[That same night, or rather VERY early the next morning, Wrigley Harbor Police Station]
The two grand Betazoid ladies in their magnificent dresses drew quite a few glances as they made their entrance through the battered old doors of the station. Well, 'swooped' was a more apt description, as well as 'instantly the center of everyone's attention'.
Yulana Enaren spotted the Constable in charge with a practiced eye and, not bothering with any underlings, sailed past counters and tables while snapping open her elegant fan.
"Well, dear Mr policeman, it seems our presence has been requested? What may we do for you?"
The middle aged humanoid in the grey-ish uniform could not help but stare open-mouthed for a second before he slowly set down a file and rubbed his temples.
"Well, ladies - uh, here, won't you sit down please?" he pulled out two ancient looking chairs and tried to wipe them clean with his sleeve. For a given value of clean, anyways. It had been one of those nights.
"I'm assuming you are…'
"Yulana Enaren, Daughter of the Fourth House, Keeper of the Scrolls of Khrysaros, Heir to the Sacred Shrine of Dalaria and Ambassador Extraordinaire to the Federation. And Lwanissa Tyrax, Daughter of …"
"Uh, yes. Madame. Mesdames." This was not going exactly as he had planned. The women in their glittering dresses threw him a mildly reproachful look for interrupting but settled down on the chairs nonetheless. They looked like royalty that had just accidentally ended up in a third rate bar but were determined to make the best of it.
"Would you like some tea maybe? I'm afraid this might be… a bit complicated."
"How thoughtful, and yes we would like some tea." the other woman called Lwanissa seemed a little less, well, exuberant, but her black eyes rested on Constable Mjorn with an intensity that made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "And an explanation, whenever you're ready of course." now she smiled and rested her chin on a delicate looking hand. Oh boy…
"Uh, Jaden, would you… thanks. Well, ladies are you familiar, I mean of course you are, you must actually be related, because…"
"What did they do this time?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"I assume," the older Betazoid who had introduced herself as … someone with a really long name … seemed to almost purr when she gracefully accepted the dark, tart tea from a quite flustered young cop "you are talking about my grandson Okalan and his friends. They are some very nice young people who for some reason tend to get themselves into trouble here and there. I am sure it is just a little misunderstanding."
"What did they do this time?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"I assume," the older Betazoid who had introduced herself as … someone with a really long name … seemed to almost purr when she gracefully accepted the dark, tart tea from a quite flustered young cop "you are talking about my grandson Okalan and his friends. They are some very nice young people who for some reason tend to get themselves into trouble here and there. I am sure it is just a little misunderstanding."
"Uh, yes, I'm sure. Only, you see.." with a little frown, Mjorn picked a sheet of plastic off his desk and quickly read through it "We have ... ah … charges of assault, driving under the influence, piracy.." he picked up another sheet, and another "Lots of wanton destruction, resisting arrest, and .. What the hell is this supposed to mean? General mayhem? Jorgin, what am I supposed to do with five pages of mayhem? Spine of the Mother Goddess."
"The blank looks of the lovely Betazoid ladies told the Constable that they probably didn't know either. Or maybe they were just trying really hard not to laugh. Or get mad at him. Either way, this night wasn't going to get any better.
"Piracy, Constable? Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that imply commandeering something?"
"Yea, in fact it does. A police aircar, in this case. Although I'd put it down as 'theft', since someone" a meaningful glance over his shoulder caused a young cop in the back to shrink behind his desk "left the thing unattended. But by the laws on this planets, technically.."
"Oh dear Constable, technicalities are usually such a headache. And paperwork as well. Are you sure they did not simply see the abandoned aircar and decided to return it?"
"The blank looks of the lovely Betazoid ladies told the Constable that they probably didn't know either. Or maybe they were just trying really hard not to laugh. Or get mad at him. Either way, this night wasn't going to get any better.
"Piracy, Constable? Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that imply commandeering something?"
"Yea, in fact it does. A police aircar, in this case. Although I'd put it down as 'theft', since someone" a meaningful glance over his shoulder caused a young cop in the back to shrink behind his desk "left the thing unattended. But by the laws on this planets, technically.."
