Big Brother
Grand Confessor
Thompson looked to the shriveled up body and frowned. "Pity." He said, looking back to Selene, whom said nothing as she kept her hand firmly pressed on the bulkhead. With a brief hand signal, the Marines moved in, popping spice gas and storming the ship, in militaristic fashion, to round up each and every one of the crew to hold in the detention block, that was assuming they too didn't self terminate out of defiance like the other one had. The Marines moved fast and hard in hopes to prevent such actions, with the disorienting spice gas, and the swift motions in which they moved on the ship.
Thompson stepped away from the vessel, his expression fairly neutral, he made his way back to the tram station.
Back to Rashiim's holding cell, opening the door with an audible thunk, roughly an hour after his interaction with Kellka, and likely now the Marines that stormed the Firrona either had a dead crew, or were taking them to holding cells where the atmospheric composition had been adjusted to match that aboard the Firrona, thanks to Selene's analysis of the atmosphere, which would hopefully allow them to survive.
Thompson's voice cut through the silence of Rashiim's cell, through the hum of the vessel as he spoke.
"One of your crew admitted to attacking our ship, and then self terminated." The Agent said calmly. "I'm closing this case and forwarding my report to my superiors, as a gesture of good will despite the circumstances, we will be making an FTL jump beyond the Colonial frontier, and then you and your crew will be returned to your ship, and will be free to go." Thompson said. "With the understanding that your kind will not return to this quadrant, and that we will attack your vessels on sight."
Thompson stepped away from the vessel, his expression fairly neutral, he made his way back to the tram station.
Back to Rashiim's holding cell, opening the door with an audible thunk, roughly an hour after his interaction with Kellka, and likely now the Marines that stormed the Firrona either had a dead crew, or were taking them to holding cells where the atmospheric composition had been adjusted to match that aboard the Firrona, thanks to Selene's analysis of the atmosphere, which would hopefully allow them to survive.
Thompson's voice cut through the silence of Rashiim's cell, through the hum of the vessel as he spoke.
"One of your crew admitted to attacking our ship, and then self terminated." The Agent said calmly. "I'm closing this case and forwarding my report to my superiors, as a gesture of good will despite the circumstances, we will be making an FTL jump beyond the Colonial frontier, and then you and your crew will be returned to your ship, and will be free to go." Thompson said. "With the understanding that your kind will not return to this quadrant, and that we will attack your vessels on sight."