Destination Unknown [Day 9, LE]

[Cuyler Gray]

She'd cleaned herself up, eaten, and rested for a bit. As tired as she had been, however, she was too restless to stay in the frigate. Cuyler had wandered back outside and begun to explore a little. She didn't know what or who she was looking for, and exploration had gotten her into trouble before, so she moved carefully. Hopefully, she'd find something interesting.

[Kannon]

Her venture out was closely monitored by the Fremen, of which perhaps a fraction chose to be seen. The ones that did couldn't help but murmur and were making nose-holding gestures seeing her. She soon realised that they had been fully cordoned on the top of the landing butte, corralled even. She was not the only one to notice that. Her shadow had probably been quicker with it.



"The savages want to contain us. Their readiness for violence... is tempting. I haven't had a bit of sport in a while."

[Cuyler Gray]

"Ready or not, I hope they aren't in a rush to find conflict." she sighed. "I'd rather avoid any excitement while we're here."

[Kannon]

"Their rat tactics goad us. The major thing that holds me back is that dispatching this desert vermin right here would play into the hands of someone else than the Emperor." The Sardaukar pointed two accusatory fingers at the shadows, indicating to whoever was there that they were seen.

"So would punishing your lot for stretching your Imperial mandate by going off the grid. Unless orders change." A not-so-subtle indication that there was a level of tolerance from whoever gave the Sardaukar orders for the auditors to be on this track.

[Cuyler Gray]

"I'm sure we'll return to our proper place soon." She shrugged. "None of us wish to be out here any longer than we need to."

She was watching their surroundings, taking note of those monitoring them.

"We all have places we'd rather be."

[Kannon]

"True enough. Dealing with this desert rabble, what is it even for? If they just need to be get rid of, there is a recourse." He looked up suggestively.