Captain Maroud was a disciplined woman. Her uniform was ironed to a fault. She carried the matte blue uniform and the white shawl that followed with the pride expected of a guard of the Royal Library. The locales had once been the Crown's summer palace right outside of Iziz, but the capital had since expanded and a spaceport had been built nearby. Now, it served as profoundly fancy Library.
The woman holstered her blaster upon seeing the shirtless visitor but did not beacon for the other guards to remove their guns. The Officer's heels clicked against the floor as she approached and instructed him to rise. Her tone was curt and commanding, as one might expect, but her eyes told of someone under great pressure. Staring down at the intruder, she nodded to one of her colleagues whom approached quickly whilst producing cuffs to put onto the groggy Shistavanen. Resistance would be met with more guards to restrain him.
This did not seem to be a time of patience. Where one might have expected rights to be read in the democratic core worlds, the Onderonian Guard of the Royal Library did not seem to have the same protocol. Instead, she offered a stern hand as she talked to her colleagues about taking their visitor to the dungeon. A cellar area with stone walls and small windows with iron bars. The breach security was far from reliable, however. For the wooden doors were no longer properly reinforced and the hinges were rusty enough to barely hold the weight of the door itself. While it might have been an adequate holding facility in the past, it was no longer the case now.
It was where Yuri would eventually end up, lest he offered some fierce resistance and managed to escape beforehand. There was no sound isolation to speak of and the conversations from outside the cells were clear for him to hear: Someone was coming. Someone important. At first, they seemed to believe that the Queen was on her way - surprised tones could be heard throughout - she was supposed to hold the opening speech of the celebration. New information then came, the Royal shuttle had arrived and it was not the Queen, instead, it was her son, the Prince.
Footsteps, heavier than many of the guards, could soon be heard coming down the stairs followed by a few of them, including Captain Maroud, offering bows and 'Your Highness'. A nod was offered in response
"Thank you, Captain. We are afraid that we are in a hurry, the celebration requires our attendance." he spoke with a somewhat stressed tone.
The guard acknowledged his words and apologised before explaining that she would not make the same mistake again. It was clear that allowing an intruder to get in and make himself comfortable was a rare and embarrassing mistake.
"Very well. Let us pass judgement and done with it. Where is he?" No verbal response was offered, instead she pointed to the Shistavanen's cell. Vince approached and a hatch in the door opened. Causing him to let out a borderline involuntary
"Yuri?!"
He looked away to speak to the Captain
"Keys. We will need some space. Move upstairs."
Once the order had been acknowledged and the Guards started to move out, Vince unlocked the door and left it open as he moved in. His features would be easy to recognise from the previous night and the same sympathetic eyes that had met the Shistavanen then met him now too. But instead of wearing a loosely fitting disguise, the Prince now wore a form-fitting parade uniform. It was fancily decorated with a few medals and service signs on the chest, highlighting his role in the military.
"Let me get those off of you" he spoke with a concerned tone whilst producing the key to remove the cuffs.
"How did you end up here, in the royal library?" The question was not judgemental and accusatory - but it was not a simple curiosity asked friend-to-friend either.
