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Diplomatic Wing

Posted June 25, 2019, 9:15 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Jacen Drayke (Chief Engineer/2O) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) in Diplomatic Wing

Posted by Captain Kelly Shultz (Commanding Officer) in Diplomatic Wing

Posted by Captain Kelly Shultz (Commanding Officer) in Diplomatic Wing
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The base was well organized with a high volume of maps and security officers more than willing to give directions. But the relative lower tech was pronounced, instead of computer and automation directing visitors, people had to rely on maps, sign boards and their more knowledgeable fellow visitors. The diplomatic section was foreward on the cylindrical space station, if there could be a forward on an object that didn’t move and wasn’t oriented in relation to any other object.

Moreso than any other section, this area was clean, with wide halls and bright lights. The primary entrance was guarded by base personal and each of six doors were additionally guarded by two individuals of different races. There were 4 other doors that were not guarded. Each one of the guarded doors had the names of the previously identified ‘main races’.

“So which one do we take Mr. Bordeaux,” Kelly said and tried not to grin. Saying his surname now sounded odd yet mildly amorous. Like they were playing some formal game. “I mean unguarded doors tend to be the uninteresting ones. I can ask someone,” she hooked a thumb at one of the aliens in the room.

Captain Kelly Shultz

As they approached the gold gilded guards looked up questioning with their eyes.

GM

Frank chimed in “preferably an unguarded one Captain. Sure it’s less interesting, but I think it’s better that way.”

Gallagher

“Come on Gallagher where’s your spirit of adventure,” she said in a soft tone. “Besides I was reviewing your security evals. You are deadly with just about any object in a fight and your accuracy is on the money. I have utter faith you can get us out of whatever we get ourselves into,” she said in a neutral tone.

The main security desk ‘blocks’ all the entrances. The armed guards protect specific doors. “Good Afternoon.” the security officer said in a far more pleasant manner tha the guard at the airlocks.

“Do you have an appointment with one of the Ambassadors?” The officer didn’t seem convinced as she looked at her computer screen to see if there was an appointment scheduled.

GM

“The Lorn Ambassador. There was a situation earlier. Tell them I came to inquire about the events from earlier in the day,” Kelly spoke in a clear and confident tone as if they were back at Starfleet HQ and she was arriving for a scheduled meeting. Her message had legitimacy to it. If Commander Penny had rushed in to stop what Kelly assumed was about to be an intergalactic incident, the news would have also spread to other parties. Politics was like a hen party. People clucking about not knowing any information but ready to impart their views as facts unless someone was there to correct them.

The person made a face, “The Lorn Ambassador? Ambassador V’goth doesn’t see many people.... ” She looked at her screen again hit a key and it refreshed. “I don’t see anything on the docket.”

If the person behind the desk denied her an audience with the Lorn Ambassador, Kelly already was working on plan B. She was used to being told the person was not available. Heck, ninety percent of Starfleet official business was done in waiting rooms before you met with the designated party. This was typical of all governmental affairs. Kelly refrained from looking around the room to see who else if anyone was sitting and waiting to be called behind one of the set of doors. One could learn a lot from bored, impatient people. If they would not let them in the front door, Kelly would get information from the back door. Ian could smooth talk his way out of anything or into anywhere. She was personable enough and Gallagher could play out the my boss is a pain in the arse roll if needed. Everyone loved to gripe about thier boss and disgruntled office staff had the losest lips.

Captain Kelly Shultz

She turned to the security guards that protected the Lorn Ambassadors door. Interestingly enough the Lorn ambassadors door was the only one not protected by a person of that race unless Lorn’s were identical to the ‘human’ appearing security officers of base 5. The security officers shook their heads in a negative fashion.

“I’ll send a message but V’goth does not see unscheduled guest…” there was a buzz emanating from her console, “Until today.”

“V’goth says take them in.” She shrugged. “I guess you are special… However your weapons need to be left behind. The Lorns tend to be testy, and they have tons of automated systems, so don’t make aggressive moves that can be misconstrued.” She waited for the Federation officers to disarm. “And you’ll need breather masks.”

GM

Having been quiet until now, SEAI turned to the captain. “Ma’am, this might be a good time to remind you that scanning everything in the room is not recommended at this time, nor is a high level of snark unless we know that it is allowed.”

SEAI (CNS at the time)

“Snark,” Kelly looked at SEAI. “I’m not snarky.” Looking At both Gallagher and then Ian she repeated her question. “Am I snarky?”

“Mildly sarcastic maybe,” Kelly looked at her three officers. “Or dry witticism but snarky? Is that how it comes off?” She was not offended but intrigued. Was it just SEAI or was that how it was perceived. She remembered a few nights ago when crawling into bed and having to move a book that was lying on her side of the bed. Wit, Sarcasm, and Humor at the Diplomatic Table was the title. She thought it was something Ian was reading but now she wondered if he had left it for her.

Frank had stashed his knife in his boots by his ankles. Were anything to happen, Frank would be ready.

