The captain says, "I'm glad you could all make it.  Some of you have been here awhile, and some of you are the ones we rescued from Volturnus."

OOC:  For the purposes of getting everyone together, those from Volturnus (Desiraye, Kri'lik, S'Krllk and Sergi) are just meeting those who were previously stationed (temporarily or otherwise) on this ship (Kuurn, Ospra, Parson and Yagrith).

The captain continues, "I asked for you here because you are currently the only ones who don't have urgent work on the ship for the repairs and smooth running of the ship.  We have been given permission to dock at Snobol.  Snobol's captain, Captain Akizk, was at first reluctant to let us board because this ship is typically used as a freighter for a company that rivals his company and he apparently has some sort of Venturi Project or what-not that he wants kept secret from rivals.  He works for the ByChem Corporation.  You probably heard of them.  I convinced him we were returning from Volturnus, where we were in battle with Sathar, and he agreed to let us land but he wouldn't let anyone deboard."

The Captain punches some buttons and a hologram appears.  "Here's a map of the system."  [OOC: I'm having a problem with my image program interface.  It's a diagram of the Venturi system that I'll try to upload from a different computer.]

"So here's a system briefing from our intel:"  He pulls up the following stats:


"So we're docking at the moon Snobol at Captain Akizk's starship "Moneyspider."  The Moneyspider is a fully operational starship, but currently serves as the base for the Venturi Project. It whirls around Snobol at the end of a long cable,
providing artificial, centrifugal gravity throughout the ship. An elevator runs along the outside of the cable between Snobol and Moneyspider.  Inside Snobol itself are docking facilities for starships, and the automated shuttlecraft that ferry personnel, supplies and unrefined chemicals to and from Jetsom.

"Jetsom is an extraction platform that floats like a hot-air balloon in the atmosphere of Venturi, supported by bags of gas heated by atomic reactors. It does not have a fixed position but is blown around by the planet's winds. It does, however, maintain a constant altitude.  Jetsom has a distillation tower that extracts crude forms of Cys-DE and Meta-TI from the atmosphere."

He finishes, "That's about all I know.  Now, I called you here because Captain Akizk has just lifted his ban on allowing our crew to leave the ship to have dinner with him tonight at 1700 hours, but he wants it to be a small number.  You fit the bill, and I'm needed here, so you get the job to go have a nice dinner with him.  Remember, don't take any weapons or specialized suits.  That'd just be plain rude.  Any questions?"
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"My whole body's a weapon," Kuurn said laughing.

S'Krllk tilts his head to the left and observes, "That must require a very large holster."

Parson smiles smugly as he looks over at S'Krllk, "Thats what she said."

"Oh how delightful, a dinner party. I shall be ready to depart at the appropriate time."


In case you need to know this is what I will be bringing with me to dinner:

Medic-CAS, Duo-Atmospheric/Geological-CAS, Duo-Fauna/Flora-CAS, Chronocom
Toxyrad Gauge, Poly-vox, Albedo Screen w/20SEU clip.

Desiraye read the printout of the system brief and keeps the copy of it for herself.  She half rolls her eyes when the Captain mentions not bringing any weapons or specialized kits with them to the ship and just smiles slyly while he finishes his briefing.  Upon hearing the other human male, Parson Chance, make his comment, she rolls her eyes all of the way around this time and says, "Men.  Another smooth talker."

Parson winks at Desiraye, "Smooth as twelve year scotch."  Then looking back to the captain, "Speaking of which, will there be an open bar?"

S'Krllk tilts his head the other way, rubs his mandibles together making a raspy noise that in some Vrusk circles is considered rude and in others complimentary, and states simply "This may be more difficult than that Sathar fence."
Then he approaches Kri'lik, "Excuse me, but I've no experience in human dining rituals. Could you help me not to look too much like a lower life form at this event?
It is obvious from his stance and tone of voice that he would rather go to the dentist than to a dinner party, which is odd considering the state of Vrusk teeth.

"Dinner party," mumbles Yagrith. "Lots of people, too much talk. Nothing logical, no computers, no robots. Bah!" When he shuffles off to his quarters to get ready for dinner, he'll grab his robcomkit and backpack. "Bet they have a robot or two over there that could use some attention" he grumbles as he gets ready.

"I'll do what I can S'Krllk. Though my knowledge in table etiquette may be near as short as yours. Mostly when I arrange knives and forks it is upon an operation table." The last part is said in such a manner that the professor's mandibles click together excessively.

Your captain says, "I think it will be an intimate affair.  Probably just the captain and a few from his ship.  As for the open bar, I couldn't say.  The captain sounds hesitant to tell me much at all, to be honest."

Rising, Parson nods to the others before turning to leave, "I love an intimate affair, I guess we had better go make ourselves beautiful."  He pauses and then looking to the others, he adds wryly, "Some of you are going to need all the time you can get."

The captain laughs, but apparently not at the jokes circulating.  "All of you have assumed Captain Akizk is human.  He is actually a Vrusk, and his crew is composed of various races.  I don't know the details. I know there is at least one Yazirian and one dralasite, and robots too.  That's another reason I thought you would make a great group to accept his invitation."

He says, looking at Desiraye, "And a human female too.  I think he is working on pretty much a skeleton crew.  Make sure you get those types of details too."
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S'Krllk casually asks the captain, "Did Akizk mention which trade house had enjoined him?"
Although not an unusual question, the manner in which S'Krllk asks suggests his interest is more than casual.

"No," the captain says, "but I suppose you can ask him when you get over there.  You have about an hour to make preparations."

Desiraye smiles at S'Krllk, "Don't worry, we'll try and keep it as painless as possible for you!"

Desiraye turns her attention past the comments of Chance to the Captain, "Umm, are we supposed to be looking for something more than just dinner and seeing what's up with this ship Captain?  Something setting off red flags for you or something?"

The captain says, "Not really.  I just want to be polite and help him in any way possible while we're here since we're his guests and here only because of his generosity.  So just try not to make any waves and get us kicked out of dock."

Desiraye smiles at the Captain, "I can do nice.  I prefer naughty but, I've had enough of that back on Volturnus.  We'll try to keep it civil sir."

"A Vrusk captain, how delightful. Things are looking better after all." Says Kri'lik with a Vrusk-like smile.

"Glad you think so Doc!  You're elected spokesman since you're so enthusiastic about meeting the other Captain and you might have some things in common," Desiraye says with a smile as she taps the Vrusk on the shoulder to show her support.

"That would be good, I'll try to remain, ummm, unobtrusive. There are those from certain trade houses that consider me, ummm, incompetent."

"Good, as long as someone else does the talking," grumbles Yagrith. "I'm not much for talk. At least not with actual living, non-metallic things."

Sergi smiles at Desiraye's comment

"I prefer you naughty too.  Still, mustn't frighten the Captain"

*Looks around the group*

"Should be an entertaining dinner.  Is it formal or casual?" 

Parson leans against a rail on the command deck as he inquires, "Their going to have real food I hope, I've never been a fan of grubs and grass."

Desiraye nods and smiles at Sergi's comment.  She looks back up to where Parson is leaning and says to him, "I'm guessing there's going to be some kind of dinner for each of our different races tastes, for lack of a better term.  If not, we'll have to try and make the best of it for our Captain here."

Desiwill return to her cabin and get ready to meet for the dinner on the other ship.