Much to what would be everyone's surprise, the crew of the Azalea had no code for 'authorities are coming'. Usually, they were the authorities. Dax being the Grand Marshall within ORC space was usually the one hunting down those who were causing trouble. Being the wild west, so to speak, laws were far and few between, so most forms of contraband that were outlawed in the rest of the Galaxy were legal within the Coalition, although that could very from system to system. And so, no one from the crew tried to move any of the Azalea's armaments, or Dax's prized artifacts. All would be there when they arrived....even the poorly painted over One Sith insignia. Instead the crew were simply warned not to shoot the first set of trespassers aboard the ship.
Dax told the driver where to go and sat back, arms crossed across his chest. Two of the Commenori officers were stuffed in the backseat beside him. Now, Dax was not exactly a very big man. In fact he was a bit skinny. So, normally, this was not much of a problem, usually only the slightest bit uncomfortable. This time on the other hand, even the light armor of the officers added a couple of inches to the men's breadth, squeezing Dax in between them, various pieces of gear jabbing into the man's side while the Queen sat comfortably in the front. The Queen could probably hear a bit of quiet incessant grumbling from where she sat.
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