2. Gnycish 2, Tyroth

Luna at the control pushes a few buttons once everyone is onboard. "All clear. Permission to debark?" she asks into the comm link.
First contact the Captain's word replays in her mind. This is something else.

"Alright here we go" she says out loud as the permission to depart is given. "Heading 052 mark 80"

Luna was a bit taken aback and awed by the alien technology of the alien craft. But she hid it well under jer usual cool composure.

"I guess that is the welcome committee. Let's hope they aren't overly hostile or this will be a short visit."

Drake's wide eyes didn't hide his surprise as the intense colors of the alien vessel reflected across them.

"Yes, let's hope. I'd rather learn than fight."

With his curiosity getting the better of him, Cole opted to stand rather than taking a seat with the - now familiar - away team. Casually, so as not to startle his talented pilot, he placed a hand on the back of Luna's chair, leaning forward slightly, eyes wide in anticipation as he peered out the Raven's expansive viewport. Expertly, Luna maneuvered the runabout out of the Christa's main shuttlebay, taking a wide arc around the ship that slowly brought the strange alien vessel. With a small shake of his head accompanied by a smirk, Cole marveled at the sleek and elegant design - that reminded him of the eggs he would collect on the ranch as a youth.

Coordinating with the alien flight controller, Luna eased the shuttlecraft into the vessel's own vehicle bay, where the were to be greeted by two armed individuals and a third that Cole could only assume was their host. The Captain's remarks regarding first contact still prominent in Cole's mind, he could only frown slightly, his lips tightening as he considered what kind of first impression he wanted to make. With a sniff of finality, he turned to Drake and Luna, "Lieutenant Vilchis. Ensign Drake. As they have two armed security guards I think it only fair that we're allowed the same. You two are on security.

"Luna, keep the Raven on standby in case we have to make an ... unauthorized exit.

"Aurin. Doc. Better keep your equipment on board until we can make sure they'll allow us more than our tricorders."

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M'Ress nods and follows behind the Commander. I wonder what their anatomy is like

"Yes, Commander. Drake places his hand over his phaser holster ready to react quickly should there be a situation. To the doctor he nods. "I am very curious about that too. Let's hope we have some time to determine those things and maybe even have a conversation."

"Sure, XO. I'll be able to get us out in a jiffy if things get hot" She checks her phaser. For a moment she considers whether it should be on stun or not. No need to ask Cole, she knows the answer and keeps it on stun.
"I'm ready" she reports

Aurin leaned back as he contemplated the ship. From the outside, it was certainly a sight, but his inward concern was their mission. He saved his real fascination for when he could get a good look at how it might work from the inside. But the intermediary stop between here and the site of the death (not yet proven a murder, he reminded himself) did concern him.

"This is quite a vessel to arrive uninvited to this event."

M'Ress smiles and takes out her PADD ready to take notes

Silently Cole followed their escort, jaw and mouth taut at finding having to go single file a bit disconcerting despite having positioned Drake at the front of the column and Luna at the rear, and still a bit unsure of the somewhat cool reception they received. Much like the exterior, the interior was just as strange and alien, unlike the architecture of the Federation member species nor adversaries, and were the situation a bit less tense Cole supposed he would have found his self marveling at the differences. Arriving at what was clearly a conference room, a familiar environ, put him more at ease as he confidently strode forward to grip the Captain's hand.

"Commander Cole Walker, XO of the USS Crista McAuliffe," he stated in greeting before gesturing towards the Away Team, "Ensign Zarah. Lieutenants Vilchis and Ah. And our Ship's Counselor Commander Devar and Ship's Doctor, Doctor M'Ress."

Taking a seat he nodded for the team to do the same, pausing for them to add to his hasty introductions, before deferring to the Captain to continue.

Luna just nods as she is introduced. Experience has taught her that it is best for her to try to remain silent and not offend anyone. In Star Fleet a small reprimand was usually the only consequence of being a bit out of order. But in this situation consequences could be far worse. So, she did her best not to say anything.

Drake is on high alert as he follows the fascinating looking alien down the strange and slightly claustrophobic corridor. Breathing slowly and deeply he calms himself and thinks not of the threat but the marvel of being the first to meet these creatures. That euphoria is short-lived as they enter a more familiar environment. He takes his seat and nods politely as he is introduced. Then subtly but with a purposeful nonchalance, surveys the room, assessing potential threats, possible escape routes if any and other things that jump out at him as incongruous. Of course, incongruous to him might be perfectly normal to these creatures. That's where training and intuition came in. At least that's what he hoped.

As they emerged into the bay, Aurin did a cursory scan of the environment. He doubted there would be any immediate risk of asphyxiation, but the composition of the atmosphere would provide clues to the biology of these creatures - and detect any trace toxins they may want to minimize their exposure to, or medicate away after their mission.

It was also a subtle test of their hosts' tolerance of his tricorder.

As they filed into the meeting room, he nodded as he was introduced, carefully taking a seat, reaching down and subtly rubbing his ankle after their awkward walk through the tubes. "I am the Chief Science Officer aboard the Christa MacAuliff. It si my honor to be welcomed aboard," he offered, by way of elaboration.