Posted Feb. 12, 2021, 1:15 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Kord (XO) (David Bennett)
Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Transporter Room A - Beam down to Alstair Prime
[snip]Glen continued, “There will be a party seven to beam down today to Alstair Prime, and I’m quite happy we won’t be using ‘All the Stairs’ eh!” It was a poor joke that Glen immediately regretted saying. In any case, the name was not really pronounced “All-Stairs” but was a more of a musical note when spoken in that sing-song way by the female Alstairians.
Inola arrived soon after the captain, fiddling with her communicator. She had gotten odd looks in the halls as she imitated the musical language of Alistairs, but she had finally mastered the tone changes. “Captain, Lieutenant,” She nodded to each of the men in the room, then smiled. “Ready to speak with the Tri-Council?”
“I most certainly am,” replied Glen. “I’m also concerned that I know so little about them and their society. I don’t think they quite understand the size of the spacefaring community they are joining. They did seem a little concerned about the possibility of hostile groups and war, but the real threats to them are much more mundane - rapid economic growth, new contagious diseases, dealing with technological change. I want to gauge how ready they are for those things, without worrying them so much that they close their borders and withdraw from known space. Also, personally speaking, we recently had an extremely bad First Contact experience with a belligerent race of bottle-nosed Dolphins that has resulted in an ongoing conflict. So, I’m very keen for this to go well.”
Cadet Coleman showed up in the transporter room in his dress uniform. Of course, it was slightly different than everyone else’s as it has a red (instead of white) strap holding up the tunic. The rank on the tunic strap was Senior Cadet. He had a standard tricorder and a communicator with him. He tried to not seem nervous because this was his official first landing party for official duty.
“Cadet Coleman!” replied Captain Glen, “Don’t look so worried. You’ve met aliens before in the Academy. There must be hundreds of species in the Federation of Planets now. Pretty soon it’s likely that the Alstairs will be members too. So, it’s just another day at the Academy, okay!”
The Cadet did not want to dispute a Captain and so he did not. He tried to put his nerves on hold and simply replied, “Yes, Captain.” With those two words out, he took his spot on the transporter pad.
Hal arrived in the transporter room with two of his security officers in tow. “All set to beam down to the surface, Captain?” He asked.
“Good Morning, Lieutenant!” the Captain replied to Hal and his officers. Glen looked over the two redshirts. it was important to make a good impression today. He didn’t need sharp-shooters, instead he wanted the quiet but dependable sort, who could deal with a nearly endless number of potential situations. He wanted people with that air of authority, and a demeanour that meant that you would never dare to mess with them, but at the same time, were also gentle, respectful of others and their space, and knew how to influence others and quickly diffuse tense situations. Hal seemed to have chosen well. Given the quick once over by the Captain, these appeared to fit the bill.
NE Wilickers and NE Sherry were the assigned security guards. Wilickers adjusted his uncomfortable dress clothes. “..Urgh how are we to move in these things if they go south?” He muttered to Sherry.
”..Pish, better than me? I got to run around in short heeled ‘security’ boots.” Sherry muttered.
“They do say shoes maketh the man!” replied Glen. “Or, that with the right pair of heels, a woman can conquer worlds! Anyway, we are out to make a good impression today, and that means dress uniforms, so no apologies! Now if we can cut out all the gossip and move along to take our places on the Transporter pads, please. Look, the new Cadet has put you all to shame. He’s already waiting on his pad!”
- Glen, CO
Kord expressed a faint smile of amusement, almost unnoticable.
Inola raised an eyebrow and replied with a small smile. “Heels are far too hard to fight in to conquer a whole world. Perhaps a colony.” She walked onto her pad with a bit of play bravado, then smoothed her dress uniform out, returning to her usual respectful stance.
-Inola, Comms
At the CO’s words the two security NEs took their position on the transport pads. “..Yes sir, ready sir.” They intoned.
GM CockRoach
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