9-400: Pristine, Downport Administration

Oliver and Alan

How’d you like to make a social roll, probably your choice of Acting, Fast Talk or Diplomacy.

Downport Administration Restricted Area

He nods; a serious man who’s attention is immediately engaged with words like ‘fugitive’, ‘stowaway’, ‘smuggling’ and the suggestion it might have happened at his spaceport.

“Come this way.”

He leads them to his nearby office, a grey utilitarian space furnished with a steel desk and simple chairs, festooned down one wall with CCTV monitors and another covered with partially closed venetian-style shutters that look out on what appears to be some sort of control centre for the spaceport.  There’s a rather obvious weapons locker in one corner and a suit of combat armour on a rack next to it.

“What details can you give me?  How can I help?”