USS Chernov
Side Sim - Galdor Trip (All crew free to join)
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: : : : : : : “I may hold you to that offer,” the crimson-scaled female spoke with a slight smirk, glancing back at the Vulcan. A strange creature, to be sure. She continued at a relaxed pace down the corridor, turning into a room that seemed like a conference room. A table was set up on the side with some sort of confections. “Food that is edible by humanoids has been prepared, if any of you would like a meal,” Miv spoke, then stepped to the side to speak with Udi.
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: : : : : : : The two touched the tips of their fingers together, and there was an obvious look of affection in Miv’s eyes as she looked at the male.
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: : : : : : : Mwezi
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: : : : Chris looked on at them and thought it was strange but to him he guessed. Too them it might be normal.
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: : : : : : Emily followed after everyone, and was intrigued by the strange food that was laid out for them. She grabbed what looked like a slice of melon and bit into it, melting at the sweet juicy flavor.
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: : : : : : Emily Harper
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: : : : : bump for XO and CO, although feel free to take as much time as you need :D
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: : : : Chris got next to Harper. “How are the eats Miss Harper? They taste as good as they look and smell?”
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: : : : Lt Commander Chris Taggart XO
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: : : Pasting in the Captain’s response
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: : : It was not the required time for sustenance but Stovik was well aware of diplomatic duty so choose some light fruit that would not upset his diet regime too much.
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: : : : Captain Stovik
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: : Near the table stood what might be, for the crew, an even more surprising sight than the ‘lizard folk’. Standing at only two and a half feet tall, there was a small alien that resembled a house cat. They were somewhat plump, but looked very agile, with dark red fur and a long tail. They wore a robe, much like the Hatriku officers were, but they were also adorned in several pieces of shiny jewelry. Earrings on their ears, bracelets and anklets, and even a rather intricate necklace. The small alien noticed Stovik and stepped over to him, bowing their small head in greeting. “May your hearts beat strongly, and your love grow wide,” the feline spoke with a smile. The voice was deep, and sounded male. “I am Controller Zish. Your timing in your visit is rather fortuitous to be here at a time when two of the twelve happen to be at SkyBase!” he chuckled.
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: Stovik studied the new being curiously and nodded in greeting as he approached. “May you live long and prosper.”He said in response to the greeting before asking,”Two of the twelve? Do you mean Controllers?”
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: Captain Stovik
Zish nodded. “Yes, indeed. How much do you know of our culture, Captain Stovik?” the alien, known as a Raka, inquired. He began to walk, gesturing to the Vulcan to follow. He stopped when they reached what looked like a small pillar with its top reaching about to Stovik’s waist. Zish easily leapt to the top and sat on it, their faces now at approximately equal heights. “I presume it is likely very little, given how few of our kind are in your Starfleet. Well, a small lesson I suppose. Galdor is ruled by the controllers. Each controller is in charge of a twelfth of the planet. The current organization is three Hatriku, three Laleri, three Arwan, and three of my kind - the Raka. The names we bear are not our birth names, but old Arwan words for… well, numbers. I am Zish, nine. Miv is Eight. There are also ten others,” he said with a smile. He would list them, but the words would be meaningless to the Vulcan.
Mwezi