Parkes nodded and started shuffling towards the atrium.
Demesa collected her gun from the Pope, holstered it and started bouncing along behind Parkes.
Their escort followed.
Parkes sat down at a far table near the windows, with Demesa leaning against a wall, acting as an intermediary. The Templar escort picked another table nearby.
A pilgrim liner moved in slowly, manoeuvring itself in to the mooring arms. It came close, positioning thrusters making the minute manoeuvres to bring it steady. The soft thump as it touched into the arm, and the docking clamps fixed on, holding it in position and ensuring the airtight seal.
The air-lock opened, Joseph Wolf stepping out. A large man, very tall and "well-built", almost imposing to some people. He wore a full combat armour set, coloured a kind of yellow brown, with a kind of cape type thing hanging from his shoulders, flowing to his feet. Perhaps it was a ceremonial thing? Who knew, but he was flanked by two guards wearing the same kind of armour, but this was black, and had a full face helmet.
Joseph stepped forward, shaking the Templars hand, and throwing his left arm out to the side, indicating he lead on.
As they walked he spoke for the first time since boarding the station. He could see they where approaching the reception area, so he thought is best to warn his men now.
Okay Guardians. Eyes front. You need to stay sharp here. These men and women are highly religious. This is a diplomatic meeting as well, so keep your arms to yourself, don't touch anything unless invited to do so, and keep your mouths shut. I'll do the talking today, as today we represent all the runners, our families back home. Understand boys?
they both mumbled a quick "yes sir" and "aye sir". By the time they had finished they had reached the desk
Good morning sir. Councilman Joseph Wolf of the Solar Runners reporting. I must request you take my weapons for safe-keeping though. This may not be your holiest of stations, as I understand it at least, so do correct me if I'm wrong, but this is still a place of peace. A place for those who follow Eris, as I seem to remember from the files I could find on the neural net. The Guardians have a rifle each, as well as a sidearm.
they placed their weapons on the desk. Joseph then proceeded to remove his own weapons, unclipping a Katana, including the holster, from his back. Two batons that looked modified in some way, and lastly a pistol, ornately carved from wood, yet still heavy from the metal components inside
Please do take care of them for us. I'm sure your Templars are more than capable, and if push comes to shove and it's found entirely nessacery, we can look after ourselves. But what am I saying? This is a peaceful meeting! There should, in theory, be no need for any violence of any kind.
*laughs*
Listen to me rambling on. Is there a bar here? Perhaps I can have a little drink before we get started?
Whatever it was the Jeremy was expecting, it was certainly not this.
The hangar was decorated with propaganda like posters about praising Eris and the temple guards looked medieval.
The gathering of different Zoners was a sight, not one he particularly enjoyed, but a sight none the less.
Jeremy approaches the receptionist and wastes little time entering, not even saying farewell or goodbye. The Biodome was certainly magnificent, though. Natural light poured through the glass and radiated the dome in a clean sense of serenity.
If weren't for the mass crowd of people, he may have actually enjoyed the sight. Maybe.
He took his position away from the amass of people, perhaps hoping someone decent would talk to him.
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Doc found his way to where the meeting was taking place. Seeing the media there made him groan with extreme displeasure as it was them who often divulged things that shouldn't be known to all the wrong people. He shot them a dirty look and asked in a very snide way, "Oh great. Who requested your presence?" He just ignored them from there out.
Most hadn't seen Doc in awhile. He wasn't his pleasant, diplomatic self. He wasn't happy with Pope Skarsi but kept it to himself for now and Doc was alone, no escort, no significant other, nothing. He found himself a glass of wine and finally a familiar face, his old friend Matok.
The two men shook hands and exchanged greetings in the old warrior's tongue. They, as they so often did, stayed towards the back of things and spoke quietly as they viewed the guests walking about. They would eventually toast over a glass of Blood Wine together.
A Conference-class gunboat was approaching Shasta, escorted by four Eagle fighters. As the ship got docking permission and maneuvered towards a mooring port, the escorts broke off and headed towards the docking bays.
As the ship's docking collar extended and connected with the station, Marie Nemesis, the Director of Operations for OSI, got off her ship and onto the station. The docking bay was extremely busy, full of arriving ships from the representatives attending the summit. Out of the window, she could see quite a few larger vessels as well, including a Pilgrim Liner.
