Silence
Anonymous Me
@Missvibes
Stetzon stood just inside the front doors of the building and signed into the portal with his identification code. The doors slid open and he stepped inside. Red dust covered the entryway carpet and he could wipe his shoes off on it, but that wouldn’t really do any good. It would just kick up more sand. Didn’t matter how many times they cleaned the rug in a day, it was just a disaster waiting to happen after about 20 people walked through the door. Some of the sand was thick, like a clay and other parts of it fluffed everywhere in a fine little grains.
Sliding into his station Stetzon unlocked his work pad and started to look through the notifications. There was one that blinked urgent and he rolled his eyes. More than likely it was another one of those stupid dealers trying to get off Quoti. Those dealers were just sore losers. It was too bad they lost the war, but they needed to let it be. There were new Elders now and the planet was finally at peace.
Instead of the usual arms deal that could result in a potential uprising it turned out to be something highly alarming. Some of the arms dealers had actually made it off Quoti and out of the immediate system. Who knew what sort of trouble they’d make now. Some of these cases got passed to everyone in the department, just so they would know what was going on if they got called for backup, but this time Stetzon was listed as the guy on lead. At the end of the short brief his calendar auto populated meetings, further debriefing, and assigned him an assistant to ensure that he got proper flights to Earth. He’d never been as far as Earth and he wasn’t even sure what to expect. Already he was starting to wonder a little bit about it. Earth was typically considered restricted. Many other planets knew about each other and the existence of other species, but Earth was odd. There were strict rules about blending and not causing alarm and panic among the humans. This was going to require a whole 3 days of training. Typically he would be leaving by the afternoon on a flight and especially for something so emergent, but he had to train to be sure he would not be alarming to the human race. The first part of the debriefing was set to start in only half an hour. Stetzon sighed and collected his bag. It was time to go again.
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Northwest United States Earth Territory Office of Inter-galactic Affairs,
There was a report sent to Quoti some weeks ago. There is a dangerous criminal of Chippequoti origins in the Northwest Territory Office’s district. Please be advised that we are sending an arms specialist to deal with this case. Our specialist has been properly debriefed for the mission. Included is his name, height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, and Inter-Galactic Police Number.
Name: Stetzon Silver-Bear Octova 81 of Julius
Height: Average / 6’9”
Build: Athletic
Weight: 400lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Inter-Galactic Police Number: 29530000046261
Please pass this information on to the officer that will be overseeing the case. All of our officers are of the highest quality, training, and we, the Elders invest the power in the Chief Counsel of the Illegal Arms Dealing Office of Quoti to deploy officers as needed to deal with criminals in their range of specialty. Any Officer of Quoti will carry their papers and qualifications with them at all times. They are to be ready for inspection at your request.
With high regards,
Chief Counsel of the Illegal Arms Dealing Office of Quoti & the Elders of the Chippequoti.
The letter was brief and it contained only the bare minimum of detail. Looking over the letter the chief decided to deliver it by hand to his investigator. Illegal arms dealing sounded like it was a little out of the usual field agent’s job description. Setting the copy of the letter down on the desk the boss grinned. “They encrypted it, couldn’t be forwarded to anyone. So….A little different story than usual. You might like a change of pace. By the way, we don’t even have record of hosting a Chippequoti in this office before. You’ll be the first lucky one.” With a tap of their finger on the letter they nodded their head and started back for their office again. This was the investigator’s problem now.
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The outer station that made the first check was about average. Stetzon found that this particular station had small pods though. He didn’t have a pinch of fat on him, and yet he was squished into the little pod headed for earth. They were going to drop him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Couldn’t be having people see him land in a pod. People on Earth were very odd that way. Even after his additional training Stetzon couldn’t say that he felt prepared to land on Earth.
Aside from room inside the pod, it also lacked comfortable seats. Stetzon’s knees were almost to his chin, his shoulders were pressed on either side of his seat and the buckles dug in. By the time he landed he felt a little stiff. Pushing the door open to the miniature capsule he groaned and started to wiggle his way out of it. Reaching behind the seat he grabbed his pack and then followed the agent sent to pick him up.
Stetzon’s jaw dropped when he saw a very outdated piece of machinery, but he quickly closed his mouth again. He wasn’t really supposed to say anything about their technology. Sliding into the front seat of the car he started to sit up straight and instead hit his head on the ceiling of the vehicle. If this was how small all the people of Earth were he wondered if his feet would hang off their beds. More than likely.
At long last he arrived at the office where he would receive his next level of debriefing for his deployment on Earth. Stepping into the small room that appeared something like a child’s school room he pulled one of the chairs out and sat down on it. A loud creak sounded as the chair protested his weight and Stetzon narrowed his eyes slightly. He wondered if that chair would hold him up. Resting his big brown hands on the small desk he tapped his fingers absent mindedly while looking around the room. It was plain, small and lacking interest. It looked to be about right for a debriefing room. Now all he had to do was wait for the officer that would be monitoring his activity to show up, or whoever did the debriefing.
