# Counselor's Log, Stardate 240109.03.
The final leg of the mission was grueling: the alien base, the psionic hallucinations, the phase-shifting teleport induced by the alien artifact, and then the splitting... I still feel different, disoriented. Was reintegrating with my evil twin really a good idea? I can still feel something inside me whispering to my soul... Perhaps the counselor needs a counselor.
While I'm not part of security, my experience as an advisor can be valuable in diplomatic terms. So, I've joined Toxin's team.
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(( Outside the Shuttle Port, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))
Karen watched Toxin with a wry smile. She wondered how he was doing and if Henri was still with him.
Arlill: That could have been a bit less invasive. ::fixing in his tunic::
Karen was wearing what Toxin asked and really a night dress, but the standard blue. She gazed at his tunic, patting her tunic.
T’Larn - Response
Arlill: Maybe our departure will be less hands on!
Karen looked around at that strange and exotic place. What a fascinating place that ring. Her brain was tryng to comprehend that surrounding comparing to her personal experience.
Stendhal: What we can expect here boss?
T’Larn - Response
Arlill: I’m not sure, we’ve been told that we’re meeting a tall older man St’Amin, but beyond that we’ll have to figure it out.
Stendhal: Ok let's wait for the tall and old man, so.
T’Larn - Response
A tall and old man magically approached them after they mentioned him. He stops in front of them and just started to stare at them.
Toxin/T’Larn- Response
Stendhal: I guess we find the man...
Toxin/T’Larn/ - Response
With a silent gesture the tall old man instructed them to follow him inside a narrow, small and smelly corridor till they emerge in a weird little square. There was a sort of a place, like a tavern entrance. Alien music was coming out with many aliens languages chattering.
Stendhal: Are we really suppose to be here?
She asked.
Toxin/T’Larn - Response
Tags! / TBC