Post by beavercorp on Jan 22, 2018 19:29:18 GMT -5
The high-pitched whine of the transporter effect grew louder as the gold shimmering field engulfed Gee Gee. As the sound entered its decrescendo the Capella IV atmosphere materialized around him. To the parties right there was a group waiting to meet them. Gee Gee thought I wonder how they always know where we're going to beam down, it's not like we exactly call ahead and give them specific coordinates, we just say we're coming...
The group was a mix of Federation-types in blue and red jumpsuits and Capellans in their traditional solid colours and furs with balaclavas. There was one man, short and pudgy with a greasy balding comb-over, dressed in an old suit that, at one time, probably looked very impressive. He stepped forward as he examined the sleeves of the crew looking for the leader. "Commander," he said selecting Gee Gee "I'm Wix Tyson, administrator of this, um, small little project. How do you do?"
Begrudgingly Gee Gee took his offered hand. "...I do just fine, thank you, Mr. Tyson-"
"Please, all of you, call me Wix, we're all friends here." Wix cut in with his gravelly tone.
Lenara looked Wix over, the man didn't really look impressive at all, to some extent she even felt disgusted by his presence. She was definitely not looking forward to spending more time on the surface than needed.
"-Wix." Gee Gee sighed, inaudibly. It was going to be a long couple of days. "We're aware there are some problems integrating the newer generation of components with the previous generation. Our communications specialist, Strivir, is here to assist with that." He said, indicating the large Caitian. "Lieutenant Nirin and Ensign O'Flarity are here to help with any of the heavy lifting, and security planning for after our departure from orbit." Gee Gee pointed out the other two officers.
Lenara nodded when her name was mentioned in confirmation.
"And you?" Wix inquired with a funny look on his face. Gee Gee, couldn't place it, but it wasn't really that important.
"I'm here to ensure the cargo is offloaded properly."
The group was a mix of Federation-types in blue and red jumpsuits and Capellans in their traditional solid colours and furs with balaclavas. There was one man, short and pudgy with a greasy balding comb-over, dressed in an old suit that, at one time, probably looked very impressive. He stepped forward as he examined the sleeves of the crew looking for the leader. "Commander," he said selecting Gee Gee "I'm Wix Tyson, administrator of this, um, small little project. How do you do?"
Begrudgingly Gee Gee took his offered hand. "...I do just fine, thank you, Mr. Tyson-"
"Please, all of you, call me Wix, we're all friends here." Wix cut in with his gravelly tone.
Lenara looked Wix over, the man didn't really look impressive at all, to some extent she even felt disgusted by his presence. She was definitely not looking forward to spending more time on the surface than needed.
"-Wix." Gee Gee sighed, inaudibly. It was going to be a long couple of days. "We're aware there are some problems integrating the newer generation of components with the previous generation. Our communications specialist, Strivir, is here to assist with that." He said, indicating the large Caitian. "Lieutenant Nirin and Ensign O'Flarity are here to help with any of the heavy lifting, and security planning for after our departure from orbit." Gee Gee pointed out the other two officers.
Lenara nodded when her name was mentioned in confirmation.
"And you?" Wix inquired with a funny look on his face. Gee Gee, couldn't place it, but it wasn't really that important.
"I'm here to ensure the cargo is offloaded properly."
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