--Council Courtyard--
Lauren and Yiski arrived at the courtyard and approached the main building. The same two Elites who guarded the door greeted them.
"Good morning Commander."
"Mornin'. Are they busy?"
"No sir, they've been expecting you and your guest."
Lauren turned to Yiski with a look of concern. Yiski simply sighed. Before entering, Yiski flagged down a courier. He handed the courier Blood Bolt to deliver to the Armory gunsmiths with instructions of modifications. The courier left and Yiski turned to Lauren.
"Ready?"
She nodded and the two walked in. Inside, they were greeted with a less than happy Council.
(1) I see you have brought the fugitive. (1)
(5) Commander, you do realize the gravity of the situation and your actions. (5)
(3) By order of the Council, you will... (3)
"You will pardon her."
The Council sat in silence with a look of shock and relative disgust on their faces. Yiski mentally smiled and wished he had a picture to capture the moment, but kept a straight face against the nine.
(4) You must be out of your mind if you think... (4)
(1) Calm Brother, I am sure the Commander would not ask such a request without reason. (1)
Lauren then spoke about her actions starting from eight years ago. How she fake her death to keep Yiski's Crimson Bolt identity safe, how it made little difference, how she ended up with raiders, and how she ended up in the current situation. Afterwards, the nine convened together to deliberate Lauren's testimony. The deliberation took a substantial amount of time to where chairs had to brought in for Lauren and Yiski to sit in. Finally...
(6) I believe we have come to an agreement. (6)
(1) Yes, as far as your actions Commander, we are willing to overlook the lapse in judgement. (1)
"And..."
(1) And as far as Lauren is concerned, even if her testimony is true, she still must punished for her involvement with the robbery. (1)
Lauren to the Council.
"And what is my punishment?"
(7) While Anvala is proud to produce many fine marksmen, we lack an adequate instructor for potential pilots. While we have considered Admiral Zill for the position, he is more valuable out in the field. As such, given your past experiences, you have the option to carry out your punishment in service to Anvala as a pilot instructor, or face labor camps. (7)
"While labor camps sound like fun, I'll take the pilot instructor position."
(1) In addition to her service, you Commander are responsible for her compliance under penalty by a dishonorable discharge. So it is ordered. You two may leave. (1)
The two exited and when they got outside, Lauren gave a huge sigh of relief. Yiski was grinning.
"Told you it'd be fine."
"Yeah, but it was no pardon."
"Meh. Close enough."
As the two walked across the courtyard, the courier from earlier came up to him and handed him Blood Bolt.
"Skies, looks like we were in there longer than I expected."
Yiski looks over the modifications to ensure the gunsmiths did what was asked. The modifications were the following: Replace the barrel to better accommodate the various ammo types used, replace the trigger with a more firm but lighter pull trigger, modify the scope, and trim down the stock. As a side note, Yiski wanted a clip of standard rounds. Pleased with the work, the two started toward the City Center, along with a group of 30 men close behind.
When the two reached the Western District and near the saloon, the area kind of felt empty. Yiski knew this was odd because of preparations of the Festival tomorrow. He turns to Lauren.
"Now that I think about it, you didn't make any enemies within the eight years, did you?"
Lauren thought for a moment, then gave him a sheepish smile.
"Maybe..."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.
"I finally found you bitch."
Yiski pinched the bridge of his nose thought to himself.
"Skies, why do things always get worse?"