Arieg
DEFCON Everybody Dies
It had been almost three weeks since a single Sesestran vessel had jumped into the Abwehran held Jaspis system, its simple mission of first contact having gone far better then the Sesestran analysts had planned. The results being three weeks of communications on diplomatic, cultural, and private industry information and above all a set date. A simple point on the calender chosen for the first official meeting between representatives of either side's governments and the ground breaking for their relationship.
The venue had been chosen some time ago, a plan put into the colonial government's playbook as a 'just in case' guide for such situations. It was a dual purpose military station orbiting the oceanic moon of Sesestra's second major colony in the Geneva Star System. Everything had been em-placed to ensure the conference's security and hopefully the comfort of those involved both Sesestran and Abwehran.
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POV: Curtis F. Daniels, Professor of Xenoculture, National University of Rodia
He was the tallest of the three he vaguely realized as he stood at the end of their little presentation, in total four had been selected to act on the behalf of the colonial government. The lean Rodian human glanced again down at his small antique mechanical watch, it had been several minutes since the vessel on the other side of the transparent metallic viewing window had docked. He had heard hushed voices from behind and to the side as technicians did their best to normalize the different pressure of the alien vessel.
The human wasn't alone in the vigil, three others stood beside him, all patiently waiting for the same event. The first was a short stout human, his face and body beginning to show the signs of aging as he had long ago passed through the time of his youth. He wore a simple business suit, one that wouldn't have looked out of place on a banker or mid echelon businessman. Immediately to his right was another humanoid, a former Jiyuuian refugee now turned Lysian citizen, he to was dressed simply, a blue business suit void of any pins marking allegiance or interest. Like most hemosythetic beings he still maintained the look of youth, resembling a Sesestran midway through his twenties, a slightly organized bunch of black hair tied off in a pony tail behind his back. Finally the creature standing directly next to him softly brushed a wayward hair behind her fur covered elven ears, she was a NH-29, part of the first generation of Sesestran nekos born of parents who had formerly been slave warriors to the NMX. She effectively represented the neko population of the Sesestran colonies, her own attire a featureless black sweater with a simple business skirt.
Of course his companions gave the Professor a distinct feeling of inadequacy but then again none of them had much experience in studying and knowing alien species. Of course... being dressed like he was on his way to the lecture hall didn't help much.
The venue had been chosen some time ago, a plan put into the colonial government's playbook as a 'just in case' guide for such situations. It was a dual purpose military station orbiting the oceanic moon of Sesestra's second major colony in the Geneva Star System. Everything had been em-placed to ensure the conference's security and hopefully the comfort of those involved both Sesestran and Abwehran.
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POV: Curtis F. Daniels, Professor of Xenoculture, National University of Rodia
He was the tallest of the three he vaguely realized as he stood at the end of their little presentation, in total four had been selected to act on the behalf of the colonial government. The lean Rodian human glanced again down at his small antique mechanical watch, it had been several minutes since the vessel on the other side of the transparent metallic viewing window had docked. He had heard hushed voices from behind and to the side as technicians did their best to normalize the different pressure of the alien vessel.
The human wasn't alone in the vigil, three others stood beside him, all patiently waiting for the same event. The first was a short stout human, his face and body beginning to show the signs of aging as he had long ago passed through the time of his youth. He wore a simple business suit, one that wouldn't have looked out of place on a banker or mid echelon businessman. Immediately to his right was another humanoid, a former Jiyuuian refugee now turned Lysian citizen, he to was dressed simply, a blue business suit void of any pins marking allegiance or interest. Like most hemosythetic beings he still maintained the look of youth, resembling a Sesestran midway through his twenties, a slightly organized bunch of black hair tied off in a pony tail behind his back. Finally the creature standing directly next to him softly brushed a wayward hair behind her fur covered elven ears, she was a NH-29, part of the first generation of Sesestran nekos born of parents who had formerly been slave warriors to the NMX. She effectively represented the neko population of the Sesestran colonies, her own attire a featureless black sweater with a simple business skirt.
Of course his companions gave the Professor a distinct feeling of inadequacy but then again none of them had much experience in studying and knowing alien species. Of course... being dressed like he was on his way to the lecture hall didn't help much.