Lt Jania Nis - We're in the club
Jania Nis
(( Gates of Æstin, Valaria III))
So the famine was more than a simple issue of resource scarcity. Something deeper was happening and the others were cuing in on what it might be. Important observations. But Jania felt a little frustrated by the whole idea, so she rubbed her eyes. It was already clearly a medical issue, not to mention an environmental one. Corruption just added another layer of complexity. Whatever this computer understood of probability, if the all-too-unpredictable nature of political corruption lay at the bottom of this, it was hard to say what their outcome would be.
Nis: ::whispering:: What about these people? They need medical attention, and more than we can easily give them at their tech level.
Katsim: (softly) We need to focus on the problem.
Riley: (softly) Agreed.
Jania nodded and tightened her lips. oO Head in the game, Jania. Oo
Katsim: Perhaps Doctor Nis and you can ask about information regarding when the famine started,whether it’s caused by lack of rainfall or other things. Riley and I can examine the fields and see if we can get more information.
Anton paused for a moment before letting out a long and audible sigh.
Richards: Alrighty, but if you guys get trapped in some alternate dimension, or kidnapped by the borg, We aren’t gonna be there to save you.
Even joking about the Borg made Jania uncomfortable.
Nis: Please don’t get kidnapped by the Borg.
Katsim: Riley, with me.
Riley: (nodding) Right behind you, commander.
And with that, they were separated, and Anton could already feel the piercing eyes of the Captain looking over his yet to be written mission report.
Richards: Alright. We have some work to do, it should be easier to navigate this line with less people anyways.
Nis: So what should we do?
Richards: Well to start off we could…
Anton’s voice was interrupted by shouting guards.
Guards: Make way! Back up you filthy peasants.
Jania scoffed and touched her hand to her chest in offense. Filthy!? How dare they?! Although to be fair her boots were covered in some black goop that could probably be described as filth.
Richards: Wonder what this is about.
Nis: Looks like someone important is arriving …
The guards did more than shout. Most people by the gate moved aside for them on their own; those that didn’t were made to move. People had perhaps grown accustomed to this ritual, because most did move, and without a complaint.
Behind the guards came a slow-moving caravan of palanquins, big platforms carried on the shoulders of dozens of men. These, too, had the shimmery glass of the castle towers obscuring their interiors. As they approached, someone gave a command to open the gates.
This whole thing made Jania nervous, especially being separated. She had never interacted with a pre-warp culture before, and she was not known for her acting abilities. Any slip and they might see a tricorder poking out from this silly outfit with its baggy sash.
But at least she had Anton with her. He would keep her grounded. He had experience in these kinds of situations, and would avoid anything that could get them in trouble or blow their cover for sure.
Richards: Now could be our chance.
Nis: :: eyes widening :: To … uh ... what?!
She got the idea soon enough.
Richards: Response
The gates were large, and there was one moment where they could have made it, one brief moment where they could have stolen inside, past the multiple guards … but that moment finished before Jania had made it through the gate.
Soon there was shouting, and the clattering of shields and arms as the guards turned their attention to her. She glanced at Anton, not sure what to do.
Richards: Response
Guard: Grab them!
Nis: Oh crap.
Noblewoman: Wait!
The voice came from one of the palanquins, and a moment later one of the glass doors hiding the interior of the palanquin opened, showing a glimpse of the sparkling opulence inside.
Noblewoman: Those sashes. You’re guild members, aren’t you?
Jania glanced down at the sash she’d disparaged moments earlier, then at Anton. Apparently the computer knew a thing or two about this place’s culture after all.
Richards/NPCs (optional): Response
[TAGS/TBC]
Lieutenant Jania Nis
Chief Medical Officer of Physical Health
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850
O240108JN2