Posted May 12, 2022, 11:49 a.m. by Gamemaster CockRoach (Gamemaster) (Robert Archer)
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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.
GM CockRoach
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
Sal gave a nod to the XO, “..I’ll speak up and keep it brief then..” She said on their behalf.
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 than 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.
Cross CMO.
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.
CSO
Turning back to face the press crews and people, Sal spoke, “..Good people! To answer your questions these good folks are willing to answer, but they wish it kept brief for now. So in short, they are a collection of different space dwelling people coming from a united governmental power known as the United Federation Of Planets. Where they come from is some distance beyond others we have met in this region of space, at least a few months by their methods of space travel. As for why so many look different, they are of different space faring races, they work together for their own common good and purpose..” She said.
The one reporter who had called herself Cal Wets, spoke again, “..But…” she began but only to have Sal smile gently interrupting. “..For now that is all the questions they will be taking, they wish to first learn more about us as a people and where we live here. Afterwards I am sure they will make more time to talk with the media and people. Excuse us..” She said curtly directing the team back down a side corridor to the tram station they had arrived in before.
Thankfully all the local populace accepted this though were obviously eager to ask more, Cal Wets was the most eager it seems as she took off to make her report no doubt to her boss or superiors in the news media. Once the group was alone again and settled onto the tram, Sal and her aide turned to the group, “..Well then from the sound of things before you had some varied points of interest to look at here on our habitat? One was our Seed Pod system and educational program, another was our food and power reserves, and I think someone mentioned something about our library archives and history? So which did you wish to go too first?” she asked.
GM CockRoach
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