Greeting the Delegates

Posted on Wed Jun 16th, 2010 @ 12:02pm by Captain Benjamin Byrne

Mission: Metronian Diplomacy
Location: USS Endeavour - Transporter Room
Timeline: MD27 1038hrs
Tags: delgation, transport, VIP, obrinkahn, arktina

As Byrne stepped into the transporter room, he fought to push back another wave of sickness. The medication he had taken from Doctor Ogino had apparently started to wear off, and he made a mental note to go and see her for some more as soon as he was able. For now though, he had to suppress the feelings that the illness brought up, and conduct their delegates to their quarters. He had decided to take things slowly, in account of his own physical condition. He would start them off by getting them used to their surroundings, and used to the knowledge that they were surrounded by people who would prevent them from ripping each other's throats out. Then he would bring them together to start talks.

Looking up at the transporter chief, he received a nod along with the verbal confirmation. "The Arktina delegates have signalled they are ready to come aboard, Captain."

"Very good. Energise." Benjamin watched as the three Arktina - two faces he only knew through the skimming he had done over the away teams reports, and a third whom he recognised as the military officer he had first spoken with - materialised in blue glows of energy. The look of awe on their faces wasn't quite hidden completely, and Benjamin remembered how the reports had stated that both the Arktina and the Obrinkahn lacked working transporter technology, though they each had their own research teams working diligently on the problem. Currently, neither had managed to even design a working prototype - not even for the transport of a singular atom, let alone a complex life form.

"Delegates," Ben said, as warmly as he could in the tone he reserved for diplomats - a tone he was not used to practising. "Please, if you would step off the transporter pad, we can beam aboard the Obrinkahn delegates."

The three Arktina stepped off the pads slowly, their feet touching the carpeted deck almost cautiously. "Tell me, Commander," the military officer was the one who spoke. "How does this... 'beaming' of yours work again?"

"The basic principle is simple, even if the actual process is rather complex. Essentially, the computer scans your bodies on a quantum level, and stores the data in the molecular imaging scanner. Simultaneously, your body is broken down to subatomic particles, and which are stored in the pattern buffer. Then the transporter simply reassembles you exactly as you were when you were de-materialised."

The General shuddered involuntarily at the thought, mumbling something about being taken apart like a jig-hara by a computer. The words he spoke were low enough however that Benjamin instead concentrated on the sound of the transporter pad once again powering up, as it materialised the Obrinkahn delegation aboard. Byrne corrected himself upon seeing the two individuals who had beamed aboard; the Obrinkahn commander and what looked like an armed bodyguard could hardly be classed an official delegation. He held up his hand as politely as he could manage before the commander stepped off the transporter pad. "I'm afraid your accomplices weapon will have to be confiscated, sir," he said. "The security detachment aboard the Endeavour will be more than sufficient to ensure the safety of both parties."

With an unsatisfied grunt, the Obrinkahn motioned to his guard, who handed over his rifle to the starfleet security officer who had stepped forward from the edge of the room to take it. "Thank you," Byrne said. "Now, if you would follow me, I will show you to your quarters." He gave a slight nod to the security guards stationed in the transporter room, indicating that they should follow. Two of the three fell into place between the groups, keeping the Arktina - who walked just behind Benjamin - separate from the Obrinkahn, with he final officer - the one who held the Obrinkahn rifle - bringing up the rear, and ensuring that nobody felt the need to go wandering off around the ship.

Leading them through the ship, Byrne noted with satisfaction how the transporter room and the VIP quarters were both housed on the same deck - he doubted that tensions could be kept low if they had all had to squash into a turbolift or jeffries tube. He showed each delegation to their assigned quarters quickly, explaining briefly the amenities such as the replicators that were within the rooms for them, before moving on to the next set of quarters. As the door to the final set of quarters shut behind its temporary occupant, Benjamin sighed with visible relief. Nodding to the final remaining security guard to take up his place at the door, he began making his way directly for the turbolift. It had been a struggle to ignore his growing stomach pains, and now it was time to put them to rest again.

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Commander Benjamin J. Byrne
Commanding Officer
USS Endeavour NCC-86105