>
>"That would be very acceptable," replied Dais. He had not been expecting
a
>meeting so quickly. He had thought the Venasians would push off the
>meeting as much as was feasable.
Even as the receptionist was taking down their ID information, a door opened to the
side of the reception desk and another Venasian female gracefully stepped through.
Like the receptionist, this Venasian had that odd, timeless appearance. She looked
like she could be anywhere from 20 to a
thousand years old. The Venasian diplomatic uniform - robes of Venasian silk - was
unchanged. "If you'll follow me," she invited.
Once through the doors, they came to a security area. Two security guards
flanked the doors, one monitored the traffic through the area, and two kept watch from
an observation window above. Their guide held out a security box. "I must ask that
you relinquish your sidearms throughout your visit with us."
Commander Lasiter was not too happy about this, but it was Dais' decision to make. He
gave him a weary look to show his uneasiness.
"May we proceed with the security scan? It ensures no explosives, weapons, or toxic
chemicals are brought into the Annex."
(response)
<Assuming yes...> Once through, the guide led them to a Venasian tea room.
"Secretary V'nquera will be with you in a few minutes. Please make yourself
comfortable. I will have refreshment brought to you."
(response)
Even as the woman left, her robes whispering softly behind her, another Venasian
appeared- this time a man, with that same strange agelessness, bearing a tray. On it
was a jug of something that looked like lemonade and some glasses, as well as some
Pacifican fruits and cheeses. "A popular Pacifican drink," he explained as he set the
tray down, "It is made from
one of their native citruses. I understand humans enjoy it."
Sam declined the fruit, but accepted some of the fruit drink. He had had this one
before, although from a replicator, and had enjoyed it.
{folks...}
*****
Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
