4-024: Aboard Snark 416 – Airlock
Everyone assembles at the airlock and Alan releases the hatch.
It swings open to reveal the usual Legion Customs Officer, but behind her is a junior officer, three armed Legion troops (one carrying a shotgun at port arms and the other two with submachineguns) and a red-jacketed Commissar.
The customs officer announces, “Customs inspection! Prepare the ship’s papers, cargo manifest and all personal identification documents.”
She eyes Halcyon, “we’ll be carrying out an audit of the cargo against the manifest.”
Halcyon grunts, obviously irritated, “permission to come aboard granted.”
The junior customs officer puffs out his chest, “this isn’t a Legion vessel, we don’t need your permission.”
Halcyon gives him a filthy look, but says nothing.
Does Oliver want to do anything?
Not particularly, Oliver would have his backpack with everything of importance on him save for the computer doing whatever. He would most likely return back to his bunk and make sure nobody touches it.
Would he be aware if this is an excessive amount of staff and firepower or not?