Arrival

[The Empire]

Hmm, doesn't seem as if he understood...
Hanna tried to think of some other way to make herself understood but was far from successful. However, she did have enough composure to let her rifle remain at the fiering station when she stood up before, effectively eliminating the risk of beeing shot, or at least she hoped so as she didn't even have her soft armour beneath the uniform.
While studying the unnaturally tall young woman with the milky white skin, the officer noticed something strange on the side of her neck, something glinted like gold when her long dark hair was briefly swept out of the way by the wind but she wore no jewlery. Still, she bore herself as if she was used to beeing obeyed but at the same time as if she was on unfamiliar ground.

[Mor'os]

"A..."

The officer returned Hanna's staring with more awkward staring of his own. Finally, he concluded that the situation was getting absolutely no where. He fumbled about in his pockets and produced a walky talky.

"Hēlhai?" he said, still keeping a suspicious eye directed at Hanna. "Shadlok et. Ong on fedsun sū."  A delay as another voice crackled something back in an unintelligible garble. "A, so. Kur gang, shar had. Tle dē?" More unintelligible garbling. "A, hen hen ye. Mī tai." And with that his conversation on the walky talky ended, and things returned to the silent staring.

[The Empire]

"Ok, enough of this. Where is Osmar?"

[Mor'os]

The officer gasped audibly, and then once the shock had worn off reverted to a anger and annoyance.

"Bu kam dī bos īn he? Kar dav on fas dana dī Damas dav īh dal loi he!"

[The Empire]

Ok, bad idea to say his first name, what the fuck to do now.
Seeing as how all safe options were exhausted, Hanna decided to do the only sensible thing left, she sat down, tapping her fingers annoyingly on one of her knees.

[Mor'os]

The officer didn't seemed satisfied this, and was on the brink of launching into an extended and rambling diatribe with no end in sight when the approach of another silenced him. It was not another military officer, but one of the bureaucrats that milled about the place. The two exchanged a smart set of bows. The bureaucrat then looked Hanna over.

"Kal īn?"

"Tha, tha..." was the answers.

"Tler īn?"

"Damath-dav on me dag."

"Tle he? Kal-" He was silenced before he could go any further.

"Tensī dī bu kair thai." The officer seemed reluctant for a moment, but then relinquished with another bow.

"So, pol se." The conflict resolved, the again faced Hanna, and spoke.

"P'lease, I am Delmar Shausil-cham, an'd it is honor to meet you. His Divinity 'as been worried of you missing, an'd is saddened that you are missing 'is p'roclamation. I am here to escor't you back.

[The Empire]

Some of her old temper had returned with the earlier brush-off and as she rose and picked upp her assault rifle. Sending the officer a gaze absolutely dripping with malice from a bruised ego. It was nothing personal, he had just provided the last straw.
"He better be, and have a damned good excuse to boot."
Hanna handled the rifle with savage casuality, not unlike a seasoned mercenary cheated of a bounty, when she made sure the clip was empty and slammed the cocking handle forward and made a dry-fiering towards the targets before slinging it over her shoulder.
"So, we can go now mr. Shausil-cham."

[Mor'os]

Shausil blinked a bit, with an expression of curiousity.

"I can see why Omsat-vetgunsar was so insul'ted by you." he said, speaking in a voice that carried noticably more twang thatn Osmar's.  I though sal give to your doubt., but if you inten'd to s'tay I sugges't you lear'n better of it. Mis'ter Shausil or Shausil-sam good. Now we go, though if I may as'k, his Divinity was curious as well as to your poor temper."

[The Empire]

"I am upset because, half an hour ago, he just rushed away without even the common decency to say what the hurry was. Especially as he knows how handicapped I am as I don't know your language yet. And as there's apparently nothing threatening our immediate safety then I fail to see any buisness that would be hurt beyond recovery by remaining on hold half a minute longer. I am not some pet or toy to be dismissed or discarded at will. I am working with my temper but you would understand it better if you knew my history."

[Mor'os]

"Really?" said a puzzled Shausil as they began to walk through the maze of buildings and walls. "That does not soun'd like his Divinity at all. The way he tell's it, he woke with importan't business to do, an'd decided to let you finis your s'leep while he did so."

[The Empire]

"He thought I was SLEEPING!?"
*sigh*
"I guess I have a lot to teach him about awareness... Lesson one, someone that's moving and looking at you aren't sleeping..."

[Mor'os]

"Teach his Divinity" corrected Shausil. "Unless his Divinity has of course given you permission to s'peak of him otherwise."

[The Empire]

"Actually, he did give me that permission during the dinner he shared with me yesterday evening. Before that I simply called him emperor."

[Mor'os]

"Is that so?" asked Shausil, genuinely surprised and a bit suspicious about this new revelation. "Well, well, that certainly is something. That is not something to be taken light. It is g'reat com'p'limen't that his Divinity thin'k's so highly of you."

[The Empire]

"I guess he just haven't met many independent women who hasn't tried to control him in some way. But I do not take his friendship lightly. He is the first one who has truly listened to me and showed any hint of caring about me for myself as opposed to some role they envisioned me to have or to become."