Log:Guild Expedition, Scene 3

Guild Expedition 2016/05/03 	 Torus Dorian Robe Star Girl Rei Psyn Sapphire

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Dorian(#2348POeACF?)

This man stands about five and a half feet tall, and is moderately good looking. He has blue eyes...brown hair cut into a crew cut, and a goatee.

He's currently wearing a standard regulation navy blue Starguard Gamma uniform with a grey inset stripe down the left side of the torso and a Starguard logo on the upper right side. The rank on the shoulder identifies him as a Commander. It's a far cry from his normal relatively casual mode of dress.

The interior of the Takaga Explorer is relatively spacious. What would be a normal exploration vessel has been outfitted to feel like a cruise liner for the diplomatic mission to the Guild. As a result, it feels much warmer than it might have otherwise. Aboard there are twenty crew members, twenty scientists, ten stewards, and a diplomatic staff of about twenty.

That's in addition to the Starguard Gamma contingent and Captain Tamli Yosho.

Starguard Gamma has been tasked with making contact with the Guild proper, rather than the cartel that had been posing as the Guild on Earth for years. To that end, the Takaga Corporation has donated the use of the Takaga Explorer to make the trip. The ship should be able to make the journey in a matter of days, much faster than the speed of light. Dorian Perrault, aka Spirit, has assembled a team to accompany the mission just in case there may be issues along the way. Prior contact with the Guild has been fraught with peril, after all...

Dorian leads the team on board the ship, "...as you can see, the Takaga Corporation has done a great job. They're refit the ship to SG's specs, too. We've had a couple of weapons added on hardpoints, and we've converted some of the science sections for diplomatic use. It will feel more like a cruise than being about a naval vessel."

The ship's mess deck has been cleared of tables and chairs to host the formal reception welcoming the diplomatuic mission and aides. There are Japanese drummers pounding on large drums at one end and a buffet with everything from Sushi to Burgers at the other. Uniformed stewards are circulating with trays of drinks. Everyone who's anyone has been invited. The Mayor. Senator Clay Wilson. Rei Takaga is in the reception line greeting arrivals as they appear along to the captain and other senior ship officers.

Dorian smiles and looks to the team, "Given the...type of mission, a bit of pomp and circumstance was requested. Feel free to mingle and settle in."

Rei bows to each arrivee as they pass in front of her and introduces to them the ship's captain, Tamli Yosho, and the chief science offier, Dr. Donald Fogg.

The ship's mess deck has been cleared of tables and chairs to host the formal reception welcoming the diplomatuic mission and aides. There are Japanese drummers pounding on large drums at one end and a buffet with everything from Sushi to Burgers at the other. Uniformed stewards are circulating with trays of drinks. Everyone who's anyone has been invited. The Mayor. Senator Clay Wilson. Rei Takaga is in the reception line greeting arrivals as they appear along to the captain and other senior ship officers.'

Dorian bows to Rei, the Captain and the science officer. "Thank you again for the use of your ship."

Star Girl bows in response to Rei and to the captain, remembering how Sukeban taught her to do it. "Yes, thank you." After she straightens, she says. "I'm Star Girl, please to meet you." She nods in greeting the to doctor as well.

Psyn nods and isn't all that good with the mingling part, after all she is probably the youngest person on the ship, and she had to get special permission from her aunt to do it, boy that was a long talk, explaining to her aunt that she was a superhero. She shakes her head and then takes a deep breath as she moves in and smiles. She is happy to be here and hopes that she can be of some help. She dips her head to Rei and smiles, "Hello and thank you, I am Psyn." she offers just in case they don't know, good to let people know who you are.

Rei bows again to Dorian, "It is a privilege to assist Starguard." she says formally. And then whispers, "Seriously. Yushio recalls with much gratitude the assistance she received from Starguard while she was here. There is a debt to repay and this small gesture is but a part repayment."

The Torus is on site, and monitoring the festivities for the sake of historical accuracy.

He finds the pomp and extravagance unnecessary, but his time amongst the 'Old-Style' humans has at least educated him on why they deem it necessary & prudent.

To keep The Torus' interests covered, it has taken the form of a hovering camera drone, that has been following Robe closely.

