NationStates Jolt Archive

Keirn've sighed and continued to pilot the small shuttle. He figured it would only be a matter of time before they were haled by the Alphashra. The sight of the ship did give him pause since it was the first time he has actually seen it. "Impressive."

Sabriel shrugs. "It is pretty, but I prefer 1072."

Keirn've looked puzzled. "1072?"

"KLZ-1072; the ship I serve aboard. I am a Senmon, a department head. My presence on the Alphashra was only for this mission. I will be returning to my regular assignment shortly after its completion."

Keirn've nodded with a small grin. "I see. Then I imagine that you will be happy to return to your own ship and crew."

She looks relieved as she says it, as if already anticipating being back among her crewmates. "Very."

Keirn've smiled knowingly. "I'm sure it will be nice being among your own people again and what you are acustomed to."

Sabriel replies with an edge of defensiveness. "Some make diplomacy their profession. I am a military officer."

Keirn've didn't back down in the least. "I said nothing about your profession. I was only referring to what you are accustomed to. Your are a military officer so your ship and crew are what would make you feel comfortable. Then there are those that enjoy the political realm more than they would a battlefield."

He only shrugged. "Whatever makes one comfortable. All I know is that I would feel out of place as a civillian. I was not created to be a merchant or such other citizen. The military is where I will stay though I will more than likely miss out on the other two aspects of experiencing an Abh's life to the fullest."

Sabriel crosses her arms and is sient, a silence which she maintains for the rest of the trip. The shuttle is docked and she releases her securements. Before moving to the umbilical she faces Kiern've, executing a deep bow. "I thank you for your hospitality."

Keirn've returns the bow. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

"Vo Keirn've," she says, then gathers her bag and enters the umbilical connecting the shuttle to the Alphashra.

As Dorathy makes her way up the tube, Dorathy gains access to the inner airlock where the bomowas is waiting with the outgoing visitors. She strides quickly up to Samson and bows deeply, bringing her hands around from behind her back to present Samson with a clean, neatly folded white cloth: a handkerchief. "I was worried that I would be late. I sorry to your old cloth. Please take this." She remains bowed, looking like an apologetic schoolgirl with her hands stretched out before her in offering. It is an image that tempts the term 'adorable,' but anyone who knows Dorathy would never tell her so.

Keirn've makes sure the shuttle is secured and that all systems are normal for him to leave. He then picks his way to the back of the shuttle and enters umbilical to pick up a few more passengers.

Samson is a bit shocked. He didn't really expect this from Dorathy but he finally remembered himself and took the cloth. "Thank you Dorathy. Do not let what happened to my other cloth worry you. This is a good replacement." He returned with a polite bow.

Keirn've is blocked about halfway up by the Alphashra's hull seal as Sabriel opens the inner airlock, unaware that her instructor wished to follow. Lowe assists her, taking her bag and offering his hand as she gains her footing on the deck. While this process is going on, Dorathy straightens and steps back, taking up a new position by the door, now sealed along with the outer airlock to maintain the integrity of the room. Lowe finishes helping Sabriel and goes to the control panel, calling for the same scan he had run when his guests came aboard and sealing the door and both airlocks. While that scan is executing, he returns his attention to Jinto, Lafiel and Samson. He bows shortly to them. "I wish to thank you once more for agreeing to spend this time with us. Before you go, I must ask that you return to me the communicators and watches you were issued at the beginning of this mission, along with any other pieces of technology you may have obtained during your stay here."

Keirn've is taken a little aback by the door closing and locking on him. It wasn't exactly something he had expected. "Well this isn't good. Seems I tried to get through the door without knocking first." If he was being scanned, they wouldn't find any weapon on him.

The three return a polite bow to Lowe and begin taking off their communicators and watches. Lafiel was the diplomatic one and thus the spokesman for the group at this time. "Thank you for your hospitality. It shall not be forgotten."

Lowe takes the devices and manages to stow them all away in his hip pockets, though it looks rather ridiculous. He goes back to the access terminal and reads it. Apparently satisfied with the results of the scanning he presses a button that opens the inner airlock and returns once more to the departing trio. "I hereby clear you for disembarking. Best wishes for your happiness." The admiral raises his right foot to the side and clicks it into place beside his left, simultaneously bringing his right hand to his chest in a tight fist; the Xanthalian salute. Dorathy follows suit from her position at the door, followed closely by Sabriel, unfamiliar with the language but not slow to take a hint. The three Xanthalians stay in that posture, Lowe facing Lafiel, Dorathy facing Samson and Sabriel, solely for balance, facing Jinto.

The three click their heels without raising their feet as is typical of the Abh but instead of giving their own salute, they give that of their hostess which also happens to be the same salute of D'Hara. "I thank you again."

The three turn to leave to head back down the umbelical where a patient Keirn've was waiting.

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Excellent. Thank you for your participation here Abh, I couldn't have done it without you. A singular cooperative effort among two aspiring roleplayers. This game is concluded.