Reception with the Delegates (part 1)

Posted on Thu Sep 4th, 2014 @ 12:23pm by Commodore Samantha York & Commander Hans Munich & Lieutenant Austin Brown & Lieutenant Ilse Frost & Lieutenant Roberta Andrews & Lieutenant Ignatz Jones & Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Admiral Maximilian 'Max' Hunter & Commander Alexandra Vance

1,134 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: VIP Reception Area

ON

Samantha checked with the chef and made sure everything was ready for the reception, then dressed in her dress whites and headed for the reception.

The room was formal and sparse, which usually meant simply formal. A long table laden with delicacies sat against the far wall, watched over by three crew members who made sure everything was clean and neat and that trays never went empty. They also made sure no one lingered too long or had an opportunity to tamper with any of the food.

Sam was the first to arrive and quickly checked over the room, nodding her satisfaction. She was pleased to notice four security officers keeping an eye on the room in general.

The slight clicking of the heels as she walked preceded her as Spartacus entered the Reception, she had made sure to have her uniform pressed and ready. The formal lines of the tunic and jacket were to the regulations; the coloring watched within acceptable exacting shades and she felt quite comfortable in the white silk that had gone into the creation. She wore some white gold dangling tactfully ear rings and bracelets of matching color and studded gems.

Where she had put most of her creativity was on the fitted long skirt rather than the usual short skirted uniform. It was taking the regulations to a bit of an edge, she could wear the Orion Native attire but that could give the wrong impression. SO she took the regulations into that gray area where is tactically acceptable. The skirt went to her ankles and while standing properly it was a figure hugging style. The long slit in the right side that allowed both movement and her leg to show when she walked went half way up her thigh. The shoes had a minor heel and she kept the anklet on the left leg under the material.

Entering the area she look around and saw The Commadore checking the arrangements. With a smile on her face she strode over to Samantha, her poise naturally regal as it had been taught to her as a child and her even steps were measured but natural at the same time, her hips did not sway more than was the tradition but the emphasis of the skirted option did highlight her steps.

“Hello Samantha…” She glanced around the room. “I think we are ready, the place looks wonderful. My complments to the Operations Crew.”

"They did well," Sam agreed. "Your tailor did an excellent job with your uniform."

"Why thank you Samantha." Teena almost seemed to blush slightly as she so respected the complement. "I will tell ESHa that you appreciate her hard work." Spartacus smiled. "I thought the normal Short Skirt in a formal event would be in bad taste. The Panterian Delegation have been settled into their quarters, I saw to it myself before retiring to get ready for the reception ma'am."

"Wonderful, thank you," Sam replied, giving Teenah a bright, brief smile before turning to greet the Panerian delegation as they walked into the reception.

"Good evening, Commodore," the Panterian delegate said. "You honor us with this reception."

"You honor us with your presence," she replied. "Please, help yourself to some food and meet my crew." She indicated the table of food. "We took care to prepare foods that will be to your taste."

The delegate bowed again and moved off to greet someone else.

"With a name like Panteran, one might have thought they were an offshoot of the Caitians, If the file hadn't included a picture." mused Ignatz softly.

Lieutenant Roberta Andrews silently came into the reception area. Wearing her dress uniform, she absently ran a hand down the front of it. Smiling to hersef, she felt the flatness and thought.."Well, nothing yet..not for a while though..." She looked down at her chest and was reminded of somehting her Mom had told her long ago..'..Those exist for two things, and two things only...1) to catch a mate, and 2) to feed your young. After both have been accomplished, they'll start 'heading South.' ' Andrews just shook her head and went to a table to sit.

Lieutenant Brown walked through the doors into the reception area, nearly tripping over her own feet in an attempt to not be late for the function. She straightened her dress uniform with a slight reddened face. letting out a slight breath that no one really noticed her near blunder.


Lieutenant Ilse Frost pulled her uniform out of the closet it looked a but rumpled but that didn't concern her much. She had always been more concerned for her patients then she did her appearance. She dressed and walked through the door after Brown and just caught the tail end of the trip but she pretended not to notice as she slipped in and stood to one side so she could say she had been there and so she could leave as soon as it was fashionable to do so. She had another shift to do tonight in Sickbay and wanted a few more hours of sleep before hand.


Dr. Arnon Barak entered the reception area in his dress uniform and took in the room, all the people, the various races, and various costumes. He made his into the room in search of conversation.


People moved about and quiet chatter could be heard. Dr. Frost started to realize that it would not be an early night for her and that she should mingle a bit. She approached the young woman who had tripped earlier. "Hi, I haven't seen you around before at one of these things." Ilse smiled slightly "Oh, by the way. I'm Ilse Frost, one of the various doctor's aboard the Calypso and you are?"

"Lieutenant Austin Brown. New Operations officer" She smiled and held out a hand to shake "Nice to make your acquaintance. doctor."

Ilse shook the woman's hand briefly as she asked "What do you think of the Calypso so far?"

"So far everyone has been very welcoming. I must admit the ship is a lot bigger than I expected as well."

Kela finally walked into the reception area. She was in her standard dress uniform and was making a point not to drink passed a certain point. She was determined to 'be here' the entire night. There was no way she would allow an important event like this to be ruined by one of her past hosts.

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor

Panerian Delegation

Lieutenant Ignatz Jones
Chief Diplomat

Lieutenant Roberta Andrews
Chief Science Officer

Lieutenant Austin Brown
Chief Operations Officer

Lieutenant Ilse Frost
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Arnon Barak
Chief Counselor

Ensign Kela Sirel
Acting Chief Security Officer

 

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