For those familiar with The Torus, they should dismiss the drone as standard fare, and most certainly NOT The Torus- because everyone knows The Torus only does black.

It says nothing, keeping its 'head down' until take off- so it can make its presence known to those with clearance for mission details.

Dorian smiles to Rei, "It is still very generous. Please thank her again for me."

Grimm just offers a wave, more than a little overcome with the amount of pomp and circumstance for what she thought was a simple away mission. Maybe she should've had Malcolm teach her more on ettiquete instead of focusing on zero g training...

Dorian notices the district attorney, Richard Chamberlain, and walks over to him. The two shake hands and speak quietly. Clearly they're friends.

A quite tall robed figure takes his place in receiving line with Torus at his shoulder. He murmurs polite greetings in what sounds very much like Scandanavian accented English. When Rei bows to him, he returns it with his had held out to his sides, palm out. "Thank you for ship use. Very beautiful."

Rei bows to Psyn and then to the robed figure. "Thank you. We are quite pleased with the vessel. I hope your time aboard will be pleasant"

Robe murmurs a rich, resonant baritone, "Certain it will be, yes. My name Dee-all-lith nee Bres tee E-mur. Takaga Rei, your name, yes?" He straightens back up to his full near 7 feet in height as he finishes speaking.

The Torus/Camera Drone makes a pass around Robe's head. The fist sized device passes about where Robe's ear is as he says, "Your English has improved markedly, Dialyyd. I am glad you have decided to come along on this mission. I'm surprised your SCARE form was accepted so quickly."

The Torus makes a note to do more inspections of the ship after they clear the atmosphere.

His records of FTL travel in this time is limited at best.

Rei bows, "Yes. My name is Takaga Rei."

Dorian walks over to Grimm, "Managed the training okay, I take it?"

Psyn nods and smiles a little. She glances around a little bit and tries to stick close to most of them, at least those that she knows, which really aren't many.

Robe murmurs in a voice fill with polite pleasure, "Ah, good. I hope more to speak with you." He glances behind. "But line I delay. Apologies." He gracefully moves on to speak with Dr Fogg.

Grimm rubs the back of her neck awkwardly as she looks around, clearly under dressed for such an event. She's just wearing black combat fatigues, boots, and a tucked in t-shirt, which is the least fashionable she's looked ever. "Had a rocky start, but I think I got some of it down eventually. I, uh, wasn't quite prepared for this, though," she murmurs.

Dorian grins, "I wasn't either. If I had my druthers, I would have made this more quiet. But it's an important day. So...the powers-that-be wanted to make sure that a celebration happened. And I can completely understand. This is the first voyage of its kind for us."

Psyn nods her head and smiles, "I for one am glad to be here and be part of it." she is, she is kind of excited, and not just over meeting strange and new people.

The Torus opens up its comms package and confirms connection to the StarGuard systems.

Once The Torus is certain it is online, it opens a channel to the Commander.

"Commander Dorian Perrault, The Torus is present and on site. Though this One is avoiding being detected by the public at large. This... send off is a bit less secret than I anticipated.

Boarding the ship now." It reports in a robotic fashion.

The Camera Drone follows Robe towards the good Doctor.

Psyn will be happy to know, that there is at least one other familiar being boarding the ship, even if she isn't quite aware of it yet.

Grimm shifts her weight onto her right foot and slips her hands into her pockets. "I suppose I can change for the occasion pretty easily. Hmmm, wonder what sort of outfit would fit in better here," she ponders as she looks about, still seeming awkward. She at least took the event seriously, having removed her eyebrow piercing and extra earrings. She looks way less rocker chick and almost respectable compared to how she was before training.

Dorian shakes his head, "I wouldn't worry about it, Gabrielle. Dress how you feel most comfortable. Not all of us can change at the drop of a hat."

Robe mingles with the various VIPs, making polite, if limited conversation, with them. He seems at ease in this party if a bit formal. While he does pick up a glass of champagne, he simply holds it rather than drinking.

Star Girl nods and hovers by Grimm. "I'm feeling a little under dressed myself..." She folds her arms, holding her elbows in her hands. "Looking around at all the V.I.People... It's a bit of a reminder about the importance of this mission."

