You arrive at the mid-size building (by Avanzada Seca standards) that serves as the main offices for the Outpost Commander and are shown to a room roughly the size of a Castle Refuge briefing room. The room is sparsely decorated, with a long table, chair and a podium in front, two smaller tables with a few feet away, facing the front table, and a smattering of chairs behind. It is set up more or less like you might expect a courtroom to look, just with less pomp and circumstance.
Simmons isn’t there yet, but one of the various minor Outpost officials you’ve seen during your time there shows you in and tells you to make yourselves comfortable. “The Commander should be in shortly.”
There are a few townsfolk in attendance, along with a couple of people most of you don’t recognize. There is a tall trimadore, surely the man Tyraxas described to you (if he did), and a strikingly attractive, brunette human woman.
With a start, Conrad realizes that he recognizes the human!
For Conrad
She gives Conrad a smile and says, “You’re certainly looking well these days.”At that moment, Simmons and Ford enter the room together, talking animatedly. You hear Ford saying “... which is exactly why I’ve been saying you need more security out here!” He sees you all and quiets, quickly composing himself.
“Ah. The Tomorrow Legion is here. Very prompt, I see. I can respect that. I hope you all understand that none of this is personal; we simply cannot let a death like this go unchallenged.”
Your Turn
Okay, this is your time to drop in with any reactions, last minute knowledge rolls, or roleplaying you’d like to put up. Feel free to make them short, if you’d like, and I’ll endeavor to run this like an ongoing conversation, with mini-posts to respond to your characters.
As always, be sure to include a Notice roll in your first posts following this one.
