Big Brother
Grand Confessor
Following pleasantries, Chaska said few words on the trip back to the ship. Likewise the crew said little as they were escorted from their holding room back to the ship, opting instead to move towards the ship with relative haste, though they hadn't been mistreated, the general attitude of the crew was that of eagerness to leave, to return to the relative safety of their Empire.
Once seated within the relatively comfortable confines of the Ship, Chaska found herself with a moment alone, with her adviser, he seemed to have a look of concern on his face, but had said nothing to the Minister during their foray into the Dominion vessel.
"This is madness, Minister; you and I both know the Quorum won't budge, this is a political play and you know it." He hissed, leaning over in his seat while the attendant placed two cold glasses of ambrosia on the trays in front of their seat. Taking her drink, she leaned over to him. "While we're negotiating with the Dominion, the timeframe for the attack has not changed, it will still be a few hours yet until the missiles are armed and moved into position, I'm simply taking the liberty of trying to divert what can very well be a bloody conflict." She explained, sipping her drink. "It's extremely taxing on our resources to maintain a constant state of high alert, vigilantly guarding our borders from the various malcontents this world seems to breed. The propaganda might keep the people agitated, but the war weariness has begun to set in, the constant drills, civil service announcements, the propaganda." Chaska said, trailing off.
When the diplomatic team reached the Hangar, Chaska had already settled into the ship, and thus one of the staff greeted them, and ushered them into the ship.
The vessel's interior was furnished much like any other Aschen starliner, with dark blue carpeting and seats arranged to transport many people, this was where most of Chaska's staff was seated, rather Eisehart and Panderson were led through this front compartment, past a bulkhead into Chaska's section, which was more open, furnished with plush leather chairs and tables, once inside Chaska stood to greet them.
The rest of their staff were kept in the main area of the ship, to prevent Chaska's office from being crowded, as there was ample room for all of them, Chaska's Staff would introduce themselves one by one, and once everyone was settled in, the flight crew secured the fore and aft airlocks.
Once the introductions were made, Chaska cleared her throat, and got right to business. "You're the first foreigners to set foot on an Imperial world since the new government took power, the first foreigners to set foot on Langara in what has probably been years. Do as you're instructed, and this will go smoothly." Chaska warned. "If anyone in your staff have any ulterior agendas, I want to know now before we depart, because if they're discovered, it could jeopardize these talks, and your entire group could be held accountable. The Empire publicly executes spies." Chaska added. "I won't insist your people wear inhibitors, but our security will be prepared to deal with any incidents." She explained.
"Lastly, the Quorum is a fickle mistress, if my negotiations with your superiors are any indication, this whole thing is probably a giant waste of time, but I've been wrong before." She added, lowering herself in her seat.
"Make yourselves comfortable; it's going to be a long flight."
Once seated within the relatively comfortable confines of the Ship, Chaska found herself with a moment alone, with her adviser, he seemed to have a look of concern on his face, but had said nothing to the Minister during their foray into the Dominion vessel.
"This is madness, Minister; you and I both know the Quorum won't budge, this is a political play and you know it." He hissed, leaning over in his seat while the attendant placed two cold glasses of ambrosia on the trays in front of their seat. Taking her drink, she leaned over to him. "While we're negotiating with the Dominion, the timeframe for the attack has not changed, it will still be a few hours yet until the missiles are armed and moved into position, I'm simply taking the liberty of trying to divert what can very well be a bloody conflict." She explained, sipping her drink. "It's extremely taxing on our resources to maintain a constant state of high alert, vigilantly guarding our borders from the various malcontents this world seems to breed. The propaganda might keep the people agitated, but the war weariness has begun to set in, the constant drills, civil service announcements, the propaganda." Chaska said, trailing off.
When the diplomatic team reached the Hangar, Chaska had already settled into the ship, and thus one of the staff greeted them, and ushered them into the ship.
The vessel's interior was furnished much like any other Aschen starliner, with dark blue carpeting and seats arranged to transport many people, this was where most of Chaska's staff was seated, rather Eisehart and Panderson were led through this front compartment, past a bulkhead into Chaska's section, which was more open, furnished with plush leather chairs and tables, once inside Chaska stood to greet them.
The rest of their staff were kept in the main area of the ship, to prevent Chaska's office from being crowded, as there was ample room for all of them, Chaska's Staff would introduce themselves one by one, and once everyone was settled in, the flight crew secured the fore and aft airlocks.
Once the introductions were made, Chaska cleared her throat, and got right to business. "You're the first foreigners to set foot on an Imperial world since the new government took power, the first foreigners to set foot on Langara in what has probably been years. Do as you're instructed, and this will go smoothly." Chaska warned. "If anyone in your staff have any ulterior agendas, I want to know now before we depart, because if they're discovered, it could jeopardize these talks, and your entire group could be held accountable. The Empire publicly executes spies." Chaska added. "I won't insist your people wear inhibitors, but our security will be prepared to deal with any incidents." She explained.
"Lastly, the Quorum is a fickle mistress, if my negotiations with your superiors are any indication, this whole thing is probably a giant waste of time, but I've been wrong before." She added, lowering herself in her seat.
"Make yourselves comfortable; it's going to be a long flight."