Robe murmurs softly to The Torus at some point when they are relatively alone. "Surprised I was, yes, at inclusion. But as from multi-racial polity and with you good name attached, risk is low to include me? Have been instructed to always follow lead of Commander Dorian."

Dorian smiles. "If you'll excuse me, I need to work over some details with the captain. I'll be back in a bit." He walks over to the Captain, and the two head into another room toward the front of the ship."

The robed figure returns to Dr Fogg and politely begins to ask him about his particular scientific interests. (Poor man, he seems a bit lost in all this chit chat.) he thinks.

Rei also leaves the reception line now almost everyone has arrived and begins to circulate.

Grimm nods to Dorian as he excuses himself, smiling slightly at his comments. She glances at Star Girl and raises an eyebrow, grinning a little mischievously. "If you want, I could make us look dressed to the nines."

Star Girl seems pleased by a the idea of a magical makeover, but her expression shifts, growing more serious. She leans closely to Grimm to say: "The bartender. The slim one in the bulky coat... something's not right. I'll check him out, can you notify the others over SG comms?"

Dr Fogg seems relieved to find someone with science as an interest and willingly explains to Robe that he's field of expertise is gravity.

The Torus has been scanning most people as they walk near.

Having no real sense of sight, but an incredible sense of spatial orientation & mass, he senses something amiss with one of the stewards.

It breaks its orbit of Robe and messages the Commander directly, leaving the others to continue the show for the amassed public. It leaves the channel open for all to hear.

"Commander- This One has detected something amiss with one of the employees serving the guests. His mass does not match his form. Breaking formation and moving in to investigate."

The Torus/Camera Probe disappears just as it turns a corner out of sight.

It reappears underneath a table nearest the steward in question, this time taking the shape of a black bowling ball sized sphere.

"This one is near contact. Please advise."

Servers continue to move about the room, offering hors-d'oeuvres to the passengers. The various passengers seem to have segregated to some degree. Scientists talking to each other. Crewmembers chatting together.

Psyn doesn't notice anything so is just still wandering abut, not really that comfortable with mingling.

Psyn

This young woman looks to be a teenager, though it is hard to tell as she is covered from head to toe with a dark crimson bodysuit. The bodysuit fits like a glove, showing off her form. Long black hair runs down to the middle of her back. A matching mask covers her eyes and part of her nose. It leaves her lower face and mouth bare, so allows breathing and talking while keeping her identity hidden.

Grimm nods to Star Girl and twirls a finger around her hair by her comm. "On it," she says as her brushing finger activates the comm. "Stay calm, but Star Girl noticed soemthing fishy about the Bartender. It feels like he has a bomb strapped to him. Or...something. It's hard to make out. Can we casually get VIPs away from the bartender? Orders?"

One of the diplomatic staff walks over to Psyn. He smiles and offers his hand to her. "I don't believe we've met. My name is Steve. I'm assisting the ambassador." He's a fairly young looking guy, perhaps in his early twenties. "Okay, maybe it's an internship. But space! This is going to be cool."

Rei is deep in conversation with the Mayor and several of the city's councillors and hasn't noticed anything.

Dorian's voice comes over the comms, "A bomb? See if you can keep him from the VIPs. Can we get him off the ship without giving him a chance to set it off?"

Hidden beneath the tablecloth covering the table, The Torus monitors the Employee of Mismatched Mass.

Considering its present shape, it shifts into something a bit less 'unearthly'.

The floating sphere, drops to the ground and relinquishes its shape.

The Torus moves as a small plane of dust rolling across the ground.

The Torus attempts to follow along side the person in question while remaining unnoticed.

He chimes in at the Commander's question. "This One is in position at the subject's feet. Commander- did you have a destination in mind?"

Robe politely chats with Dr Fogg as he hears all of this over the SG comm. "Excuse a moment please, Dr Fogg," he says gently interrupting the scientist. He then takes a step back as he murmurs very softly into the comm. "Does steward need to go to sleep?"

Grimm casually mingles with some of the VIPs, pointing them to try the hor deurves way over there away from the bartender. "The shrimp on fried polenta chips really are amazing. You should try some."

