Posted May 12, 2022, 11:26 a.m. by Lieutenant William B. Grey (Chief Science Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)
Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Habitat - Away Team Tour
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Joe Milligan (XO) in Main Sim - Habitat - Away Team Tour
Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Habitat - Away Team Tour
A suppressed smile tugged at the corner of Joe’s lips as he listened with false intensity to Cross as she obviously stretched the truth at least somewhat. He then looked around at the various people now milling about the area and he leaned down. His lips only inches from Cross’s ear, Joe whispered in an amused voice. “Alright then Miri. But if this goes bad just remember you’re going to owe me a home cooked meal.”
Cross said nothing but her thought was lanced with Arsenic gone was the ‘Sir and ma’am of the Victorian times’.
Cara Meow, Ship’s Anthropologist, was keen to get going and frustrated at whatever the hold up was. She looked over at the trio of Joe, Miriam and Lance and wondered what the problem might be. This was a chance to see a first contact world, a world totally uncontaminated by the influence of the Federation. None of her peers got to see this and she wanted to get on with this tour so that she got the chance.
Joe then stood tall and looked about at all the milling people and said loudly ,” Alright then we’re ready to go now finally, Our guide didn’t lose patience and leave, did they?”
Their guide to be, Sal was currently busy tidying up some last minute things with Dol who was in turn preparing to sit back down with Glen and Tia.
The female doctor threw the bag which was made of thick cloth on her left shoulder as she quickened her footsteps behind Cara. “Luckily not!” said Cara, “But let’s speed it up before she does.”
With a sidelong glance Cross looked at the Anthropologist ‘’What’s wrong with you? If the guide leaves we could explore at our own leisure I for one would search for the pods and spheres, don’t care much about anything else’‘ she said with a sullen expression.
“Really?” replied Cara, “I want to see this whole new world that has never met with the Federation before. I want to see their behaviour, culture, society, sciences, and linguistics; all that have never been influenced or contaminated by contact with Earth, Vulcan, Andoria or Tellar. It’s like a blank page in a book, still unwritten. It’s the very reason why I become a Star Fleet officer in the first place! Just to be out here, meeting with people from new worlds, seeking out new civilisations, going where no anthropologist in my class has ever been before!”
Cara Meow, Ship’s Anthropologist.
Coming back over and obviously overhearing the tale end of the conversation from Cross and Cara, Sal smiled lightly, “..I must admit I too share a level of curiosity to learn more about this Federation of yours. The idea of managing the wills and needs of one government like our own, compounded by those over vast distances and multiple cultures as you describe, please do not take offense, but I find it almost frightening to comprehend!” She said with a smile.
Once a reply came though she gestured to the door, “..In either case come, we can board back at the local transport station and go where you wish to go from there..” She said leading the ground back out into the bustling corridor. It seems their arrival had of course gotten around the station even more among the local populace, and while the local media presence was there, they respectfully kept their distance. But it was obvious a few cameras were in use to catch snippets for some local news feed to be sure. Thankfully the local crowd respectfully broke up after some smiles and polite exchanges by Sal, “..Please good people, there will be time for a full interview process later!” She said holding up her hands, “..Our guests mean us no harm as you can all imagine by now at this point, but they had requested we hold all questions and interviews until a later time.” She said.
One more noisy reporter though spoke up among the throng of people, “Cal Wets, LNW Media, respectable Sal! Can we at least know who they are? Where they are from? Why do so many local different than others?” She said.
Sal looked to the others among the team, “..Would you mind if we answered at least these questions? If you do not wish too it is fine.” She said.
Joe had meant for it to be a quick tour and come back. He’d already had problems and now this. The captain said he didn’t want for now. Joe was though after a good meal or a good whiskey, quite the social type of person. Thus far all he’d had today was irritation . He knew though that not making the effort would probably be considered to be not friendly so he put on a smile and dug deep into his Irish ancestry . He looked across at the reporter and shrugged . He smiled broadly and told the reporter , “I see no reason why we can’t answer a few simple questions my good friend. Just as long as it’s not anything to get us into trouble with our captain you know. “
Lt.Cmdr. Joe Milligan XO
Cross had to put a hand up against her mouth to stop herself from bursting out laughing ,as she saw the Cmdr who she knew would have been happier with some action rather then a tour.
The doctor heard the questions being asked but thought it was best to let the others answer ,if anything goes wrong she would not be the one facing the consequences and repercussions .For good measure Cross made no eye contact with those around her,though she had to admit how polite and excited they all seemed to be.
William raised an eyebrow at the Commander’s reaction and then Miriam’s, he wasn’t sure if they should or shouldn’t answer any questions but if they were anything like the Federation press they would likely ask non-invasive questions at first with a few badly thought out questions. He clasped hands behind his back and waited.
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