Something was definitely not NORMAL. The Navy discharge was a paperwork F.U.B.A.R. - which was perfectly normal for a Navy run by a Government Bureaucracy that was also the planet’s largest employer. After ten hours of explaining and filling out forms, you were both officially OUT.
Hol was heartbroken … all he ever wanted to do was fly. He had hung all his hopes on the Navy. Adding to his burden, there was a message waiting for Hol when he left the Starport Complex … a civilian again. His Aunt had died, suddenly and unexpectedly.
Tut decided to keep an eye on the younger man. In a tough place with Cr 4000 pay in your pocket and heading somewhere to get drunk was not a good combination. After a few, Hol confided that she wasn’t exactly an aunt and he had only met her once. She was his mother’s cousin. When Hol was adolescent, she had visited for some boring formal party his Father was hosting and she “borrowed” a speeder to take Hol to a strip club. It was with his ‘aunt’ that Hol saw his first naked woman, drank his first bottle of champaign (and got sick), and she insisted that Hol had to pilot the speeder [another first]. Father was furious, but she just went toe to toe with him. Nobody stood up to the Commodore, but Aunt Ellie did. Mother said Ellie was a force of nature. With mother gone, Hol was her last living relative, so the message said her “estate” passed to Hol.
The police came and dragged Hol out of the bar. What should have been a night in a holding cell and a fine in the morning was instead 14 hours of questioning about your activities, your aunt and what you knew about her activities. It was a fairly simple matter to answer … you had been off-world for years, locked in paperwork on camera for hours and you hadn't spoken to your aunt in a decade … so there wasn’t much you COULD tell them no matter how many different people asked or how they worded it.
Finally you were released together with a warning to avoid any further trouble. All you knew about your aunt was the address for an attorney in Brulantfort that you were to contact with the details of her estate. Heading towards the shuttle to Brulantfort (which only operates infrequently) you are approached by a man that holds out his hands to talk with you.
[Tut observes two other men approaching and recognizes that you are about to be engaged in a brawl. Hol has his ceremonial sword, but Tut’s firearm has no bullets - they were confiscated at the gate as contrary to LL 7.]
You can wait for them to attack. You can preemptively strike. You can break past the one man and jump aboard the soon to depart shuttle to Brulatfort. [Of course, being PLAYERS, there is always thinking of some alternative action.]
