Posted Oct. 13, 2022, 11:13 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders (Chief of Security) (Kieron Hoult)
Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Vok III - Beaming Down
[snip]Beaming down the team as they faded back into view were in a central courtyard. It had much of the same spacing and flair/build of Windsor Castle Courtyard on Earth in England.
They were currently on a rectangular strip of grass meant for visitors to beam down on, ahead of them coming into view were four royal like dressed security guards, but they lacked any phasers/laser armaments. A symbolic holster where a square piece was fitted for such adornment was present though, as was a fake sword scabbard. Once the four split up, two to each side of the door at attention, out came the royal colony Governor Lord Samuel Stevens III. Next to him in similar pomp and regal attire was a woman in a lovely white dress that ended just before it would touch the ground by about an inch or two. The woman curtsied before the away team then turned to direct their attention to Stevens. “Greetings to you all. May I present Royal Governor Lord Samuel Stevens The 3rd.” She said, then turned back to the away team, “..I am his wife and governess Lady Sasha Victoria The 2nd..” she said, then stepped back to let Stevens take over.
”..You may go about with your own introductions..” He said simply to let the XO and such introduce themselves, clearly he did not expect much in the way of them doing any pomp and circumstance as his own people had. The team would also note a few various well dressed ladies and men off to either side of the courtyard watching from a raise balcony with some interest.
GM CockRoach
Roman had actually been to Windsor Castle once. It wasn’t exactly like it had been in the early twenty first century but all efforts were made to keep it as close as possible. He recognized the similarity and, based on their conversations earlier, was unsurprised. Expected or not, he would offer his manners, and so offered a bow, just the right level to be respectful, but also represent Roman’s esteemed position and rank in comparison with His Highness, the Royal Governor Lord. “I am Sir Roman Alden, of the Alden estates, heir to the title of Duke of Salisbury, descendant of Henry II of England and Louis VII of France. I am also Commander and First Officer of the USS Sentinel. These are my officers, Lieutenant Alwyn Yarwood Chief Medical Officer and this is Doctor Yarwood’s assistant, En Dr Iris Avarak. Finally this is Lieutenant Marcus Anders, Chief of Security of the USS Sentinel.” Then, he gave a very stern look to the other officers on the landing party which said, Stand at attention as if the Admiral were before you.
~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO
There was a faint shifting on the Stevens stance and his wife’s at Alden’s introduction, obviously recognizing a fellow with a more ‘noble’ lineage and upbringing. Around then the fading echoes of Alden’s words had reached the rest of those observing and a few of the ladies nearby and even a man or two seemed to take a bit more interest at this turn of events.
Alwyn understood Alden’s silent message, and corrected his posture a little. Giving a polite nod to the Governor and his suite while keeping his hands behind his back, he noticed the way they were all distant to them, almost condescending. Guess Kovan gave them a good impression of us, thought the doctor.
But he can understand why the engineer tried to upset them with the coms, those people were irritating without trying to be. It even looked like Alden and the Governor were fighting to see which one was above the other. Is that a common aristocrat discussion ? Like, the one with the longest title win ? If so, the Commander win… Alwyn had a little smile thinking that Alden was an aristocrat too.Lieutenant JG Alwyn Yarwood
After a pause Stevens spoke, his posture a bit more relaxed, with such out of the way, “..Well it is an unexpected but welcome turn of events that Starfleet sent a ship carrying a man of such fine lineage and stock. It is an occurrence I had not expected from them. Our last general contact beyond our usual trade exchanges was.....displeasing to say the least. It at least perhaps shows that those in charge back at Earth had some semblance to learn from past mistakes..” He stated.
After any further pleasantries were set aside, Stevens and his wife Victoria led the party back into the main hall inside the grandiose building. The guards fell into step two to the middle and the other two further back to left and right. Entering into a main gallery hall lined with both original paintings no doubt done since the colony was setup as well no doubt carefully chosen originals or old reproductions of similar noble family lines and events on Earth and such were arrayed along the walls. The air in the place was despite the grandiose nature, quick fresh and natural. A natural breeze in fact was a constant keeping the shaded areas comfortably warm and the sunnier areas cool. From an engineering design point the place had obviously been constructed by local rocks and minerals, and built to a very exacting standard to show or power and wealth but also a high level of skill and attention to detail for comfort and purpose.
Turning to the left 20 feet off the main entry hall a interior guard/butler sort bowed as they approached slightly and opened a door without waiting for prompting. “..The sommeliers as well as the drink attendants my Lord have been alerted to the arrival of our guests. They will be coming by in the next 5 minutes to serve refreshments. As you requested this lounge is prepared for our meeting. Your advisors have also been alerted to the change in your schedule for the afternoon hours, Merchant Lord Stiles reminds you that your negotiations with trading elements with our partners must be completed by 0730 on Thursday two days from now..” the man said.
The room before the team had a well crafted and lit fire place, using natural wood and fuel it seems with a carefully constructed and hidden ventilation that kept any smoke free of the room and contained any fire hazard. An array of white and tan couches and chairs all well tailored and cared for were around the room as well and a series of tables held waiting to be filled glasses of any kind of drink. A large bowel of fruit was also present on one side table both with local Earth types and probably locally grown native fruit. A soft background echo of orchestral music was also present to their ears. Going off the direction of the sounds they were coming through carefully hidden and crafted speakers around the room, probably either recorded or being live played somewhere else in the building or colony. “..Tell Merchant Lord Stiles that I will be signing off on his trade requests by the deadline. All variables must be considered and I will not be pressured by one of his lower standing to complete such an agreement before I have weighed such actions..” he said. After saying such the butler bowed then left when indicated. Stevens meanwhile went over to a nearby shelf taking down a small box and taking out what seemed some kind of smoke pipe.
Steven’s wife meanwhile turned with an elegant grace, “..You must forgive my husband, duties of state are ever present on his mind as you can imagine. Vok III’s mercantile fleets and defense fleets are a strong element to balance with current situations around all three colonies. Please, sit and relax yourselves. The servers will be by shortly as you heard to take your drink or food requests. In the meantime until he calms himself is there anything I can answer for you that you may wish to inquire about?” she asked.
GM CockRoach
Marcus sat forward in his seat slightly, “Are you nervous about the results of the trade negotiations Lady Stevens?” Anders didn’t want to probe too much into the personal lives of the trading lords of Vok III, but wanted to work out what the aims were of these traders.
-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-
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