As she stepped out of the corridor, surrounded by her bodyguards, she turned her head, waiting for other people, still inside the ship.
From the shadows of the ship strolled one of the people Marie was waiting for, an OSI advisor who like Marie was born and bred in Gallia.
Unassuming in statue but with an Eagle-like steel behind the eyes he quickly glanced around, "busy and full of people" he thought to himself, "one of the reasons I ended up classed as a Zoner, people can be hell", That outlook and his birthright probably accounting for the fact he recognised nobody except those that had just left the OSI ship.
Still eager to see what was on offer he quickly caught up to Marie and fell in between her and her bodyguards, with a final mental note "must remember to get some proper wine shipped in, this could be an interesting few days".
Isaac strolled towards Marie from behind, noting how busy the flight-deck was. He grinned widely, finally some perks to his new position. "So boss, any clues as to why this whole circus has been put together.." he drifted off for a moment then said to himself "I wonder if there is an open bar"
After a few hours working on the engine of his spaceship, Dankien finally returns to the cokpit. "Ok... let's see if the navigation module is repaired..."
After what, Dankien enters some data in the computer and launch the jumping sequence. Nothing seems to happen when suddenly: "Yeah... not bad, I just hope the data were correct."
After a few minutes the jump is complete.
"So where are we..." "Yep, according to the main star, it is Baffin system. Shasta must be in orbit of one of these planet"
Finally Dankien finds his way to Shasta and contact the station before docking. "Greetings Shasta, this is zoner Dankien Moebus. I am attending the zoner summit. I am requesting authorization to dock." "Greetings Captain Moebus, this is Shasta Orbital Skyhook. You are welcome and authorized to dock. Please proceed to gate 3."
After docking, and parking his ship, Dankien prepares himself to the summit. Changing clothes, wearing a classic gray suit with light armor included. Taking a laser blaster, a hunting knife and a mono-filament whip.
Thinking:"This may look offensive... but we never know. I still remember some people who would like to see me in a body bag. Even after all this time... a couple of year for sure. I don't really think anybody will remember me. Or maybe some leaders like Doc Holliday, if he is still alive. Anyway I am curious to meet the zoner community again. And what about Gallia? Something new?"
Then, Dankien meets the TAZ welcoming staff.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Character description:Dankien is slowly reaching the 40 years. Medium body but athletic, he behave quietly. Actually, it may be hard to know what he truly thinks when discussing with him since his voice and body do not really show any emotion but a small smile. Nevertheless, Dankien looks peaceful and relaxed.Full bio here.
After what seemd to be her old friend , the real it was just a woman who was looks almost the same as Rachel.
"Excuse me!"Said she and then looked embresed at the escort.
"Well for now i think we sould go to the bar, maybe i could find some familliar faces, so please lead the way" The escort just noded and did not spoke.So after again a long walk thought out the coridors of the Skyhook, she who how;s feet were asking for mercy arrvied at the bar, and the only thing she thought about it to sit a table; Have a drink and maybe find a friend to discuss.
The bar was cozy and you could feel ca cold breez comming you way.She then went straight to the bar and there ahandsome bartender asked:
"What to be ma;ma?"And winked.
"Hummm...Well i would love to drink something , like"She stutters" a cocktail, if possible"
Then the barman leans forward and garbs a small booklet and hends it to her with no futher words. I was the list of drinks, a lot quite and she was concerned if she would have the time to taste them all.
"Hey i would love a Freedom Day , please"
"On it's way"sed him and then slinding across thebar and grabing some ingrediants.After cuple of minute while she looked around her.
"Ok here it is" And he handed her the glass.She winked and took the glass , payed and then gone in the back of the abr and put her feet on a table and enjoyed her drink in total serenity.
Matok met up with Doc towards the back of the gathering. Shaking hands, the chatted over drinks as they surveyed who was about.
Matok was familiar with the delegation from OSI as he pointed them out. Most others he wasn't too sure about.
Matok exchanged a joke with Doc and both men let out a laugh. Neither liked Gallics or even Bretonians for that matter but as with others, they tolerated them at best. For the moment, they were visible to other guests even if they were staying towards the back.