57:38 UTC
"If you wouldn't mind waiting here a moment longer? Chief Harrison's on his way."

The guard's still smiling.

Out of sight below the counter, he's got one hand resting on his station-issue stunner pistol.

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sign_seeker October 22 2009, 02:51:01 UTC
"Sure."

Willis Stanevich is not a suspicious man. In negotiations, maybe, but not in something like this; stunners don't occur to him.

(Will Stanton may be a slightly different case.)

"If you have any word of him -- we've been frantic, my sister has. Sure I'll wait."

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comm_npc_2 October 22 2009, 03:09:10 UTC
It's only a few minutes before a few more people in Station Security uniforms show up, including a woman with short-cropped blond hair and a dark-skinned man with rank pips on his collar.

"Mr. Stanevich?" the latter says, offering a nod. "I'm told you're seeking a young boy by the name of Yasha."

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sign_seeker October 22 2009, 03:26:20 UTC
"That's right."

Willis Stanevich is a little confused by all the fuss, but glad to offer explanations.

Will Stanton, now... well.

Inside, perhaps, he has some other reasons.

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comm_npc_2 October 22 2009, 03:43:00 UTC
"Well." The Chief smiles; it's a friendly enough smile, but his gaze is very sharp, and inclined to dwell about Willis Stanevich's bland face.

"I can see we have a great deal to discuss. If you'll come with us, please, sir."

He gestures, courteously, and the other two guards fall in behind Stanevich as they start down the corridor.

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