Stetzon stood just inside the front doors of the building and signed into the portal with his identification code. The doors slid open and he stepped inside. Red dust covered the entryway carpet and he could wipe his shoes off on it, but that wouldn’t really do any good. It would just kick up more sand. Didn’t matter how many times they cleaned the rug in a day, it was just a disaster waiting to happen after about 20 people walked through the door. Some of the sand was thick, like a clay and other parts of it fluffed everywhere in a fine little grains.
Sliding into his station Stetzon unlocked his work pad and started to look through the notifications. There was one that blinked urgent and he rolled his eyes. More than likely it was another one of those stupid dealers trying to get off Quoti. Those dealers were just sore losers. It was too bad they lost the war, but they needed to let it be. There were new Elders now and the planet was finally at peace.
Instead of the usual arms deal that could result in a potential uprising it turned out to be something highly alarming. Some of the arms dealers had actually made it off Quoti and out of the immediate system. Who knew what sort of trouble they’d make now. Some of these cases got passed to everyone in the department, just so they would know what was going on if they got called for backup, but this time Stetzon was listed as the guy on lead. At the end of the short brief his calendar auto populated meetings, further debriefing, and assigned him an assistant to ensure that he got proper flights to Earth. He’d never been as far as Earth and he wasn’t even sure what to expect. Already he was starting to wonder a little bit about it. Earth was typically considered restricted. Many other planets knew about each other and the existence of other species, but Earth was odd. There were strict rules about blending and not causing alarm and panic among the humans. This was going to require a whole 3 days of training. Typically he would be leaving by the afternoon on a flight and especially for something so emergent, but he had to train to be sure he would not be alarming to the human race. The first part of the debriefing was set to start in only half an hour. Stetzon sighed and collected his bag. It was time to go again.
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Northwest United States Earth Territory Office of Inter-galactic Affairs,
There was a report sent to Quoti some weeks ago. There is a dangerous criminal of Chippequoti origins in the Northwest Territory Office’s district. Please be advised that we are sending an arms specialist to deal with this case. Our specialist has been properly debriefed for the mission. Included is his name, height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, and Inter-Galactic Police Number.
Name: Stetzon Silver-Bear Octova 81 of Julius
Height: Average / 6’9”
Build: Athletic
Weight: 400lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Inter-Galactic Police Number: 29530000046261
Please pass this information on to the officer that will be overseeing the case. All of our officers are of the highest quality, training, and we, the Elders invest the power in the Chief Counsel of the Illegal Arms Dealing Office of Quoti to deploy officers as needed to deal with criminals in their range of specialty. Any Officer of Quoti will carry their papers and qualifications with them at all times. They are to be ready for inspection at your request.
With high regards,
Chief Counsel of the Illegal Arms Dealing Office of Quoti & the Elders of the Chippequoti.
The letter was brief and it contained only the bare minimum of detail. Looking over the letter the chief decided to deliver it by hand to his investigator. Illegal arms dealing sounded like it was a little out of the usual field agent’s job description. Setting the copy of the letter down on the desk the boss grinned. “They encrypted it, couldn’t be forwarded to anyone. So….A little different story than usual. You might like a change of pace. By the way, we don’t even have record of hosting a Chippequoti in this office before. You’ll be the first lucky one.” With a tap of their finger on the letter they nodded their head and started back for their office again. This was the investigator’s problem now.
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The outer station that made the first check was about average. Stetzon found that this particular station had small pods though. He didn’t have a pinch of fat on him, and yet he was squished into the little pod headed for earth. They were going to drop him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Couldn’t be having people see him land in a pod. People on Earth were very odd that way. Even after his additional training Stetzon couldn’t say that he felt prepared to land on Earth.
Aside from room inside the pod, it also lacked comfortable seats. Stetzon’s knees were almost to his chin, his shoulders were pressed on either side of his seat and the buckles dug in. By the time he landed he felt a little stiff. Pushing the door open to the miniature capsule he groaned and started to wiggle his way out of it. Reaching behind the seat he grabbed his pack and then followed the agent sent to pick him up.
Stetzon’s jaw dropped when he saw a very outdated piece of machinery, but he quickly closed his mouth again. He wasn’t really supposed to say anything about their technology. Sliding into the front seat of the car he started to sit up straight and instead hit his head on the ceiling of the vehicle. If this was how small all the people of Earth were he wondered if his feet would hang off their beds. More than likely.
At long last he arrived at the office where he would receive his next level of debriefing for his deployment on Earth. Stepping into the small room that appeared something like a child’s school room he pulled one of the chairs out and sat down on it. A loud creak sounded as the chair protested his weight and Stetzon narrowed his eyes slightly. He wondered if that chair would hold him up. Resting his big brown hands on the small desk he tapped his fingers absent mindedly while looking around the room. It was plain, small and lacking interest. It looked to be about right for a debriefing room. Now all he had to do was wait for the officer that would be monitoring his activity to show up, or whoever did the debriefing.