Sending out an SOS

[redjacketthief]

Who: Farmland Defenders and YOU.
What: Tourists are causing problems.
When: August 29, Morning.
Where: The Farm.
Summary: The farm has been raided by the Kin'corians--Aid is needed STAT.
Rating: KC for those troublesome Kin'corians!


[Intentional Audio Message:]

Attention Luceti.

Assistance is needed immediately at the farms to the northwest of the village. We have hostiles and--

[The oddly cool, clipped tone that the message was given suddenly breaks off into a heated bark.] Putain de merde!

[There's a rustle of pages and the sound of bodies colliding, followed more swearing in French.

The feed cuts out.

Hurry, Luceti.]

Comments

[doubleppk]

[Narrows her eyes.] Do not touch my guns.

[She puts it gently in the holster and shows that the safety is on.] I haven't shot a single person or anything other than the droids in the two years or so I've been here. [Jelly & Squirtguns excluded, for obvious reasons.] I won't shoot you either, but I'm not going to get killed for someone else's moral compass. You want to protect them? Then make sure they get knocked down before coming after me.

If I had Zenigata's sleeping darts I'd use them, but this place is limited on options.

[rashness]

You ain't gunna die. No one here's gonna die. [Seriously. Not like that corpse this morning]

[doubleppk]

What makes you so sure of that? Hungry people do irrational things. As the attack on the farm should prove in the first place.