Star Girl heads towards the bar. She aims to act casual, just a thirsty hero looking for a beverage. She smiles as she approaches, but tries to check the bartender out as she heads over. o O ( Great. A bomb. )

Psyn smiles,"A pleasure to meet you Steve, I am Psyn." she offers and nods, "I am pretty excited about it," she says and then nods, "Excuse me a moment." she says and turns and touches her comm, "Sleep might be a bad idea if there is a failsafe or a deadman switch, I can try to take control of his mind, or read his thoughts." she says it softly enough that Steve can't hear.

Star Girl pauses in her approach, hoping not to spook the bartender before a plan can be made.

Robe nods slightly and then steps back towards Dr Fogg, subtly positioning himself between the doctor and the bartender. He murmurs "So, you focus gravity as a lense wish, yes? Why?"

Steve smiles when Psyn clearly uses her communicator, "Duty calls."

Over the comms, Dorian says, "The only destination I have in mind is off the ship. You won't be able to transport him directly to the most secure cell we have."

Star Girl turns her back on the bartender for a moment. "Hey... what's up?" she says waving to a passing party guest and feigning interest. She tries to be discreet about using her radio, holding her pinky towards her lips. << Careful guys... he looks on edge. Also keep in mind, it's possible that he's a victim too. >>

<<"Correct. This one is open to alternative locations.">> The Torus reports back over the comm line. <<"Without knowing the yield of the explosives- I am unable to extrapolate a probable radius within acceptable safety margins.">>

The dust swirls at the stewards feet.

The Torus has figured a number of alternative courses of action, but it agreed to follow the Commander's lead while on mission. So in spirit of Spirit's request, the Torus falls silent and waits for the otehrs to decide on a proper course of action. It had not considered the actor to be a victim in any case- so The Torus is glad it has not followed its most likely logic decision trees.

The bartender looks at Star Girl, looking her up and down as she turns her back on him. He goes back to pouring a drink for one of the scientists nearby.

(Damnit, I hate it when I'm late.) O O o o. . thinks Vicki as she approaches the waiting starship from outside. Her sapphire body field glows brightly in the darkness of space. Well, that's not exactly accurate. Space isn't all that dark, there's starlight all over the freakin... you know, skip it.

She approaches an airlock and contacts the crew via her radio transmission ability and gives her authorization codes before boarding the ship and all that hubub. She adjusts her appearance on the way so that she looks to be in a Starguard Dress Uniform that just happens to be all blue. Are we sensing a theme here? Yep!

And so, she's walking into the room as things are getting... interesting. The alien cosmic supertech embedded in her right hand pulses a bit with blue light as her eyes pan over the room.

Dorian's voice comes over the comm, "Alright...then we play it as safe as possible. A couple hundred yards north. That should be out on the airfield. It would be best if someone was there to meet him. Or someone can go with him."

Psyn mmms and makes it look like she is still mingling,  she speaks softly over the comms. She doesn't want to do anything without a go ahead.

<< I detect Star Girl in range. I can open a gateway at the target's feet. Drop him a dozen or so feet above the ground to buy time for Star Girl and others to cross threshold of gateway & close in on target. >> The Torus reports over comms.

<>

The dust spreads out a bit more as The Torus preemptively begins pooling enough mass to encase the man, and his explosive device if called to do so. He already has enough mass to open a warp field at the subjects feet.

Hearing.. comm activity, Vicki inclines her head. She subvocalizes, <> as she moves further into the room. <>

Grimm turns her back towards the bartender to pretend to chat with someone, still able to keep an eye on him with her shadow sight. "So, he could be a victim. If we teleport him away, the ship may be safe, but he won't. How do we tell if he's innocent?" She purses her lips in thought. "If we can get him away from the crowd and the vest is about to go off, I might be able to shift him so the blast goes right through him. But he'd have to not fight me on that..."

Stargirl radios: <>

Dorian says over the comm, "We have a bomber on board. We don't know if he's a victim or working on his own. Psyn, try to paralyze him. Immediately thereafter, Torus...transport at least the target, Star Girl, and anyone else who can get close. Psyn, you'll go on the count of 5. Torus, when I get to 6."

