Corsair Capital Ship Registry

[Zelot]

Miguel walked through the hanger, a folder under his arm. He had taken a small transport to Tripoli to avoid being as noticeable. The new Elder was not fond of this station, it hard a...a...a smell he could not quite identify, a smell the burned it's way up his nostrils. As Miguel crossed the hanger the officer of the deck came running up to him, almost out of breath



"Elder sir, I was not made aware that you would be visiting us. Is there some kind of problem?" Sephardi looked at the man, a hard working Corsair, the man in fact reminded the Elder of his first crew chief. "No, no problems, I am just touring some of our facilities to get a more hands on view of their operations, now that I have been... promoted." The officer looked a little puzzled, but seemed not to want to question an Elder of the Council. "May I offer you a guided tour Elder? Perhaps highlight some the major projects we are working on?" The Officer asked, obviously eager to please, and probably worried the Elder was here find some fault with operations of the shipyards. "No, that wont be necessary, I prefer to keep a low profile while I am here. Please do not make any log entries of my presence, nor tell anyone I have been here. I assume you understand."



With that, Sephardi pull the hood of his cloak around his head, sinking his face into the shadows it created. Turning, Miguel strode off toward the corridor, and was quickly out of the hanger, his long strides taking him to the deck 22 lift. Getting on the lift, Miguel pressed the control pad, directing the computer to take him to deck twelve. Arriving at deck twelve, Miguel checked his data pad, consulting a map of the layout of Tripoli. "Ahhhh, this way." Sephardi thought to himself, walking down the corridor with the sign 4B over it. Coming to the end of the corridor, Miguel opened a door, the sign on the wall read:

Vessel Registration and Administration (Sub-Branch)

The office was small, slightly smaller than the cramped security office of the Council Chambers. Behind a counter stood a tall, lanky Corsair, his drooped posture and sunken eyes made it clear this man was a bureaucrat, a person who spent his days reading and updating lists and protocols. Miguel walked up to the counter taking the poor man by surprise. Pulling down his hood, Sephardi reveled his face. "You know who I am?" he asked the man, who could do little more to reply than nod his head. "Why don't you take a break, I can keep an eye on things for fifteen minutes or so. Oh, and forget you ever saw me." The terrified man nodded once more, and almost ran out of the room as Miguel waved his hand in dismissal. Miguel then walked around to the other side of the counter, finding the data terminal, he accessed the file called Capital Ship Registration List. Opening the folder he had been carrying, Miguel pulled out the sheet of paper and entered the information from it into the terminal

Capital Ship Registration Form

Class: Prefect Cruiser

Capitan: Elder Laowai

Designation: Xibanya Nuren

ZOI: This ship is authorized to patrol any portion of Corsair space.



Class: Legate

Capitan: Elder Laowai

Designation: Under Construction : Tripoli dry dock 37

ZOI: Unavailable at this time

The Information being added to the official list, Elder Sephardi made his way out of the office and back to his transport, and in space within ten minutes.

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