Lt. Commander Foster - Landing
Jamie LeBlanc
((Transporter Room – USS Narendra))
After his trip to the bridge and the disturbing news that something in the area may be affecting the crew’s mental well-being Wyn was more than a little rattled, and yet looking very stoic about the whole thing.
He sent a commline message to Lieutenant Ross and Ensign S’zurak to meet him in the transporter room, and one they had the all clear, they could beam down.
Between the fluctuations that were messing with the transporters and the unknown effects that may be messing with the crew Wyn was starting to think something was very wrong with Capricalia.
But he tried to tamp that down. Focus on the mission. And keep it just enough in mind that if things seemed off, he could quietly medically investigate and ensure that they were working with healthy and unaffected people on both sides.
He straightened up as the door opened and his two companions entered.
Foster: Everybody ready?
S’zurak/Ross: ?
Wyn headed to the transporter platform.
Foster: Alright everyone, look professional and friendly, we got this.
Maybe his pep talk was for them, maybe it was for himself. Either way he took in a breath, put on a good face and they were ready to beam down.
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((Capitol City – High Council Offices))
The trio materialized on the platform outside of the High Council Offices. In the middle of a large city, the industrial buzz of people moving, working, trading – and protesting – was visible all around.
There was an electric buzz to Capitol City, the hum of the mobility rails that sped passengers to their destinations, the thrum of the electricity that powered the skyscrapers, the conversation of millions of people all moving and working around them.
And then off, in the distance, on the horizon, was the Capricalia of yore. The deep green mountains glutted with trees and wildlife. Hiding caves and rivers and lakes. Just a hint you could see, like a distant dream – none of which was reflected in the city. Everything around them was steel and stone and duratride, shining, white and silver. It was attractive architecture, but it was striking in what it lacked.
There was no dirt. No plants. No greenery, no animals. Maybe in other parts of the city there were parks, but this section felt completely cut from anything natural, like a section of a starship was cut from space and plopped into the planet.
Foster: Well, this is… something.
It was hard to tell what Wyn made of it. The scene was a bit too… mechanical… for his taste.
S’zurak/Ross: ?
They ventured inside the building using the clearly delineated walk, and found the man they were looking for on the lower levels.
Zilo: ?
Foster: Yes, greetings Secretary Zilo. I am Commander Foster, and this is Lieutenant Ross and Ensign S’zurak.
He got the awkward introductions out of the way first.
S’zurak/Ross: ?
Zilo: ?
Wyn tipped his antennae downwards in a gesture of assent, a willingness to listen.
Foster: I understand you filed several complaints with the Federation Trade Commission and they did not answer any of them until your most recent complaint.
Wyn figured he would let Zilo speak and put the problem on the table in his own words.
S’zurak/Ross: ?
Zilo: ?
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tags/tbc
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Lt. Commander Shar’Wyn Foster
Executive Officer
~Julian Beck
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