Dorian says, "1."

Robe nods politely to Dr Fogg. "Excuse again, doctor. Phone call." He moves back a few steps from the doctor and any other guests. <>

Dorian says, "2."

"On five, I will shield the crowd." offers Vicki over comms as she stands there. She doesn't really need to move to do that. She's just preparing to erect a large barrier between the bartender and the majority of the crowd. After all, energy constructs -are- her specialty.

Grimm turns around and starts to casually make her way closer to the bar for an innocent drink, now having an empty glass in hand to sell the illusion. Those with keen enough senses might be able to see through the illusion as she tries to get in close for a refill.

Dorian says, "Good idea. 3."

The bartender looks to Grimm, "What can I get you?"

Robe nods to Dr Fogg. "Will not miss calls when off world, yes?" He moves himself to be between Dr Fogg and as many others as he can.

Dorian says, "4."

Psyn drifts closer herself, "Need something to drink definitely." she says as she does. She doesn't have to be too close but she does want to follow after, "Wonder what they have for juices and sodas."

Dorian says, "5."

And the crystal in Vicki's hand pulses with blue light again... latticework for a large wall forming invisibly before she starts to solidify it on the mark. The moment Dorian says 'five', a sapphire blue wall flashes into existence between as much of the crowd and the bartender as possible.

Grimm smiles flirtatiously at the bartender. "Got anything sweet? Like an appletini or sex on the beach?" she asks as she tries to distract the bartender from what's about to happen. "Or maybe just your number?" she adds with a sultry tone.

The Torus dust begins swirling around the bomber's feet.

As Dorian calls 5, the mass hardens, and twists on itself as the Torus activates its TransWarp gateway.

By the time Dorian says 6, the hardened mass rips a hole in spacetime, merging 2 points- here on board and another point approximately in the middle of the landing field North.

The edges seem like sharp and jagged spikes- and for a split second, the earth shimmers beneath the subject's feet.

That shimmer gives way to open air- and about 15 feet of it before giving way to the landing field below.

Psyn goes on 5. She looks up at the bartender and then focuses her mind on his to free and paralyze it keep him from doing anything.

Grimm

A fair skinned young woman standing at 5' 6" with layered, textured long hair. Shes wearing a half-buttoned up red flannel shirt with blue and dark red cross-lines on it, and an army green tank top underneath. Charcoal grey cargo capris end just below her knees, finished with ankle-high flat brown boots with a series of straps and buckles. The flannels sleeves are rolled up to her elbows.

On her right wrist is a black banded bracelet. A silver banded ring adorns each thumb. Her left eyebrow is pierced with a silver ring just past the arch. Her left ear has a helix piercing with a simple silver loop earring, with standard lobe piercings with black spiral hoop tribal earrings.

The bartender smiles to Grimm as she asks for his number. "Well, I..." He looks her over slowly, and suddenly freezes in place. His eyes are locked on something other than her face.

The robed figure says in a carrying voice, "Ah, it is so very hot in here. Let me take my hat off." The figure reaches up and removes his veil and hat to reveal...a beyond humanly possible handsome face to match the liquid dream voice. He glances around making brief contact with all present he can see.

Well eye contact with all who are not SG that is.

Dialydd

A mere glance at this males face reveals him to beyond even the most handsome of men. There is some indefinable, almost dream-like quality that takes his looks out of the realm of mortal flesh and into the supernal. The youth, for he seems to be a late teen, has flawless cafe au lait brown skin that almost begs to be touched. His partially braided mane of raven black hair hangs down his back in soft waves to end at mid back with long bangs over his forehead that do not obstruct his eyes. Those cats eyes are slit-pupiled and a vibrant deep violet; one might call his eyes jewel-like in their brilliance and clarity. His facial features are refined looking without being the slightest bit feminine. He possesses high cheekbones, a noble nose and brow, a strong jawline, and his teeth, when he smiles, are pearl-like in whiteness. And he is very tall, standing close to 2.1m (just shy of 6 ft 11 in). He seems graceful even when standing still from the top of his head to the tips of his long slender six fingered hands.