Gallagher

OOC: The scanners would detect the knife, particularly long hair pins (if you got them), biological/chemical/genetic containments that could be weapons, bottles that might contain such things

The security officer looked at a screen for a moment. “What’s with the knife?” she questioned. “I’m doing you a favor… if you pulled out that knife on the Lorn Ambassador you would be a puddle of component molecules. If you happened to be unlucky enough to injure the Ambassador, you ship and crew mates probably would suffer the same fate. The Lorn are not to be trifled with, if you have a care at all for yourself and your friends I would be particularly cautious and polite.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

GM

SEAI slightly bowed, “Our apologies, our friend here has had that thing in his boot for so long that even he forgets that it is in there sometime.” She directed a glance at the officer, “However, I am sure he is more than willing to remove it for the meeting, for the sake of peace and diplomacy.”

SEAI (CNS at the time)

“Mmhhmm,” The security officer did not appear convinced by the excuse nor did she seem to care too much. She started to hand out respirators that looked like the mask part of an oxygen mask, with more sturdy looking straps. “A few moments of the Lorn’s natural environment won’t make you sick, but more than 10 seconds you’ll be falling down ill, more than a few minutes you’ll be dead.”

“Gallagher,” Kelly said in a neutral tone indicating for him to drop it with the receptionist. The sooner they got the meeting with the Lorn over the faster they could get answers to get them back home. She didn’t like the idea of him losing the knife but it wasn’t their playground.

Captain Kelly Shultz.

Frank quickly relinquishing the knife to the officer “will I be able to get it back after the meeting? Or is it now yhe property of the Lorns?”

Gallagher

“We are just holding it, weapons are allowed on the base, just not in the diplomatic areas.”

The human’ish’ guards stepped aside and the when the officers were ready the door would open for them automatically. Inside the Lorn quarters there was a full on gray haze as if some left a smoke machine on too long. There wasn’t an odor from the smoke, so there wasn’t any way of telling what it was made of aside from it being thick and making the room dark and ominous.

“Stay sharp,” Kelly said to the group as they entered. She felt every muscle tighten but she was in good company. Gallagher might not have a knife but that did not mean he wasn’t armed. An expert in advanced defensive techniques meant the man could kill you with one hand without spilling his beer in the other. SEAI while not having the strength associated with androids had something far more deadly in diplomatic situations: She has also been equipped with built in monitoring systems in order to monitor the vitals of those around her. This was very useful for telling if someone is lying and eliminating the need for a tricorder. Ian was, well, scrappy. The man had a laid back demeanor but could brawl with the best of them or witch slap you with facts and knowledge that could make your head spin.

Kelly led the group in and looked around taking in her surroundings.

Once inside, and the door closed behind them, the smoke intensified and it was difficult to see more than two or three meters ahead. Out of the haze a creature about 2 meters tall, hovering off the ground in a bulky but smooth, shimmering purple ‘environmental suit’ appeared. Off one shoulder was a ball about the size of a cantaloupe with multiple perturbances… it appeared spiny like a sea urchin and very dangerous.

Ursula I presume,she wanted to remark but SEAI’s comment about cutting down the snark was probably advantageous in this situation. Kelly instead opted to wait to be spoken to. She had no idea if she could even communicate with the Lorn yet. Standing tall she presented a confident but casual appearance. The sea urchin thing the Lorn Ambassador was holding looked rather nasty and Kelly gave it wide berth.

There was squeaking from within the suit that the universal translator had no opportunity to analyse before a human voice speaking Federation standard came from one of the evo-suit speakers. “You are a long way from home… You are alpha quadrant races… are you not?”

V’goth the Lorn Ambassador
GM

“Yes, we are. We are from the United Federation of Planets. Our mission is to explore strange new worlds and to seek out new life and new civilizations. We are peaceful explorers if you will,” Kelly replied. “Our ship was pulled into a graviton ellipse. We were directed here and planned on exploring your station until the unfortunate scanning incident.” Kelly delivered the sentence in a neutral tone indicating neither apology or anger about the early incident with the Lorn. They were the aggressors in her opinion. If they saw it differently she would let them play their cards and then react accordingly.

Captian Kelly Shultz

If there was a tone of apology in the communication, there was no way of hearing it in the voice, if anything, the voice sounded a little feminine but haughty and arrogant no matter what V’goth said. “My ships automated defenses takes all intrusions as an attack. Lorn knowledge and technology is as valuable as a weapons to the other races in this sector - and even the scanning of this could destabilize the whole region and lead to interstellar war. Races native to this quadrant know this… your ignorance of the norms of this area could lead to other unfortunate incidents.”

The tinkling continued as the Ambassadors suit did the translation without need for any Federation support. “Even your technology is superior to all the races of the sector… they will pull at you trying to draw you like children at your apron strings into their petty squabbles. It is a dangerous and volatile time here, I suggest you return home as soon as possible lest your presence start a conflict that will cost the lives of billions.”

V’goth the Lorn Ambassador
GM

“I’m thankful for the heads up, but that is not our mission. We are explorers, we reach out to new people and learn from them and exchange ideas as Captain Schultz said. I am sure we can find some some kind of compromise.” Ian said, hoping to see if he could smooth things over and get more information.

Bordeaux, Yeoman/Chief Diplomatic Officer


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