RP Log: Incoming Dignitary
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| 2025-08-23 01:32 | |
[Viewscreen (45272)] Communications channel to Emissary Station open.
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan is sitting at his desk checking over a few padds and looks up, "Admiral. You got the the Diplomatic Corps."
Svetzvani gives a slight smile to the screen. "Jiemba, I hope you're doing well," she says brightly. "How's everything going on Emissary?"
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan replies, "Settling in nicely. Meeting all of the local sir."
"That's good. I've found the Bajorans to be a very welcoming lot," Tink says, then her smile becomes a little ironic. "But, I might be a little prejudiced, being married to one," she adds with a laugh.
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan nods, "Maybe," he glances confused at his desktop for a moment then back to the screen. "I can concur not having married one."
Tink's laugh becomes an amused chuckle, then she collects herself and gets to business. "So, I've just received word that you're likely to have a party to attend shortly," she says.
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan reponds with a head tilt, "OH? OH..that's great. They...well they who?"
Svetzvani leans her elbow on the table in front of her. "A Bajoran scientist, Tikar Rilen by name, has apparently just successfully completed a project at the Science Academy on Vulcan that should help revitalize the lands on Bajor that have been left baron by the Cardassian ore mining operations more than a century ago. If it works as advertised, it should create a massive amount of new farmland."
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan nods and says the name back to himeslf, "Tikar Rilen," he leans back. "Very Well. When can I expect her? How are we to help?"
Svetzvani grins. "Him, not her," she says. "As for when to expect him, I'm not exactly sure, but it should be soon. I'm told that a BDF detachment will be sent to pick him up from Vulcan and bring him back to Emissary for a formal reception before he goes on to Bajor." She gives Anewan a knowing look. "You'll want to help prepare the reception, as Starfleet's ranking diplomatic officer. It's important that we show our support for the step toward independent recovery that the success of this project represents."
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan nods, "Of course, we are more ceremonial support than anything," he pauses. "Tink, is he...ummm..difficult?"
Svetzvani raises her brows, then turns to her computer terminal and presses a few buttons. After a few moments of reading she says to Anewan, "His file doesn't indicate any kind of personality trait that would lead me to believe that he might be difficult to handle," she says, returning her attention to the viewscreen. "Is there something specific that you're worried..." Trailing off, Tink grins slightly. "You're remembering some encounters with other civilian scientists you've had, aren't you? Maybe one particular scientist?"
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan throws his hands up, "Got me," he smiles. Then he says, "I will make sure his homecoming is a warm one."
Svetzvani tries unsuccessfully to hide a smirk. "Keep me informed. If I'm in the area at the time, I might stop in and join the party. It's always good to have something to celebrate instead of having a fire to put out. Is there anything you need from me at the moment?"
[Viewscreen (45272)] Anewan shakes his head, "No sir. I'll see to it getting done."
"I'll talk to you soon, Jiemba," Tink says. "Call me if you need anything. Shiloh, out." She waves goodbye at the screen, then disconnects the call.
[Viewscreen (45272)] Connection to Emissary Station terminated.