The Greencoats

The constables manning the approaching patrol boat wear what is sometimes called the Imperial Men-at-Arms’ naval uniform. A colourful mixture of Navy surplus and clothing of even stranger provenance. Some is even green. Commanding them is a woman dressed in her sharp civilian suit. The dark hair under her yariskin hat waves in the breeze, and she boards the Demeter with a spring in her step.

”Custom’s inspection!” She introduces herself, name and rank, and you try to explain the situation.

{if The One-Eyed Captain’s Health = 0} She does offer her sympathies upon learning of the Captain’s fate, and even orders half her men to take the body back to land, but she insists that her inspection cannot wait. You will not be allowed to dock until their search is done.

{elseif@ The One-Eyed Captain’s Health > 0} The One-Eyed Captain’s bleeding has not stopped, and the soaked-through bandages do less and less to staunch the flow. You argue the danger to her life, her immediate need for medical attention, and she does offer a compromise. ****, you agree.

She orders half her men to load the tossing Captain onto the patrol boat and to deliver her to the hospital. The Inspector herself, however, and the other half of her ****, stay behind and begin to search your cargo. You will not be allowed to dock until they are done.

{endif}