Beowulf wrote:Starship Ganymede
Half an hour before
A tall, startling beautiful, human looking woman stepped out of the shuttle's hatch. Dressed in a dark grey mid-length skirt, and a dark-grey jacket with gold piping, she stood out from the crowd, especially when she was followed by a combat android. The android looked eminently suited to the task of killing stuffs and breaking things, even unarmed, as it was at the moment.
"Hello. I am an Avatar of Tizona. You may refer to me simply as Tizona. I am a representative of the Collective."
"Captain Jonas Treia, any combination of those will be fine" he smiled, "it is truely a pleasure to have you here, welcome aboard the Ganymede."
Spyder wrote:Aboard the Ganymede...
The orders had been placed and the food prepared. The senior staff of the Ganymede as well as the various guests had all been seated. An orientation pamplet was making the rounds explaining food safety and various other traditional customs, such as toasting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, tonight may very well be the most important event in all the galaxy. Our world is changing, from this point onward there will be new demands, new challenges and it will be up to us to meet those challenges and face them together. I would like to propose a toast," Jonas raises his glass "to the future."
Tizona raised a glass.
"To the future."
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the vessel one of the crewmen was busy checking a sensor grid in the aft section. He was almost finished when he heard a voice from behind him.
"Well," the voice was almost angelic. A woman dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive satin silver dress. Long golden hair ran all the way down her back.
"I, the umm," the crewman suddenly became very nervous, but not for reasons that were immediately obvious, "the Captain has made contact with the Freehold. They uhh, they sent someone. Ah we umm, we ahh... haven't seen, well the Crobuzon aren't here. Umm, is that okay?"
"Oh," she let out a quiet laugh, "that was beyond your control." She smiled and softly licked her lips, her perfume was overpowering, "You've made me very proud. Are you ready for the last part?"
Tears began streaming down his face. "I, I don't know if I can do this." he sobbed.
"Shh," she hushed him, she ran two fingers down the middle of his face, between his eyes, over his nose, his bottom lip flicked back into position as her fingers passed over, "don't be afraid. You're special to us Timothy, so very special. You are part of our plan, the most important part. You have nothing to fear."
Another crewman overheard a voice coming from around the corner.
"Yo Tim, who are you talking to?"
"What?" The woman was gone. "Oh, no one. I was just, thinking aloud." He dried his eyes and went back to work."
