Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in MainSIM: Planetside (Lovejoy, Gruver, Valharra)
OOC: Split thread to avoid confusion. - Trin
Zish nodded and gestured for everyone to follow him. He led them to a Shuttle dock, where a young Laleri pilot was leaning against the wall, looking a little bored. “Anyone who is going down to the surface, Shilo will take you. You’ve gotten their destinations, Scout? Those going to the Orbital Station, I’ll be on the Helm.”
T’Aria waved her hand in a terse signal for the team to follow. “Shilo,” she approached the Laleri pilot with a brisk nod, “T’Aria. We don’t have the luxury of time, so which shuttle will we be taking?”
Once Shilo took the lead, T’Aria fell into step with the rest of the team. “Lieutenant,” her gaze darted between them, “Ensigns. Bear in mind the people we’ll encounter. We do not know what they’re going through, nor how they’ll react to questions from outsiders. Keep your conversations concise and respectful; we’re not here to interrogate or escalate matters.” She suspected their presence wouldn’t help. But the prospect of information that could illuminate more about Kula’s disappearance outweighed discomfort.. on either end.
“Am I clear?” She asked, gesturing Lovejoy, Valharra and Gruver ahead of her once Shilo had paused by the shuttle.
– T’Aria, XO
The pilot, a cream and white furred male with the same incredible height as Mwezi (almost seven feet tall), nodded and gestured towards one of the access ports in the floor. He grasped onto the rungs of the ladder and slid down quickly, waiting for the landing party within.
When they entered, they would find a vessel very different from what they might be used to in Starfleet Ships. Even the Orbital Platforms had a kind of utilitarian, metal structure similar to what they might be used to, but the shuttle was different. It had an almost organic feel to it, with ribbing on the walls, a mottled texture to the ceiling, and a smoothness to the shape of everything that didn’t seem manufactured. There was a soft blue light coming from the walls, and inspection would reveal that the mushroom-shaped lights were not just shaped like mushrooms. They were living organisms.
Shilo gestured to seats set against the wall, which seemed to be grown out of the walls rather than attached to them. “Welcome to Moya,” he spoke, his voice a little halting and characteristic of someone unfamiliar with the language they are speaking. “Please, seat. Officer Sara, Officer Evelin, you pilot your ship. Want to copilot?” He gestured towards the opening to the cockpit.
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