The male is covered in a long silken black robe that seems to barely contain the breadth of his shoulders. His broad shoulders seem to taper down to a trim waist but it hard to tell given the general all-concealing nature of the robe. It is intricately embroidered at all of its edges with seemingly abstract patterns in violet and cream. The tips of black shoes peak out from underneath the lower hem of the gown. A black wide brimmed hat with dense veiling all around it is held in his right hand and a silver bracer with deep intricate traceries of cerulean blue encircles his very well toned lower left arm.

He seems attentive to his surroundings with a gentle Mona Lisa-like half-smile nearly always on his very kissable looking lips. He does not, however, readily meet peoples eyes and courteously glances away if he makes eye contact.

Quite a few of people in the room turn to look at Dialydd. Not all of them, but certainly a sizeable percentage.

Dorian says, "6."

The Torus dust begins swirling around the bomber's feet.

As Dorian calls 5, the mass hardens, and twists on itself as the Torus activates its TransWarp gateway.

By the time Dorian says 6, the hardened mass rips a hole in spacetime, merging 2 points- here on board and another point approximately in the middle of the landing field North.

The edges seem like sharp and jagged spikes- and for a split second, the earth shimmers beneath the subject's feet.

That shimmer gives way to open air- and about 15 feet of it before giving way to the landing field below.

Star Girl turns and leaps into the air, clear over the bar. She descends and tries to grab the bartender before falling through the hole in space.

Star Girl disappears through the gateway with the bartender, appearing with him roughly 5m above an open patch of airfield.

And when the portal is utilized... and people go through, Vicki lifts up her own badge and says, "Nothing to worry about folks..." as her barrier fades away, "Just a precaution. There may have been a problem, but it has been dealt with."

Mind you, as she is doing that and saying that, her eyes are scanning the crowd for anyone else who may be assigned as a followup.

Star Girl stands on the her feet, with the bartender in her arms.

Dialydd smiles politely at Dr Fogg. "You saying were gravity as lense can be used as, hmm, what is word, telescope, yes?" The youth makes no attempt to put his veil or hat back on, simply holding them casually in one hand as he gestures gracefully to the doctor with the other.

Star Girl thinks. o O ( Please don't blow up! )

Psyn leaps through the portal after them, using her hover ablilty to lower herself down to the ground once she is through.

Grimm vaults over the bartop as the portal drops the bartender down, following Star Girl's lead. She focuses her mind on the vest beneath the clothing as she begins to float just under the transwarp gate. A dark aura appears around the bomb jacket and seeps into it, turning it dark and shadowy, and semi-transparent. The vest drops away from the bartender to the ground below. "Get him away from the blast radius in case this goes off!" she notifies Star Girl urgently.

Star Girl turns and bounds a few steps before springing into the air with all of her might. She tries to put as much distance as possible between herself, the bartender, and the bomb vest.

Dorian says over the comm, <>

Dialydd gently guides Dr Fogg into a discussion with others about scientific intrestes and phenomena. Then quietly disentangles himself from them after a minute or two.

Psyn hovers above the ground and focuses her mind on the bartender's as they get him out of the vest, <>

Doin' her duty here, Vicki is reassuring the crowds and just being on hand and on watch for potential other crap that nobody prepped for.

Star Girl radios: "Hnff. Be careful. Look out for any accomplices."

The vest appears to have an actual switch that needed to be pressed. Though it's hard to say for sure, unless an explosives expert takes a look...

Dorian comes back out into the mess hall, with the captain. He says over the comm, << Nice work, all. Detain him, and we'll hold him for questioning in the base. We'll make sure it doesn't delay our departure too much. >>

The Torus maintains its open TransWarp gateway while it monitors comm traffic. It is quite content doing this.

Psyn nods and shakes her head a bit, <>

Dialydd mingles with the other guests, putting any of the nervous back as ease as best he can. He is also on the lookout for 'false friends' vibes as he speaks with, watches, and interacts with people. He works the crowd like an old hand at diplomatic events.

Dorian says over the comm to Psyn, << I think a light scan makes sense. We don't want to disturb things, but I want to see if anyone else is a suspect. >>

<> says Vicki over her comms even though she doesn't have a physical comm. Hey, her gemstone does it for her, right?

