Lt Commander Serala: A New Crisis begins

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Jim Davis

Jan 12, 2020, 8:42:45 PM1/12/20
to USS Atlantis

(( Guest Complex, Keibrom, Tibro, four days after arrival ))

Serala stood looking out on the capitol city, absently running her hand over her ever-expanding abdomen, and marvelled at the sight. How could something so cold and harsh as snow be so beautiful and inviting at the same time. Serala had been born and raised in Bogota, which was in the foothills of the Andes Mountains, so they had their share of cold. Granted, not much considering their proximity to the equator, but it was enough. On average, it tended to around 6 degrees Celsius as a low and 21 Celsius for a high. Not warm, to be certain, but not really cold. Not like this. Her father had chosen that place to settle his family exactly because of the climate. Her Romulan mother preferred warmer climates, as did she. This was almost unbearable to her. She fondly remembered that first shore leave on Atlantis when Lieutenant Lambert had invited her to go on the mountain climb that would result in her forming a deep friendship for Toryn. It had been more than that for a while, but no more. Now they were just friends. Perhaps there was something magical about the cold after all. Not that she really believed in that superstitious stuff, but still…

Stevok had left early that morning to return to Atlantis. Something about some science project he was working on that he needed to check the status of. He had tried to explain it to her and she had listened, but it just didn’t make sense and he could tell through their bond that she was just being kind. So, he had left off the discussion. She was just wondering what she was going to do for the day when her commbadge chirped at her.

Thoran: =/\= Thoran to Serala, McKnight and Nehir. I’d like for you to join me in the gardens at your earliest convenience. =/\=

oO Great. I guess I’m going out in the cold anyway. One of the Elements must be angry with me. Must be either air or water. Maybe both. Oo

Serala: =/\= Understood, sir. On my way. =/\=

McKnight: =/\= Understood, cap'n =/\=

Nehir: =/\= Response =/\=

Setting down her mug of steaming cocoa, an Earth delicassy that she allowed herself from time to time, especially lately, she made her way to the door.

(( Short Timeskip ))

Serala walked briskly along the garden paths wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. She noticed the others approaching from various directions as well.

oO Why did he have to pick outside? Oo

Thoran: Ah. Thank you for coming so promptly. A quick update. Ambassador Dels’an visited me this morning with concerns about what has been happening at one of the newly excavated archaeological sites. Apparently many of the work crews have become ill and she fears it may spread. 

McKnight: Shouldn't this be a problem to hand off to a more medical/science team? I'm all up for an adventure into some ruins, but I don't want to come back sick from it.

Serala: I am curious as well, Captain. What are we expected to do? Obviously quarantine and treatment, but anything else?

Nehir: Response

The Captain shook his head.

Thoran: Commander Williams has already been dispatched with a small team to investigate. Our task is i’m afraid much more mundane. I want to go through the plan for once the ambassador is on board.

McKnight: Do we have an idea at what we're even dealing with here?

Serala: I know that Lieutenant Hyden has already begun to increase security and I believe she detailed Petty Officer Davis to head up the security escort detail for the Ambassador once she’s onboard. Was there something else we need to think about?

Nehir: Response

Thoran: As you are no doubt aware, the Ambassador has some rather controversial views, at least by Valcarian standards. Her invitation to us has ruffled quite a few feathers by all accounts.

McKnight: I've already address my security concerns, sir. I don't want to repeat myself about the risks of our work vacation here.

Serala: Well, in that case, we should probably know whose feathers she has ruffled and what resources they have at their disposal. If there is a risk to us during the transport, we should be prepared for it.

Nehir: Response

Thoran: Response

Serala: :: sighing :: I just hope that this doesn’t devolve into another shooting match with someone.

McKnight/Nehir: Responses

Thoran: Response

Serala: :: A half-smile on her face :: Counselor, I may have a bit of a temper, but even I get tired of fighting from time to time.

Nehir: Response

McKnight/Thoran: Responses

Serala: Well, can we go somewhere warmer to work out the details?

Thoran: Response

Lt. Commander Serala
Strategic Operations Officer
Atlantis Staff Member
Training Team Member
Image Collective Member
USS Atlantis NCC-74682

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