"I think that it would be a good idea to meet. I think bouncing the
information and our feelings about our research will help us with
getting a clearer outlook on our findings." He looked to Jaime to see
if she agreed.
"Sounds good to me," she said.
Chase watched his two partners as the talked. "I believe we are ready
to dive in."
Jaime nodded. To Ben, she asked, "Meet here around noon?"
Chase thought that would give him enough time to talk with the Klingons
and organize some notes afterward. "Sound perfect," he said as he
stood up to prepare to leave.
Sam picked up his coffee mug and downed the rest of his java before
wiping his mouth with his napkin. He tossed it to cover his tray.
"Good luck to both of you," he said as he stood up, picked up his tray
and left the table. He stopped by the reclamator to drop off the
remnants before heading to work.
Chase turned to look at Jaime. "I guess I will see you for lunch."
(tag?)
With that, he departed and made his way to the nearest turbolift.
After taking a moment to scan the station directory in the car, he
selected the desired deck and was on his way. The doors parted to
reveal a hallway in the diplomatic area of the station. While the rest
of the space was somewhat spartan, the hall was fairly ornate. The
entrance to each embassy was ornately decorated in the style of its
people. Some of the embassies were for foreign powers like the
Klingons while others were consulates for various Federation members.
It was quickly obvious which of the spaces was reserved for the
Klingons. Even with today's modern technology, the Klingons always
seemed to decorate with heavy use of dinginess, darkness, and rust.
Chase enterred the embassy and made his way over to the reception area.
(tag?)
Ben
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