The speaker goes quiet for a moment, but then calls back, “I see. Might I ask what you are doing so far out into this locale? A quarantined vessel is an easy target for certain unsavory types. Pirates, criminals, general scoundrels and the like make their rounds out here. You’d be surprised how often that old excuse gets used.” You all can tell that last line carries a hint of suspicion. Meanwhile, by your mental clock, there should only be about ten minutes left before the engine cycles back online.

"Oh you see," Ashe pipes over using a minor illusion to create a similar mask to Dee's on her face, "We were just on our way back from Marble, dreadful place, no?"

(Deception: 8 from discord.)

The voice goes silent once more, “Really? That’s quite the trip, where are you heading? Like I said, not much out here.” The ship is pulling closer to you. The engine is still cycling, five or so minutes left...

"We're headed to I'lar" Dahme'dre answers. "I fear we may have gotten off course, but someone didn't want to ask directions..." She is of course referring to their pilot. She accepts El'iam's Guidance as always, but places a hand on Ashe's shoulder so she can grant it to her if needed. (Persuasion: (3)23)

“I see.” The voice pauses, “Well, Miss, we shouldn’t need to hold you and your crew up for much longer. However, we need to simply see the registration of ownership for this vehicle. We have reason to believe that a ship of a similar model is under distress, but it’s beacon went dark before we could arrive. Safety precautions and all that, I’m sure that you understand.” The engines should come back online any second now, and with it, the distress beacon as well.

Alijurn stands idly by the others at attention like the most obedient of bodyguards. The dragonborns old professionalism kicks in and he only gives "his patrons" a glance every now and then, ready to strike any attackers if the situation asks for it. 

Ashe makes a huge show of rifling through the desk and searching for papers. "Hmm... I know it was here somewhere, ahaha."

After another few seconds, she smiles softly, "Ahaha... I'm worried I don't know where the pilot put it and he's the one who's sick ahh."

The voice calls back, “That’s fine, we'll wait. Take your time and get everything in order.” Ashe seems to have so convincingly made a show of her search that the Nomad Corps. believes you have a permit and is willing to wait for you to find it.

Dahme'dre searches to see if she can locate the document and casts Prestidigitation to change the listed owner to Magnus's Cakery. She gives Ashe a wink. As she holds up the document she's taken by a violent coughing fit. (Deception: (2)11) but, it's not very convincing...

With time, you find the document, obscure the name a bit, and present it. The Nomad Corps. ship hails back, “Well... it doesn’t look like you’ve cared for it too well. We’ll let it slide this time, since you and your crew have been through enough. Thank you for your cooperation. Please, alert us if you find any suspicious activity. Safe travels.” With that, the ship carries onward, catching up with the rest of the squad.

Alijurn whispers from the corner of his mouth. "That distress beacon is going to prove quite a problem if it re-engages soon. Any ideas?" As the patrolling ship passes he turns to the others again. "If we can´t find out how to turn it off well just have to destroy it. But first, ideas."

"Oh my dear, sweet Erik," Ashe returns to the man in his cell. "Do you know how to disable that beacon? Could you do it for us?"

“Absolutely! All that you need to do is just place the control rune on it again.” Erik points to where the rune is on the glove, “That should turn it off.” 

“Absolutely! All that you need to do is just place the control rune on it again.” Erik points to where the rune is on the glove, “That should turn it off.”

Assuming that you do so, you wave the glove over the beacon’s own rune and hope that that should do the trick. After a few more minutes, the interior lights come back online once more. The familiar hum of the engines starts up, and the ship lurches to life again. With that, all that’s left to do is travel back to I’lar.

Congratulations on successfully stealing the Djinn’s Justice, Enduring an Astral Storm, and Avoiding the Nomad Corps. Search Unit! For that, you all reach Level 3 as you travel once more to the planar city of I’lar!

Dahme'dre watches I'lar approaching and tries to remember if there's anywhere safe to land. Her mage hand idly scratches Mondra'goran's head as they watch. (History: 4)25)

(How long was the journey?)

The journey, taking into account the hour that your ship was down, has taken roughly four hours to complete. Thinking back, you can recall a possible trading port, Sayer’s Rest, that you perhaps could sneak into. It would, of course, be dangerous, but it would afford you more visibility than the sewers. Meanwhile, Goran and the now uncharmed, and peeved, Erik still remain your prisoners. However, Goran at least seems to be cooperating in flying the ship.

Dahme'dre will try and relax a bit during the journey (Short Rest)

She asks Goran to take them into Sayer's Rest unless Alijurn knows a better place. She talks to Erik when he's back to his old self again. She offers him a chilled drink and says, "You know when you were charmed you were friendly, but you weren't stupid. You can see plainly that a mistake has been made here. I understand that it's not in your best interest to help us. It would cost you your job, even in the right. You'd be expected to bring us in and let the evidence and the courts find the right of it... But you also know, of course, that is not the reality that would be found. The prosecution wouldn't be interested in truth. Their duty would be to prosecute. Meanwhile out there some group of coordinated assassins is running free, causing untold terrors, and hampering the investigation that isn't even occurring, given that the local authorities have certsinly closed the case. So I'm not asking you to help us escape. I'm only asking, when you do come looking for us, look deeper. That will be in your best interest. When you uncover the truth it will show your strengths to your superiors." She stands to leave him and pauses, "Not to mention, you will have ingratiated yourself with us. It may seem like little, but we three were not picked as the targets of this ruse without reason." She gives him a smile and a nod as she moves back to the helm. (Persuasion: (4)29 (adv. 25))

Erik sits silently for a moment and looks up to meet Dahme’dre’s gaze. His eyes seem conflicted, as if he knows there’s at least some truth to what you're saying. He cautiously nods, and returns to his thoughts.

"Oh Erik, I've really liked getting to know you," Ashe smiles whenever they land and figure out what they are doing. "I want to ask you now, how can I help you? Aside from turning myself in, of course. I didn't assassinate that man, but I don't want you to get into too much trouble. Maybe we could make it look like we overpowered you, hmm? I just would hate to ruin the inside of your ship if you love how it looks."

Erik gives you a confused look through his mask, “You did overpower us! I still have a hole in my armor from where your friend shot me!” Erik lowers his head, clearly defeated by today’s events, “Just, please leave as soon as possible...”