Grimm holds out a hand towards the vest as it drops to the ground. Her hand closes as though grasping something, and the vest becomes solid and colored again, just before a barrier envelopes it in a bubble of shadow. The dark sphere hovers in the air a few feet off the ground, containing the vest for now. <>

Star Girl busies herself with finding restraints for the would-be bomber. Soon, he's bound up in chains.

Psyn flies back up through the portal when she realizes that its open and moves over to center in the room. She sends out her mind to hit the whole room, mostly she is going to be looking for surface thougths, people who would be nervous or mention of Earth First, or wondering where their bartender friend went.

Star Girl will hand the bomber over to SG security personnel on the tarmac.

SG security take the man into custody. He wakes up as he's being taken off in the hover van. "Hey...where are you taking me?! What the?!" He glares at Star Girl through the window of the van. "You."

<> suggests Vicki on her comms. She steps back and leans against a wall while Psyn does her thing to remain on hand just in case.

Dorian says over the comm, << Hopefully that's the case. >>

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Star Girl glares at the bomber through her eyelets as he's taken away. o O ( Nutjob. )

Psyn lets her mind listen to the crowds thoughts and then she calls over the comms, << I am not picking up any others from the light scan, either they are protected or well trained not to reveal anything, either way I think we are in the clear. >> she is blushing though which even though cause of her mask those around can see it.

Dialydd murmurs softly into the comm, <>

The interior of the Takaga Explorer is relatively spacious. What would be a normal exploration vessel has been outfitted to feel like a cruise liner for the diplomatic mission to the Guild. As a result, it feels much warmer than it might have otherwise. Aboard there are twenty crew members, twenty scientists, ten stewards, and a diplomatic staff of about twenty.

That's in addition to the Starguard Gamma contingent and Captain Tamli Yosho.

Star Girl heads back towards the portal. << Are we all clear? The bomber is on his way to a cell down here. >>

Dorian says over the comm, << I believe so, Star Girl. Come on back. And then we can get settled in. We depart in a couple hours. >>

Star Girl hops back up through the portal.

Grimm flies up through the portal and lands back on the deck, rolling her shoulder. "I could use that drink now..."

Another steward heads over to the bar to take the bartender's place. "Uh...sure. What would you like?"

Star Girl radios: << Good work, team! >>

Grimm leans against the bartop and flashes a flirty smile at the steward, trying that line from before again. "I'll have a Sex on the Beach, please. And your number?" She hasn't even left planetside yet, and she's already forgotten about her boyfriend!?

As the final two members of the away team ascend to a few thousand meters south, The Torus closes the gateway linking the two points.

The mass seems to blow away in a gust of wind all its own.

In truth, the Torus teleports back to the main galley of the ship and resumes its investigation of the Takaga Explorer.

And, Vicki approaches the bar now. "I hate being late." she mutters as she gestures to the bartender, "Can I get a sprite?" she adds.

This brings The Torus near both Vicki, and Grimm as they settle in at the bar.

The Torus slows as they near. "This One is glad you were both present this day. Otherwise I fear, I would be providing transport and logistics myself if something happened to this vessel." It says as its viscosity changes and it becomes much more fluid.

The fluid begins shifting in the sphere until it has assumed the shape of one of the robotic repair units it saw earlier.

This time though, it remains uniformly black to keep its ability to impersonate near anything a secret.

The steward chuckles and pours a sprite for Vicki before making hte mixed drink for Grimm. He said to Gabrielle, "I'm in room 24. Second deck."

Smirking a bit, Vicki glances towards Grimm and then Torus. "You are an interesting one. Don't worry though.. I am a walking Escape Pod." she adds.

Dialydd continues to quietly work the crowd. At some point he puts the har back on his head but does not re-attch the thick veiling to it.

Dorian walks over to the bar where some of hte others are, "Just wanted to say, nice job, all. Keep up the good work."

Psyn nods and does go over to get a soda and smiles, "Well, a little excitement to get things started." she says, she does adjust the mask she is wearing a bit. She smiles to Dorian, "Its nice when I can help."