A commotion starts just beyond the dry dock area of the ship. Port authority security can be heard yelling 'stop thief'. As flashes of a red armored figure darts and leaps amongst the various walkways and scaffolding of the common area of the space port. The loud clang of footsteps pounding upon the metal ramps and stairs echoing and drawing the attention from those in the many dry docks connected to the port.<br/><br/>A couple of dry docks down. A lady of the planet's social elite status. Is making her way up the ramp. The woman is adorn in a blue metallic dress shimmering as she walked along. Disappearing from sight as she went behind some cargo that sat upon the ramp.<br/><br/>While the cry can be heard from the port security, 'where has she gone. We have lost her.' The figure that is the object of conjecture suddenly drops in on the ramp of the debutantes. Her outfit a sleek red skin tight red polyurdine cat suit. The latest in fashion straight from Earth itself, on the fashion runways of Paris.<br/><br/>The chaos of search continues for the thief. As port security guards fill the port in search of the red figure. A quartet of guards peek into the dry dock area of Triton 1A class ship. A petite figure pushes past the four. Whose eyes all riveted upon the figure. A elfin woman pushes past the guards. Adorn in a blue metalic dress that hangs down to her ankles. The sides are open, held together on each side by thin silver chains. That rest along the delightful curve of her hips. A staff is held in her right hand. A archaic rapier in sheath gently bounced hung against her right hip. To a thin golden chain belt that wrapped around her slender waist. Tucked into the golden belt is a pair of equally archaic flintlock pistols. Over her left shoulder is the strap of a small pack that rests behind her left shoulder. Her left hand holds the strap.    As she moves past the four guards.   Her hips move in a sensual teasing sway.  The lower half of the dress lazily swishing back and forth with each roll of her hips.  While the upper portion of the dress clings to her body in delightful naughty design.     A soft musical quality to her voice as she addresses the guardsmen in polite passing.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Excuse me sirs."</em></strong><br/><br/>Suddenly the four are called away.   As the thief has been found.   As another quartet of guards looking into another dry dock area has found the thief.   As the socialite stepped from behind the crates of supplies on the ramp.  Admiring the catsuit she has just traded for moments before.   She looks up with startled eyes.  As port authority security comes in with guns drawn and yelling at her to get down with hands up.    A sudden realization that she has been had.   But the golden brown hair elfin woman is no longer in view.   For that matter she had not noticed where the other had gone off too.  She had been to busy admiring the skin tight polurdine catsuit that now fit her so deliciously tight.<br/><br/>Seemingly obvious to what has been occuring beyond the dry dock, as well as the guards that ogled her.  Jae Kwan would flash a smile to those heading up the ramp also, along with a wink.  As she make herway up and onto the ship.    Her silver blue eyes sparkling as if the cosmos itself was sparkling from within.   As she give a flick of her head, to toss back her golden brown hair.  She had not time to put on the head piece that is part of the outfit.<br/><br/>To the trained military eye,  the right flintlock pistol has been fired.  The thin lisp of smoke still coming from the barrel.   It seem to hang in the air.   Easily missed, that is unless you had a trained eye for such detail.  Which no doubt those boarding this ship had plenty of.<br/><br/>The sergeant major nursing his foot up.  Having just had of all things a musket ball put into it.    Grins as word reaches him that  they have caught the hellion, and now have her in port custody.   The stupid bitch had shot him in the foot when he had caught her cheating at cards.    Thou if he had to think about.  The shot aimed at his foot had been on purpose to keep him from chasing her.   That count for something,  but still a dam musket ball in his foot.    He will have his fun later.