Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
Five star hotel?
Check.
Hired help?
Check.
Bleeding on the hotel furniture while waiting for a Zeltron political genius to show up?
Check. Check. Check.
Said hired help was presently flustered as to what to do with the bleeding, dirty, soot covered man sitting on the couch, bleeding from multiple wounds. He had plenty of pouches, a ridiculously long knife, and the sort of glare that caused strokes if you met it.
Still, he'd needed to find Linna. It had taken a little doing, but he'd managed to track her down on a nearby planet and stop the bleeding just enough to show up like this.
Woman needed to keep her mouth shut.
So he waited.
And bled.
And scared the help by existing.
Check.
Hired help?
Check.
Bleeding on the hotel furniture while waiting for a Zeltron political genius to show up?
Check. Check. Check.
Said hired help was presently flustered as to what to do with the bleeding, dirty, soot covered man sitting on the couch, bleeding from multiple wounds. He had plenty of pouches, a ridiculously long knife, and the sort of glare that caused strokes if you met it.
Still, he'd needed to find Linna. It had taken a little doing, but he'd managed to track her down on a nearby planet and stop the bleeding just enough to show up like this.
Woman needed to keep her mouth shut.
So he waited.
And bled.
And scared the help by existing.