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Traveller T20: Tales of the Bray Keaven [Updated 12-20-05]
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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1439034" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">As soon as the <em>Bray Keaven</em> touches down, and as Argent is completing his touchdown checklist, the crew sees a small delegation head towards the starboard passenger airlock. Three of the men and two of the women wear close–fitting fatigues with some sort of rank insignia while one of the men and one of the women wear some sort of light blue jumpsuit. None wear a biohazard suit, but all wear the filter masks required on Alief due to the ever-present fine dust.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Inside, Saro and Martha complete their discussions about the showers. Martha originally suggests the port passenger airlock for the showers, but then remembers that Darishun won’t fit in the port passenger airlock (unless he is standing on his head or tail). Thus, she suggests that the port cargo lock would work better, and Saro readily agrees.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">In passing, she asks about the 30 minutes in vacuum followed by the bleach. "Is the stuff really that tough?"</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Saro replies, "Well, probably not, but the problem is that we really don’t know at this point, so I’m inclined to be cautious."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">While they are talking, Saro quickly takes his blood samples and is so smooth that Martha doesn’t realize that he has started until she happens to glance down and sees the last tube being filled.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">-----</p><p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The Bromlians bring a set of airplane passenger stairs and set them next to the starboard passenger airlock to allow the crew to debark. Argent and Vargas look at each other as if to say "here goes nothing," and open the outer door. Blinking a bit in the late afternoon sun, they descend the stairs to the waiting Bromlians.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When they get to the bottom, the lead Bromlian — a lean, grizzled man in his 50s — nods firmly and introduces himself. "Thank you for coming. I’m General Tilshire, and I have operational command of this area. I’m glad that General Jansen," nodding to the man on his right, "got you down safely. We’re really thankful that you are here, and we were hoping that we could start unloading your cargo immediately."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Nodding to a somewhat short and plump woman with dark curls, he continues, "Major Eckels is my quartermaster. She and her crew are ready to start the unloading if you will permit us to do so."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">At this, the Major nods, "Yes sir. We have a cargo manifest through the Marquis, and my crew can get things unloaded if you’ll let us do so. If you need anything, please let me know. Your communications officer already indicated that he needed some bleach, and we’re having some delivered shortly."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">General Tilshire waits until the Major finishes and then indicates the two people in the light blue jump suits. "Doctor Warren here is one of our lead researchers, and Doctor Hays is acting as his operational assistant."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Doctor Warren, a balding man in his late 50s, eagerly pipes up. "We’re really glad that you’re here and have brought this equipment. We’ve made some progress, but this Imperial–grade equipment will really help us out. I’m sure that Doctor Hays will be able to work with Major Eckels’ soldiers to get that portable building set up as a research facility."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Once the doctor finishes, General Tilshire goes on. "I have to return to my duties, and I leave you in their good hands. Lieutenant Marks here," he indicates a sandy haired young man, "is my assistant, and please feel free to comm him you need anything that Major Eckels can not provide."</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">"And we’re glad we could help out," Argent replies. "We would like to get an idea of the current situation, if you can spare someone to brief us on where the virus has spread so far. Oh, and Major Eckels, my supply officer was hoping to talk to you about our ship’s stores, I believe. Can I point him in your direction?"</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 1439034, member: 515"] [font=Verdana][size=2]As soon as the [i]Bray Keaven[/i] touches down, and as Argent is completing his touchdown checklist, the crew sees a small delegation head towards the starboard passenger airlock. Three of the men and two of the women wear close–fitting fatigues with some sort of rank insignia while one of the men and one of the women wear some sort of light blue jumpsuit. None wear a biohazard suit, but all wear the filter masks required on Alief due to the ever-present fine dust. [center]----[/center] Inside, Saro and Martha complete their discussions about the showers. Martha originally suggests the port passenger airlock for the showers, but then remembers that Darishun won’t fit in the port passenger airlock (unless he is standing on his head or tail). Thus, she suggests that the port cargo lock would work better, and Saro readily agrees. In passing, she asks about the 30 minutes in vacuum followed by the bleach. "Is the stuff really that tough?" Saro replies, "Well, probably not, but the problem is that we really don’t know at this point, so I’m inclined to be cautious." While they are talking, Saro quickly takes his blood samples and is so smooth that Martha doesn’t realize that he has started until she happens to glance down and sees the last tube being filled. [center]-----[/center] The Bromlians bring a set of airplane passenger stairs and set them next to the starboard passenger airlock to allow the crew to debark. Argent and Vargas look at each other as if to say "here goes nothing," and open the outer door. Blinking a bit in the late afternoon sun, they descend the stairs to the waiting Bromlians. When they get to the bottom, the lead Bromlian — a lean, grizzled man in his 50s — nods firmly and introduces himself. "Thank you for coming. I’m General Tilshire, and I have operational command of this area. I’m glad that General Jansen," nodding to the man on his right, "got you down safely. We’re really thankful that you are here, and we were hoping that we could start unloading your cargo immediately." Nodding to a somewhat short and plump woman with dark curls, he continues, "Major Eckels is my quartermaster. She and her crew are ready to start the unloading if you will permit us to do so." At this, the Major nods, "Yes sir. We have a cargo manifest through the Marquis, and my crew can get things unloaded if you’ll let us do so. If you need anything, please let me know. Your communications officer already indicated that he needed some bleach, and we’re having some delivered shortly." General Tilshire waits until the Major finishes and then indicates the two people in the light blue jump suits. "Doctor Warren here is one of our lead researchers, and Doctor Hays is acting as his operational assistant." Doctor Warren, a balding man in his late 50s, eagerly pipes up. "We’re really glad that you’re here and have brought this equipment. We’ve made some progress, but this Imperial–grade equipment will really help us out. I’m sure that Doctor Hays will be able to work with Major Eckels’ soldiers to get that portable building set up as a research facility." Once the doctor finishes, General Tilshire goes on. "I have to return to my duties, and I leave you in their good hands. Lieutenant Marks here," he indicates a sandy haired young man, "is my assistant, and please feel free to comm him you need anything that Major Eckels can not provide." "And we’re glad we could help out," Argent replies. "We would like to get an idea of the current situation, if you can spare someone to brief us on where the virus has spread so far. Oh, and Major Eckels, my supply officer was hoping to talk to you about our ship’s stores, I believe. Can I point him in your direction?"[/size][/font] [/QUOTE]
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