C-175b: Merchant Freighter Spanial (Docked at Zarg’s World Highport), Common Room
Lia the Cargo Master spreads her hands in an open placating gesture and speaks in a calm and reasonable tone.
“I completely understand your frustrations and have nothing but respect for what you’re doing here but we are in a difficult position. It would help us no end if certain assurances could be offered to the Captain; you have stated your lack of interest in our activities barring this one incident but how about your friend here?”
She addresses Alan, “Where does the Legion stand on this matter?”
In response, he squares his shoulders and says, “The Legion stands ready to secure the safety of the Dominion by supporting the Vizierate in this matter.”
The Captain glances between Alan and Oliver and says to Oliver, “so, suppose there was some information that might help you find this fella, if we’d been, say, careless with some regulatory compliance, you’d let things slide?”
Oliver glances at Alan. He and Lia may pick up he hadn’t considered any obligation he had to the Legion.
Karmen’s words seem to relax Oliver, however. His shoulders lower as he breathes out and nods. “I wouldn’t expect you to provide us with something of value that would actively detriment your operations. I may find myself too focused on finding my fugitive to process any other matters.”