Akamaru

A package has been delivered to the Bounty Offices. A sturdy crate, packed with shredded cellulose fibre, cradling a smaller container, in which carefully fitted foam safely holds a transparent display box. Contained within that is an elaborately mounted waychunk, with a carefully written specimen card affixed to the base. The waychunk blinks in the light and does a little bounce, excited to see new faces.

It seems some collector has been "persuaded" to part with a treasured part of their collection. Attached to the shipping tags is a hastily generated contract, agreeing to transfer of contents in exchange for promised delivery of an authentic Infectionist's Sash. Whoever the previous owner is, they're starting a new collection!

From somewhere in the station, the SS Greenery's messenger droid is relaying a transmission. It seems she never left after her last errand, lurking out of curiousity about ongoing events. Now that things have settled down, she's been recalled to her duties.

Prancing down the corridors comes a Piper, claws flashing and mouth pursed as she plays a spritely tune. She does a jaunty jig, stepping and hopping and spinning to dance backwards, bowing to her entourage. An otherworldly herd processes in her wake, delicate hooves stepping high and light, antlers solemnly bobbing as they go. At their head, the overwhelming green glow of the Spirit of Nature.
The fae leads the herd in a wide circle around the office, weaving between hunters and staff, looping around furniture. Everywhere the Spirit steps, the eye is momentarily tricked into seeing sprouting grass, blooming flowers and spreading moss. Finally the Piper brings them spiralling to the centre of the space, finishing up her tune and ending in a dramatic bow to their leader, who dips its masked face and antlers briefly before continuing onwards, leading the procession of ethereal deer through the bulkheads to disappear out into space.

Peeroh turns to Ria and Solaire and shrugs, handing over the completed bounty contract, and filing her reward request.

Akamaru is here to report, playing escort to a wicker cat-carrier containing a rather annoyed manticore. Attached to the basket is a note.

Attached to that note is another note requesting the return of a pair of gloves and a blanket used to wrangle the unwilling captive. They appear to be in the carrier with its occupant, and in a rather sorry state.

"Negotiations, negotiations, negotiations. Interminable hagglers these ambassadors. As long as the journey was to infiltrate those depths, much more bottomless was the well of words they had to say to each other. Still they would be bickering to this very minute if we had not slipped the waitstaff some incentive and arranged for the hall to be closed for cleaning. Imagine! Closed for cleaning, the only thing that could tear them away from the table.

"The rest of them may still be back there, waffling and posturing as we speak, for all I know. This one we waylaid with a fruit platter, some obscure border laws, and a very very relaxing couch. A stasis couch. "

The ambassador is wheeled in, still cocooned in a statis pod from Bryna's ship. It DOES look very relaxing in there... Dreaming of cool shallows and sandy beaches, no doubt.

Bryna looks like she could use some relaxation herself. Some aromatherapy perhaps...

A large tub has arrived at the Star Station, marked for the Bounty Office. Inside sits the Everbloom Gem Guardian, clutching its gem and peering belligerently up from a swaddling of damp burlap. Under the burlap, an impressive mass of roots are wound into a nest, soil and the occasional pebble still clinging.

Attached is a note: