| Bastion
| Bastion Customs Station
There were many planets that Hana had been too in her journeys. Some offered cultural interests, other geological. Some planets provided her a little political knowledge as to the state of the galaxy, and others again provided opportunity to combat some races that she had never encountered, nor even heard of till that point. It was an exciting adventure, to see the galaxy through eyes of a noble from a backwater world. Her journey now found her arrive at a world called Bastion.
She had earned her passage as a cabin hand, menial work that she had never really endured before. The crew had been lecherous to say the least, and a number of advances had ended with someone's esophagus being held as they struggled to breath. Hana breathed easy the entire trip. She was glad to be off the ship, but also aware that she would not be able to count on them for transport off the world.
"Leave your weapons."
The comment snapped Hana to her senses, as she looked towards the speaker. A short human woman spoke with disinterest, "I said leave your weapons."
"I am sorry...but I cannot."
"Leave your weapons or you will be denied entry," the short woman said with the quirk of her brow. It was not a sign of interest though, more annoyance.
"These weapons are mine, passed down to me from my grandmother and her mother before her," Hana said stubbornly, she had never been required to relinquish her weapons upon entry to a world, "these are the way in which I best communicate, not to mention defend myself."
"Do you intend to get into a fight while you are on Bastion?" The woman said, slowly reaching for what appeared to be a comms device.
Being Echani, that was a loaded question. Combat, intimate personal combat, was the clearest form of communication to an Echani. They would not trust someone with whom they had not sparred. Body language was best read in combat, and if someone of suitable status were found on this world, Hana would indeed intend to battle with them. She could hardly be expected to fight with weapons she had not proven? That would completely change they way her movements spoke in battle!
"I fully intend to enter combat with anyone that I wish to become better acquainted with."
That was enough for the short woman. "Guards to kiosk 17. We have a live one."
Guards with stun batons pulled were quickly to the desk, as Hana looked around with confusion written across her face. "I shall leave...then..."
She turned to leave, but there were more guards there. It seemed they were unwilling to let her leave now...without a fight?
[member='Nickolas Imura']
| Bastion Customs Station
There were many planets that Hana had been too in her journeys. Some offered cultural interests, other geological. Some planets provided her a little political knowledge as to the state of the galaxy, and others again provided opportunity to combat some races that she had never encountered, nor even heard of till that point. It was an exciting adventure, to see the galaxy through eyes of a noble from a backwater world. Her journey now found her arrive at a world called Bastion.
She had earned her passage as a cabin hand, menial work that she had never really endured before. The crew had been lecherous to say the least, and a number of advances had ended with someone's esophagus being held as they struggled to breath. Hana breathed easy the entire trip. She was glad to be off the ship, but also aware that she would not be able to count on them for transport off the world.
"Leave your weapons."
The comment snapped Hana to her senses, as she looked towards the speaker. A short human woman spoke with disinterest, "I said leave your weapons."
"I am sorry...but I cannot."
"Leave your weapons or you will be denied entry," the short woman said with the quirk of her brow. It was not a sign of interest though, more annoyance.
"These weapons are mine, passed down to me from my grandmother and her mother before her," Hana said stubbornly, she had never been required to relinquish her weapons upon entry to a world, "these are the way in which I best communicate, not to mention defend myself."
"Do you intend to get into a fight while you are on Bastion?" The woman said, slowly reaching for what appeared to be a comms device.
Being Echani, that was a loaded question. Combat, intimate personal combat, was the clearest form of communication to an Echani. They would not trust someone with whom they had not sparred. Body language was best read in combat, and if someone of suitable status were found on this world, Hana would indeed intend to battle with them. She could hardly be expected to fight with weapons she had not proven? That would completely change they way her movements spoke in battle!
"I fully intend to enter combat with anyone that I wish to become better acquainted with."
That was enough for the short woman. "Guards to kiosk 17. We have a live one."
Guards with stun batons pulled were quickly to the desk, as Hana looked around with confusion written across her face. "I shall leave...then..."
She turned to leave, but there were more guards there. It seemed they were unwilling to let her leave now...without a fight?
[member='Nickolas Imura']