Lt. Commander Foster - Hello and Welcome
Jamie LeBlanc
((Trade Center Offices – Capricalia))
The commline with Themem Zilo closed, and Wyn girded his loins (a phrase that when he first heard his father use it confused him mightily) to face the less than pleasant Commerce Secretary.
He could go right up and go right on in and quite honestly that was what he had been planning at first, but then two commline calls came in quick succession.
Because this was Starfleet and if there was one thing to be done, why not have twelve more.
The first was the alert from the Narendra’s comms station that they couldn’t reach Commander Fairhug, and yet they could reach Wyn, which was especially concerning considering what Wyn had just learned.
The second was the alert that he needed to meet with Counselor Bryce, who would be joining him on this mission. Which, he would immediately recognize that having a counselor along would be a tremendous asset, but the timing was what one could call “a little hairy.”
Nonetheless, Wyn was only in the entryway, Outside there was a public plaza with some of the rare sights of green grass in the overly sterile Capitol City Center, perfectly groomed in a pristine circle, bordered by white durastone walkways that showed no blemishes, cracks or dirt.
This whole place was too clean, in an eerie manner. No wonder Zilo was so pent up with rage and despair. How could you mourn in a spit-shined, polished white beacon to free enterprise?
So, Wyn exited the building, connected the Narendra with the co-ordinates and did the very quickest read of someone’s incoming bio that he had ever done (which included the times when he was being a slack off assistant chief medical officer, where he really should have been reading thoroughly), though in this case his defense was he was in the middle of a very tense situation, possibly surrounded by Romulan infiltrators, cut off from his Captain and trying to keep a guy who hated him safe.
It didn’t take long to connect the transporter to the lovely little green space and soon a young human with dark brown hair materialized in front of him.
Foster: Ensign Bryce?
Bryce: ?
Foster: I’m sorry that this will be a very fast official welcome but… let me be the first to welcome you onboard the Narendra! I’m Commander Shar’Wyn Foster.
Bryce: ?
He drew in a breath and watched her reaction to the place. The Capricalian Commerce Center was a gathering of shining white buildings, tall, connected with organic curves, well lit, plenty of windows. Notable in how clean they were – well kept, modern. Ensign Bryce was standing in quite possibly the only patch of grass she could see, as the rest of the Capitol center stretched out with newly paved roads and paths, shiny silver buildings, artform style stone benches polished to a mirror sheen. It was all at once both attractive and unnatural.
Foster: I’m glad you could join me. Did you have a chance to read up on the issues facing Capricalia?
Bryce: ?
He nodded slowly.
Foster: We’re going back to meet with the Secretary of Commerce Themem Zilo. We have updates for him, which includes more information on a Federation contact that failed to communicate his struggles to the Federation Council, and a warning that there’s been an assassination attempt on one of the other Capricalian councilmembers.
There was a lot of things going on down on Capricalia, and none of them were especially good at the moment.
Bryce: ?
Foster: Yeah, he’s waiting for us, so now is your time to ask any questions before we meet with him.
Bryce: ?
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tags/tbc
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Lt. Commander Shar’Wyn Foster
Executive Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
~Julian Beck
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