Reception with the Delegates (part 2)
Posted on Tue Sep 9th, 2014 @ 11:21am by Commodore Samantha York & Commander Thaddius Storm & Ensign Kela Sirel & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus
Edited on on Tue Sep 9th, 2014 @ 11:33am
910 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
[CONTINUED]
[OLD]
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.
[NEW]
The Delegation from Octurius entered the reception Area, It was the Red haired woman and the auburn only that strode casually into the room and while looking about almost to analyze the situation and mood the stiffness of their first impression had a micro fracture as they saw no immediate danger. As instructed; the Security had made it a 'suggestion', the delegates in the room had only the dirks of their boots as cerimonial weapons.
Moving through the crowd they approached the Commanding Officer, noticing the finely dressed green woman they both hesitated upon seeing her. As they noticed her they had hands close to the Dirk, the dark pupils and eyes also sent a chill through The Leader had a darker look in her eyes that Spartacus did not have to use her Betazoid Heritage to sense they did not like her. Nor did anyone suspect the fact Spartacus' hands by her sides was a dangerous place for them.
"Greetings," Sam said formally. "Welcome to the Calypso."
Lynta looked at the woman addressing her. "This one is dressed more formally, is she your superior, one who commands here or is it you?" She asked in a blunt way.
"Only the Elite Who Command wear the Long skirt of Honor." Ferrin added. "Princess or Admiralty only have that kind of Skirt."
"No. I am the one who commands here," Sam said. "Dress does not connote seniority in Starfleet. We go by rank, which we wear on our uniforms." She indicated her rank pips as she spoke. "This indicates that I am a Commodore, the senior-ranking officer on this vessel."
Spartacus noted that the women did not like her attire; too bad for them as far as she was concerned but she did have to make a note that the clothing has significance wroth the Octovians, all information is good at this point as no one really knows them all that well.
"I suppose that is effective in confusing the enemy?" Lynta admit. "That is normal among anyone below a General but this one is dressed as a Princess of a leader of you people would dress, I lead my people and she is what to your ranking?"
Spartacus was ready for the other one to take the first act; the loyal guard dog ever at the Master's heel. She could sense the aura coming off them both, the woman Lynta had an aua of dark but passionate hues, she was out of her element and the anixety she had being so; what Spartacus surmised, exposed without an army to protect her was making her a little defensive and hiding behind her traditions was a way to save face.
"No Pootector should wear the symbol of power over her Master's rank." Ferrin put in as a loyal woman to her leader.
*Perhaps the elegance was a vain call Samantha.* Spartacus projected. * I can go get slacks if you prefer or if possible request a skirted option aI do have one ready, ESHa had both set out for me?*
"You are fine." Sam assured her. To the delegation she replied. "We were unaware of your traditions and did not mean offense. The next time we meet, Ensign Spartacus will be properly attired."
"Excuse me ma'am." said a young security officer whom approached her from behind tapping her on the shoulder. "Request permission to have a moment of your time in private."
Sam turned to address the officer. She was surprised that he would ask her to leave the reception for a word, but nodded and led him out of the reception room into the corridor. "What is it?" she asked.
The man handed Sam a PADD with a solemn look on his face. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but the transport carrying Commander Vance from the Calypso has been destroyed. She and two other officers that arrived on the transport were killed."
Sam froze for a moment while she assimilated the information. Then she slowly took the PADD. Dead? "What happened?" she asked as she thumbed through the data on the PADD. "Are they sure?"
"The transport was attacked by what looks like some rag tag armada of decommissioned vessels. They stood no chance and there is no evidence of any transports made from any of the ships. When the ship was destroyed there were three life signs including Commander Vance. Without a doubt ma'am, no one survived." the officer reported.
Sam slipped the PADD into a pocket and nodded. "Thank you. Please inform Lieutenant Munich that I will not be back to the reception. I need to go find Colonel Raine." It wasn't hard for her to locate Damon. She needed to see him, to tell him what happened. Outwardly she remained calm -- had to remain calm -- but right now what she needed most was Damon and a chance to cry in private.
(To be continued...)
Ensign Kela Sirel
Acting Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Octurius Delegation
Lynta
Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor
Security Officer
NPCd by Alexandra Vance
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