Posted by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor’s Assistant) in Government Tower - The Gatekeepes Are Locking The Gates
Twenty minutes after the meeting with Dasca, Dorma Fen arrived at the Conference Room for the meeting she called. On the long table were PaDDS for everyone, old-fashioned paper notepads and pens, water, snacks, and coffee. Six comm terminals had been connected, each dedicated to a specific office in the Tower and to needed off-site locals. The shades had been drawn and rhe wi dows set to opaque and secure, preventing outside surveillance.

Outside the room, it was eerily quiet. No one was present on the entire floor except for Fen… and four human males of distinctly Japanese heritage in suits outside the door, two on each side. They stood stoically against the wall, and each had a strange lump under their jackets; too large to be a phaser, too small to be a rifle. Each wore dark sunglasses and has a comm device in their ear.

As the rest of the Administration Staff arrived, the men said nothing. They simply held them at the door, looked at them directly for a few moments, and then opened the door and ushered them quickly inside.

Dorma Fen

Cort stepped in, surveyed the whole set-up, and gave Dorma an appraising look. Somehow, he expected nothing less from her. As he approached, finally some of his true worry was allowed to surface. “It’s too early to drink, right?” He was actually joking given that it wasn’t even 8 am yet, but his words came out with a sigh.

Cort poured some more coffee and took a seat just as Elema and Sherri stepped in. The two woman also grabbed coffee and sat down.

“This is just…” Elema said, shaking her head.
“It’s hard,” Sherri agreed, “But between all of us, we have plenty of skills and experience.” She reached over and rested a hand on the empath’s arm. “And we take breaks as we need to, okay? We lean on each other.”

Cort had experienced more than his fair share of tragic events, one of which he had briefly alluded to to Dorma at their dinner, but it never made it easier. It had, however, given him practice being stoic. But Elema, though the same age as Dorma, was the least experienced of the four of them, and he knew they would need to demonstrate how to handle something as big as this. “Schedules are clear. Where do you want to go from here?” he asked Dorma. He had things that had come to mind already, but she definitely had something in mind and he was happy to let her take charge here.

~Dasca’s Staff