Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 11:42:22 GMT -8
It had been nineteen hours since they left Celda. Before leaving orbit, the planet had been given one more additional scan, the shield generator was brought back to full operation around the Colony site, and the genocide device that had been beamed into space was now safely in the hands of SGE after being removed from the organic remains that had once contained it. Kealan had notified the family of the fallen officer, a task that no Captain liked doing, but was necessary. It had been an emotional day and all Kealan wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately, the message from Starfleet ordered him to get the Talon underway. Destination, Peleb.
It had been an unusual invitation. The Pelebians were allies of Etimon and, after hearing about the return of the future heirs and the assistance the Federation had given to the planet, they wanted to hear more. However, it was not just an invitation for diplomacy. It was an invitation for relaxation. Peleb was a natural retreat. While Etimon was beautiful, Peleb was free-thinking and open-minded. Very little shocked the Pelebians and they prized relaxation for its restorative properties, thus much of the planet was tranquil. There were no holodecks, no avenues for brutality.
Kealan stared at the image Starfleet had provided him of the two leaders of the planet. One male, one female, both incredibly exotic, with short-cropped pale hair and ivory skin. Across their faces, makeup had been applied in various hues, most of it in a way not common to the human aesthetic when it came to cosmetic application. There were indications that the face was not the only area where color was applied.
The invitation was also unusual in that they requested quite strongly the addition of crew from the station, as they had been instrumental (if not moreso) in Etimon's new freedom. A lottery had been set up by Captain Federov, with a certain percentage of individuals from each department chosen to go, completely at random. It was the only fair way to do it, and Kealan didn't envy Vlad the repercussions.
He looked at the viewscreen, to the planet below. They had arrived eight hours ago and most of the crew had taken that opportunity to sleep, rather than go immediately down. They deserved it. What they had all endured recently would sent many to the counselor, yet most just picked themselves up and got on with their duties. A skeleton crew would remain on the Talon, and crew were not forced to go planetside, though it was encouraged. Kealan would be arriving shortly, diplomatic pouch in hand, but he hoped he, too, would have the opportunity to unwind.
Back on SGE, Admiral Phillips' ship remained, just in case something happened that would require a little bit of firepower. Kealan smiled at the though, having had a bit of conversation with Vlad before they left. The temporary Captain had effectively put his foot down, stopping a tidal wave of bad decisions from toppling order.
Throughout the Talon, SGE crew were housed in temporary quarters. Kealan hoped both sets of crew would take the opportunity to better get to know the other, especially since SGE was the home base of Talon. Stretching his back in his chair, he turned and smiled at the Communications officer. "Alert them that I'll be down shortly."
"Yes, Sir."
Kealan got up and headed to the turbolift. He needed a good old fashioned shower before he had to go shake some multicolored hands.
End Kealan
It had been an unusual invitation. The Pelebians were allies of Etimon and, after hearing about the return of the future heirs and the assistance the Federation had given to the planet, they wanted to hear more. However, it was not just an invitation for diplomacy. It was an invitation for relaxation. Peleb was a natural retreat. While Etimon was beautiful, Peleb was free-thinking and open-minded. Very little shocked the Pelebians and they prized relaxation for its restorative properties, thus much of the planet was tranquil. There were no holodecks, no avenues for brutality.
Kealan stared at the image Starfleet had provided him of the two leaders of the planet. One male, one female, both incredibly exotic, with short-cropped pale hair and ivory skin. Across their faces, makeup had been applied in various hues, most of it in a way not common to the human aesthetic when it came to cosmetic application. There were indications that the face was not the only area where color was applied.
The invitation was also unusual in that they requested quite strongly the addition of crew from the station, as they had been instrumental (if not moreso) in Etimon's new freedom. A lottery had been set up by Captain Federov, with a certain percentage of individuals from each department chosen to go, completely at random. It was the only fair way to do it, and Kealan didn't envy Vlad the repercussions.
He looked at the viewscreen, to the planet below. They had arrived eight hours ago and most of the crew had taken that opportunity to sleep, rather than go immediately down. They deserved it. What they had all endured recently would sent many to the counselor, yet most just picked themselves up and got on with their duties. A skeleton crew would remain on the Talon, and crew were not forced to go planetside, though it was encouraged. Kealan would be arriving shortly, diplomatic pouch in hand, but he hoped he, too, would have the opportunity to unwind.
Back on SGE, Admiral Phillips' ship remained, just in case something happened that would require a little bit of firepower. Kealan smiled at the though, having had a bit of conversation with Vlad before they left. The temporary Captain had effectively put his foot down, stopping a tidal wave of bad decisions from toppling order.
Throughout the Talon, SGE crew were housed in temporary quarters. Kealan hoped both sets of crew would take the opportunity to better get to know the other, especially since SGE was the home base of Talon. Stretching his back in his chair, he turned and smiled at the Communications officer. "Alert them that I'll be down shortly."
"Yes, Sir."
Kealan got up and headed to the turbolift. He needed a good old fashioned shower before he had to go shake some multicolored hands.
End Kealan