USS Dark Fire (IC)

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870607.0800

Stepping off the shuttle onto the dirt and grass. Thankfully the planet was far enough away from the stars that it wasn’t a baked dry desert planet. But the light was rather bright. Thankfully one of the suns was low in the sky from their viewpoint.

They’d landed near several other ships capable of orbital flight. But without warp capability, at least according to their sensors. But they could use a warp field technology that didn’t use.

Their ship didn’t even draw so much as a blink from the People around them, except one creature that was walking towards them, it’s blue skin and white hair setting it apart.

With his tricorder held low and in a nonthreatening manner Reeves stepped to the front, making sure The Captain was obscured from view. Just in case. Hopefully the translation program worked fast.

The alien held a tablet, or computer interface, as it chattered rapidly, it’s body language indicating it was angry. Or irritated.

“I believe he may be the Ship yard controller, Commander.” Yito said. “A Harbor Master if you’d like. He may be demanding information and payment.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
The universal translator operated through a sophisticated blend of inputs—archived speech patterns, written linguistic databases, induced psychological cues, and most critically, the neural signatures of humanoid lifeforms. It was remarkably effective across most species, though a few outliers had proven... problematic.

Today, fortunately, was not one of those days.

After a brief delay, Hora heard the translated voice of the shipyard master from her translator.

“What sector are you from, and why didn’t you file an arrival plan? AND WHAT ABOUT PAYMENT?” The speaker, a blue-skinned figure with a shock of white hair, was directing his ire at Commander Reeves.

Hora stepped in smoothly.

“Greetings. We’re explorers from a distant region of space,” she said, voice calm but diplomatic. “We weren’t aware an arrival plan was required. If you’d like, we can complete one now.”

The shipyard master narrowed their eyes.

“What about payment?”

Hora didn’t flinch. “What forms do you accept?”

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

The same nostalgia that had encountered the counselor on the last lunar trip was starting to find her yet again. She knew better than to linger far from anyone, but the temptation was there. Tightening her hands behind her back, she didn’t move a muscle and simply enjoyed the reminder that she stood on solid ground…. even if the gravity made her feel peculiar.

Hand over her eyes, she scanned those nearby, wondering how often they had visitors if they weren’t moved by their appearance. Outright attacks was a good start, but she hoped reasoning was in talks.

“Ensign,” she mumbled to Yito, “how technologically advanced do you think this civilzation might be, in comparison to us?”