Posted Sept. 28, 2021, 5:36 p.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)
Posted by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) in Unroth II Surface- Main Sim
Having been given coordinates, soon enough supplies, the clinic module and personnel began beaming down. Dira went herself after making everything was coordinated in terms of supplies, but didn’t wait too long as she wanted to be one of the first down to greet the Chairman or whomever was his proxy.As the transporter beam shimmered around her and the surface took shape, Myqian mused to herself that if ever there was a time to make sure she paid attention to her psi abilities, now was it.
Commander Myqian, XO
When she landed she was in the middle of an old air field, or landing pad. There was a hanger to her left, and something that resembled a slum on her right. Before her was the Chairman and a small entourage. The first unfiltered wave of emotions that hit Dira was intense suspicion, a couple of notes of cautious optimism, and a thin underlying current of quiet desperation.
The Chairman was the first to speak. He inclined his head slightly and flicked his eyes towards Myqian’s neck before speaking in a clear High Rihan accent “Good afternoon, Commander. Welcome to Habitation Center Dha, er, Ten.” He motioned towards the tents, “You will see I did not lie to you. With the collapse of the home world we have been more or less cut off from valuable resources. Our infrastructure is crumbling, our children are hungry, and our sick are dying.” As he spoke his thoughts became more recognizable… He was a proud man, doing his best to keep his composure, but asking for outside help was not something he was enjoying, and there was a fear that accepting Federation assistant would result in his or his family’s disappearance.
“You may set up where you wish. Do try to avoid the slums at night. Desperate people take desperate measures and I don’t have the resources to deal with a hostage situation,” he added, and it was quite clear emotionally, if they got in trouble the crew of the Owie would be on their own.
GM Wombat
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