Log:A Prince in Hand is Worth Two in a Box

A Prince in Hand is Worth Two in a Box 2020/02/02 Arthur Aevus Dialydd 1

You imagine Dee must be in one of these shipping containers. Of course, there must be over 5000 of them that might fit him here in the shipping centre on Ixendar. Or rather the shipping centre up in the Grand Bazaar space station high above the planet. The city planet below is one of the most advanced technological civs in the galaxy and its humanoid inhabitants one of the longer lived as well. Too bad their rather hidebound and traditional. It certainly made breaking in here harder.

And yet, Arthur managed to slip by security and customs to get into the shipping centre proper. That's half the battle!

And then Arthur looks up at the sheer number of shipping containers. Okay, so maybe the battle hasn't even started yet. He hooks his thumbs under his suspenders and frowns. o O (Okay, Kat. Which one? Maybe I can get extraordinarily lucky.) Time to find his lost ward! Checking them one by one won't be fun.

The duck-like alien Kradu with you says, "Alright! I got you this far. The rest is up to you. The Overboss ain't gonna be happy I helped ya get this far, 'prend?" He lifts his rope bound arms. "So, let me go already, 'key?"

"I do appreciate your help. I only tied you up because you were being uncooperative before," Arthur apologies as he undoes the knots. "I am sure you won't be breathing a word of this to your Overboss or any other. It'd only harm your career."

"Hey! I'm good at spotting prime merch! The Overboss knows that!" Kradu says as he rubs his wrists. "Pudu, did ya to wrap it so tight? My down is all crumpled! I just tell them who to get, don;t know how they get 'em out 'cept its through here." He glances around warily. "Just be carful of the Ixs, 'key? They don like stealing even if it's stolen goods you're stealin'., key?"

"I'm not exactly accustomed to tying people up," Arthur says sheepishly. "Okay, I'll watch out for them. Any tips on where to even begin," he asks, waving to the mass of containers.

"Um, they need to move the merch quick, so, um, no, not really?" He rubs the crest on on his head. "Um, 'key, tink like a smuggler, Kradu, deep thoughts...." He glances around. "Probably listed as a biologic, casue well, he is, ain't he? Well, unless the kids a real good synth? Is he?"

"He's not, and needs to breathe," Arthur says pointedly as he looks over the various containers. Worst case, he can try searching one by one, but as Kradu said, they want to move him soon. Maybe he can keep an eye out for suspicious folk while he searches.

Pudu, there's a lot of EM traffic down here for a cargo bay. Going to take a while to sort it out.

On the other hand, maybe that helpful looking Ixendar over there with the uniform can help. The one talking to a spherical robot right now who has three or four eyes on the two of you.

"Well, thank you for your help. Time to go," Arthur gulps and looks for a convenient place to turn a quick corner and get out of sight.

Ah, right around this corner here. Left Kradu behind to distract the constabulary. And right through this door...into the security offices! PUDU! Is is shift change? Why are there so many of them here! Pudu times two!