Riq read over his case notes once again as a member of his
guard detail programmed in a set of co-ordinates. After terrorist attacks on
the Citadel, the High Council had forced Riq to have a member of the High Guard
accompany him everywhere he went, despite his protests about his privacy.
Luckily he’d been able to select the specific member himself and this one knew
to keep quiet and keep his secrets.
Smoothing down his tunic and adjusting his tall peaks of hair,
Riq stepped through the portal to be presented with a rustic looking shop door.
Magic? Really? Surely science mascaraing
as magic, hmm…really he had no idea. Stepping inside he opened up his case
files and read aloud before even greeting the Rick inside.
“Ricardio Sanchez, Dimension
A-S1-14, I am here on behalf of the High Council of Ricks to remind you of your
duty to register with the Council of Ricks.” Admittedly it was the first
time he had spoken these words, normally the Council sent a low graded guard to
issue these kinds of notices, but due to pay cuts and staff shortages all High
Council members had been forced to agree to one week of these mundane duties,
as a gesture of good will, urgh. Riq,
keen to bolster membership figures had imagined his natural charm would be the
best way to recruit wayward Ricks. The other members of the High Council had
seen fit not to tell Riq he actually lacked any charm at all.