"Oh dear Constable, technicalities are usually such a headache. And paperwork as well. Are you sure they did not simply see the abandoned aircar and decided to return it?"
"Well, one could make that case" Mjorn smirked just a bit "Seeing as they actually dropped it off right in front of our door. In the middle of a flowerbed. After razing half of the shrubbery in Grand Park, knocking over…" he looked at his sheets again" "Twenty-four market stalls, well that would explain the mayhem, one of them loaded with, oh Goddess, Katarian melons which in turn.. Really? Wow."
Yulana took a sip from her tea, trying not to think about Katarian melons on the loose, and then unleashed her most charming smile on the mildly nervous Constable.
"Please feel free to send any bills to the Betazed embassy. And of course we will issue our most profound apologies to anyone whose property has suffered damage. Say, have you heard about this lovely new technology that reduces not only the noise of aircars but maximizes comfort for the driver? I'm sure we can replace your damaged vehicle as well."
Yulana took a sip from her tea, trying not to think about Katarian melons on the loose, and then unleashed her most charming smile on the mildly nervous Constable.
"Please feel free to send any bills to the Betazed embassy. And of course we will issue our most profound apologies to anyone whose property has suffered damage. Say, have you heard about this lovely new technology that reduces not only the noise of aircars but maximizes comfort for the driver? I'm sure we can replace your damaged vehicle as well."
"You're most generous madam. And really, I think we can drop most of this stuff on account of… hm, I didn't know you could do THAT with an aircar. Dammit Jorgin either your witnesses were drunk or I want a picture of that, clear? Sorry ladies. As I was saying, we get all sorts here, and your kids did nothing that a shipload of Starfleeters hasn't done before. Or Klingons. If you're willing to pay for the damage…" wow. Lots of damage. But they sure looked as if they could pay it without blinking.
"Then there is only the problem of the bar owner insisting a little Betazoid started the fight that led to the destruction of his establishment and the Klingon sitting in block seven nursing a whale of a black eye. He insists that he be allowed to finish his fight with said little Betazoid, or maybe he wants to marry her, my Klingonese isn't that good."
Finally, Lwanissa had to fan herself or she would have spluttered into her tea. "Well, obviously that is out of the question. But started a fight? I'm sorry Constable, I have known my niece to finish fights, starting them she usually does not. Are you sure you got your reports right?"
"Considering the amount of alcohol each witness had consumed beforehand, the only thing I can be sure about is that people will be much less inclined to pick on Betazoids in the future, Ma'am."
"Then there is only the problem of the bar owner insisting a little Betazoid started the fight that led to the destruction of his establishment and the Klingon sitting in block seven nursing a whale of a black eye. He insists that he be allowed to finish his fight with said little Betazoid, or maybe he wants to marry her, my Klingonese isn't that good."
Finally, Lwanissa had to fan herself or she would have spluttered into her tea. "Well, obviously that is out of the question. But started a fight? I'm sorry Constable, I have known my niece to finish fights, starting them she usually does not. Are you sure you got your reports right?"
"Considering the amount of alcohol each witness had consumed beforehand, the only thing I can be sure about is that people will be much less inclined to pick on Betazoids in the future, Ma'am."
[Around the same time, cell block nine]
"Would you hold still, 'Kara?"
"It's a scratch, Lan. Stop fussing."
"Green doesn't look good on your shirt. Hold still."
"You know they'll get you on resisting arrest for insisting on that stupid med-kit."
"Grandma has her ways, don't worry. And don't you to make me say 'I told you so'."
A giggle from high up made the two young Betazoids look towards where Olixinna had settled on a narrow three-story bunk-bed.
"You know, I just had the funniest thought."
"Please do share, Lexie." Okalan frowned at the scratch on 'Kara's shoulder and then sighed. It was dark and she was fidgeting. No way he could pick all the wooden splinters out. Not that she seemed to care much.
"You know that human cliché about how a good friend will bail you out of jail when you've screwed up?"
Now it was Sakarra's turn to chuckle.
"But your best friends will be sitting right there next to you saying: 'Boy did we screw up'?"
Olixinna nodded high up on her bunk "But DAMN it was FUN!"
[End Log]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helmsman
USS Charon
