A Departure
The team load their vehicles, equipment and supplies onto a series of shuttles for transit to Collace Orbital where the Spinward Star is docked.
(Why, yes it has an unstreamlined hull). The Bartizan shows its worth as an ideal base for this type of operation.
The liner’s crew seem efficient enough and the Purser’s department facilitate stowing your gear and vehicles in the cargo hold to your satisfaction. Those travelling cold are given a medical and prepped for cold sleep in batches by the professional and easy going ship’s medic aided by the autodoc.
Once all is secured and the low berths filled and checked the team are issued cabins and a
very nice brochure is sent to their comms. As unit medic Prerna is issued a "repeater" bio monitor showing vitals and status for all those mercs in cold sleep.
Meanwhile the formal reception gets under way. Folk seem to have embraced the formality of the “formal do” with “black tie” evening wear being prominent but by no means universal.
Under Secretary Penfold of the Collace Ministry of Interstellar Relations meets you in the Reception Lounge with his clipboard. What are obviously lower tech augmentics whirr as his eyes scan your unit IDs. He is soon convinced that a QSM is a Warrant Officer and therefore, with much relief, an officer. He welcomes you
“Ah, our security people! I feel safer already haha” he pauses for absent hilarity and then, taking nervous glance at the two stewards with trays of champagne, directs the team to a table arrayed with ice buckets. The ice buckets contain Frosters Beer (lightweight ale in every sense) in small tins.
“There is beer. Did my time in the PDF cadets so I know soldiers prefer beer”.
He assists you to “circulate” which he deems important. He orchestrates a bizarre “social ballet” whereby you are
allowed through into the forward lounge and are rotated through a meet and greet with the delegates. It’s a bit like speed dating in groups. He introduces you, leaves you to attend to
something very important and then comes back to move you on. All have to admit he is a very functional functionary.
You have five groups with which you “mingle”.
The first is introduced as the
Collace City Chamber of Commerce and appears to consist of four Merchants. Well three and a man in a black hat who cheerfully recognises Jess and shakes her hand
“Shalom Jess!” says Mr Solomon. He introduces his “fellow merchants” (who seem somewhat nervous of him and now Jess too) as Wilson, Kepple and Betti. He states they are here to promote business between Inchin and Collace.
The Collace Orbital Consortium turns out to be some old acquaintances. The aristocratic Duran (who some have
nearly met before) greets the team warmly and insists on swapping any Frosters for whiskey or cocktails on his tab. Although obviously well bred and mannered he is urbane, witty and charming with a “silver fox’s” eye for the ladies. He sends Countess Darklan’s regards (which you eventually deduce is Tourmaline) and grumbles at Colonel Skeet for sending him on this “fool’s errand” representing the Shore while bemoaning the separation from his Upspire mistress. Two stunning young women then rejoin Duran. He introduces his nieces Styx and Lethe who are acting as his assistants on the trip. The blond twins are wearing elegant yet revealing evening gowns. Skip and the twins share a moment of recognition. Lethe pouts peevishly
“Captain Dallas, you didn’t return our comm!” while Styx simply stares at him.
The next group are a welcome sight as
The Emerging Markets Division of the Iyhlua Clan are none other than Polly and Sazanami. Polly is immaculate in clan colours but in chic local style – a light blue silk evening dress and strappy heels. Exquisitely tailored within an inch of decency (but an inch nonetheless) she looks stunning. She carries a fan (Jess notes that it is a war fan and Polly seems to know how to use it peacefully without exsanguinating). Silent Sazanami is dressed in a grey silk business suit but entirely defers to Polly. Polly snaps her fan open revealing the Iyhlua clan mon and bows to Frank.
"Colonel Cross the Iyhula Clan is grateful for your protection. I hope your services will not be required". She inclines her head to Jess and says in Trokh
"The Twilight extends her personal best wishes to her Bannerman".
(OOC: Don’t exhaust yourselves there are another two groups and the Deputy Minister to meet yet! Hard life this hard bitten merc lark!
I'll do a "Who's who"
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