“And we’re still beaming over, Sir?” Hal asked. “I doubt that they’ll be hostile to people who are helping them.”
“That’s still the plan!” Glen replied.
“They’re asking questions now sir. Fairly standard ones, who are you, where do you come from, but still. The sort of thing we might want to explain in person.” Inola smiled. “And we’re their welcome wagon. First aliens they’ve ever met.”
“Well, I’m as eager to me them as they seem to be to meet us,” said Glen. “Let’s get down to the Transport Room and beam over.”
William didn’t really understand all the security precautions the Captain was taking, his interest was purely in the discovery of a new species, the anthropological finds, and scientific potential here. In his mind, there was nothing wrong with bringing advanced technology so long as they kept to the letter of protocol, but then again he wasn’t a Captain and thus he probably didn’t truly comprehend the reasoning.
Glen’s reasoning was based upon historical precedent. Ships on voyages of discovery were often attacked for their technology, weapons and valuable commodities.
“Okay, then I think that is settled,” Glen said. “The landing party should assemble in the Starboard Transporter Room in ten minutes.”
“Who are you choosing to go over and introduce ourselves?” Kord asked.
“As I already said, a engineering detail, with Inola to translate, Hal and Mooney as security, and myself,” said Glen.
“Just double checking.” Kord said with a slight bow.
William sat back down at his station and waited for the away team to get going.
“William, you have the Bridge,” Glen said as he left.
William could sit in the Captain’s chair if he wished.
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