Diplomatic Reception Part 1
Arriving at the Transporter Room 3, a row of honor guards from Security stand outside of the room. Entering the room, it is a little crowded with the senior officers all in dress uniforms. Chief Nakamura stands ready at the transporter controls waiting for a signal to start transport from the Commodore. Lt. Srosski towers over the Commodore, standing just behind her as her personal bodyguard.
Lt. Elbrun holds a datapad in front of him, conferring with the Commodore. Kristine lets out a low growl followed by an a extended grunt. Once she is finished, she looks back expectantly at Lt. Srosski, as he slowly moves his head back and forth, and then he recites the corrected version of the phrase again. Kristine seems disappointed and then tries again while waiting for the rest of the reception committee to arrive. Within a few minutes, she is able to closely replicate the sounds made by Lt. Srosski.
"Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen, Let's get this show on the road.", states the Commodore as she starts arranging the reception line of the senior officers by their commissioned rank. The strangest thing is that Commander Cherok is not here.
"Commodore, the bridge is reporting that the diplomatic party is ready to beam aboard", states Chief Nakamura from his console.
Slowly moving to just in front of the Transporter pad, she pulls on her jacket to try to make it more comfortable. "Energize, Chief."
Within seconds the transporter beams light up the room, as a total of eight Gorn and a human female, which is quickly remembered as Ensign Kirk from Admiral Mendez's briefing.
Upon looking at the Gorn, most of them stand just above eight feet tall. There are five larger Gorn that have weapons and seem to surround the three Gorn in the center of the transporter pad.
Looking at the three Gorn in the center of the pad. The one that seems to stand out must be the diplomat, with two aides that stand behind him. Upon a grunt from this elder Gorn, the old one moves forward to stand in front of the Commodore. His scales have dulled with age, but his eyes seem alight with intelligence. (OOC: This is the Gorn Diplomat S'slee.)
The Gorn standing just behind and to the right of the diplomat, has a ragged scar across his neck and throat. (OOC: This is the diplomatic aide Slas'sarn.) His face shows no emotion as he follows the diplomat down the steps of the transporter pad.
The Gorn standing just behind and to the left of the diplomat looks like a normal gorn, but his attitude seems to be different than the diplomat. His mouth, filled with overly sharp teeth, seems almost to sneer in disgust, then moves back to where no emotion can be defined. (OOC: This is the diplomatic aide Gris'lass.)
As the diplomat moves forward to speak with the Commodore, the young ensign that accompanied them moves forward and speaks a few words in grunt and growls, while her hand moves toward the Commodore in a sweeping motion.
"Commodore Rardon, may I present to you, S'slee of the Clan Blackscales. Hero of Molborn V. Vanquisher of the Vascal. Master of the First Fleet."
In reply, the Commodore repeats the grunts and growls that she learned a few minutes earlier. S'slee looks a little shocked for a moment.
"Commodore, it is a pleasssure to be greeted in my tongue, but it might be better for all of your crew if we make our introductionssss in your Federation tongue."
As S'slee turns towards his right, "This is my counsel, Slas'sarn. He is, how do you say it? My right hand?", as he looks back to Ensign Kirk and sees her slight nod.
He then turns back and towards his left "This is my aide, Gris'lass.", he looks back towards the Commodore and says "He is still not that long out of the shell, and is a bit impatient. Hopefully, you will not think all of our people like him, but he is essential to my work."
