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Leaning against a wall next to Kovan, Alwyn was silently looking at the situation and waiting with the crew for the colony to answer. For now, he didn’t have much to do, as he already gave orders to his team through the ship’s comm so they can be ready if they depart for the colony.

They surely take their time, thought the doctor. In an attempt to break the silence, he says to Kovan : “So, um… How’s your arm ?”

Lieutenant Alwyn Yarwood - CMO

It was a few hours later appropriate for the time delay in transmission to get there and back, and probably a bit of a delay for the comm techs to reply as needed to the complex setup when it came back in proper order and origin point. This time there was no snarky reply from a lower tech, but someone higher up on the chain in the government in this case someone they could verify was a Lt Colonel in their local militia forces named Rachel Steel. Included was needed security code verifications and a voice print. But a stern message came along, =/\= USS Sentinel, enough of these games! I have properly reprimanded the communications techs on our end for this nonsense. I would encourage the commanding officer of your ship to do the same for your own officer or officers who continue this! All governing personnel needing medical and psychological evaluations as per Federation regulations will be ready for your arrival. =/\= She said.

“Anyone else getting more nervous the closer we get to this colony,” Marcus asked, the edges of his fingers starting to turn white as he gripped his Security console.

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security-

After several more hours and a few days at warp (during which time I’m sure lots of side sim stuff happened!), the Sentinel finally dropped out of warp on the edge of the Vok system. They were soon passed through formal local system channels and were arriving in orbit of Vok III which was led by Lord Samuel Stevens III. They did not have long to wait till a hail came in on official channels from the main government facility below.

On the screen a regal old style royal British like family crest came up on the screen, then faded to show the main office of Lord Stevens. He was clearly a bit portly currently late 40s aged human man. Given his strong ties to old British royalty he sat with an air of authority and stature of someone from ‘fine’ breeding stock and upbringing with such strong held values and beliefs. He had a wash of red-blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and stood around 5‘9 or so in height when he would be standing.

=/\= Ah the USS Sentinel arrives first to my corner of this collective colony. I understand it is time for my usual evaluations to see if I and my in heritors are fit to remain in charge of our colony under Federation Law. =/\= He said, his tone was one that if he had a choice he would prefer to not care about such things, but given the needs of his own colony and their two partners against Orion threats currently he recognized he had no other choice. =/\= I am as you must know Lord Samuel Stevens the Third. I welcome you to Vok III colony. You may send your landing party to perform your jobs in the next half hour. I will meet you with my advisors outside the main governing hall. Unless there is anything else currently to attend too you may take your leave from this communications channel..=/\= he said.

GM CockRoach