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Strange Visitors

||Mission complete,|| Stacy's voice rang out through the ship. ||Obs deck returning.||

The mission was a success, and so the away team returned, and the Obs Deck was back in it's proper place.

But, this time, they came back with a few more visitors.

Among the returning crew members stood three strange aliens. There was the ever-dour Revus Lod, the energetic Ippli, and the stoic Commander Rahk.

The Lensmen commander looked around at his surroundings, his expression rather inscrutable at the moment.

Anyone want to say hi to the new arrivals?

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Leon stepped forward, one of the first to greet them.

"Welcome aboard, Lensmen. I'm Captain Leon S. Kennedy, the Commander of this crew."

She was happy enough that she had taken part in the fight without getting a scratch: those firebugs had looked fairly vicious and would probably have smoked all of them. In any case, these new arrivals needed to be at least brought up to date with what was going on with the ship. she was happy that the council would be able to take a part of that. For her part, she would at least be hospitable.

"The crew are a varied people, but they're all here for the same reason, however strange they might seem to you. Just treat them with respect, and they'll do the same...mostly."

She couldn't speak of all of them. They were bound to be suspicious of the new visitors.

"Welcome to Stacy."

Dhianeila had felt the sensations of the occurrences happening down on Arkez, thankful that the hostility and threats had dissipated quickly enough. The presence of these three new beings on the ship triggered her instinct she was raised to present to any newcomers, so her projection appeared on the Obs Deck and she kindly bowed before the Lensmen.

"Greetings, and welcome aboard," she began, meeting each of their eyes with her own, keeping her smile warm and welcoming.

After leaving the tavern in Kaylee's care, Kang made his way to the Obs Deck. Possible allies, or something else altogether? The moment he saw the new arrivals, he was already scrutinizing them, trying to learn as much as he could from their body language.

Interesting. Best to let the Captain handle it for now, since they were obviously military. He could wait until he was introduced.

Luis was a bit disappointed by the fact that the visitors were not beautiful women. Still, he was determined to impress them.

Though, since they were fascinating aliens, Luis still found himself having to avoid staring too much. "Mucho gusto, amigos. Dr. Luis Sera, Chief Science Officer aboard the ship."

Aibghalien had come back with the mission team and never left the obs deck.

He, clearly, had elected to take on the role of suspicious person, and in doing so, had elected to stay on the outskirts of the gathering -- watching, listening, waiting.

Billy was somewhat apprehensive about this meeting, but it wouldn't reflect well on the crew or improve their chances of success to let fear or paranoia show. No sweating, no obvious weapons, disciplined thoughts. Go in with the attitude that this will end well and it just might. He had a better idea of when someone was reading his mind now, but he could never be entirely certain.

So he waited quietly, checking on the status of the friends who had been on the mission and observing the interactions from a distance. When the other department leaders began introducing themselves, he figured that it would be prudent to take a turn.

"Greetings, sirs," said one of the younger group members. "I'm Billy Cranston, the current chief engineer. We're ready if our services are needed."

Yes, it's true. They currently employ a male teenager. Given the shining example set by Julian and the aversion to teens on the ship in general, reactions of disbelief or derision from their guests are entirely expected by Billy.

"Hey," Lash simply greeted as they passed by, still in her bright yellow spandex, but lacking a helmet on her head. She never was one for protocols, or being afraid of things like aliens visiting the ship.

He hadn't been involved in whatever mission but the fact he'd heard about visitors coming aboard had lent an initial battle of emotion. At first had come wariness -- questions. What if this is a clever trick? This had been followed closely behind by protectiveness but both of these had been reined into a great extent.

Crawling on all fours at first, Renne then stands up and trails carefully. At a point roughly halfway to what he thinks is the door to which these visitors come through, he squares off. First thing? An inner check to be sure of his Bondeds. And then?

His dark skin flashes like mad, reeking with living curiosity.

Nathan had come up from his office, flying part of the distance to save time. However, here he strode forward, nodding his head in acknowledgement to the arrivals.

"We're honored to have you here. I am Commander Nathan Petrelli, as part of the Command Staff under Captain Kennedy."

With the others returning to the ship, Superman decided to head down to make sure the others were alright. He was surprised, though, to see other creatures with them. Seeing as they didn't seem to be hostile, it was best to open them with open arms.

"Greeting. I am Kal-El... or Superman, if you prefer,... one of the Councilmembers on-board this ship." he said.

Sherry had followed her father onto the Observation Deck and stood somewhat behind him as he spoke. She studied the new arrivals with a curious, and ultimately skeptical, look.

One of them looked like an annoyed, shaved cat, now that she thought about it, and she gave Revus a very, very long look. "Hello," she said, after her staring contest.

Lacus was used to being part of the leadership, but she was fully aware that she was not a member of this ship's command staff. With this in mind, she waited to the side politely until the actual staff appeared to be finished greeting the new arrivals.

She paused for a moment before approaching them. Diplomacy was nothing new to her, but this was an alien race. Naturals and Coordinators were never that different, and she hoped there were things that could tie these two groups together as well.

Hello!" she began, pleasant as always. "I hope your visit here will be rewarding. My name is Lacus Clyne."

Curiosity, and a sense of knowing what was going on in case anything did end up happening, got the better of Kaylee, and she made her way to the Observation Deck with more hope of meeting new people than she'd had in a long while.

"Welcome to the boat," she greeted, all smiles. "Glad to have you here."

Wanda kept a respectful distance at first, taking the time not only to study the newcomers but to let them study the crew. Then, once they had a free moment, she approached.

"I know I'm not the first to tell you but welcome. I'm the Scarlet Witch, or Wanda Maximoff if you prefer. I am one of the council members." Though she was fairly sure that wouldn't impress them, if indeed they cared, it was best to introduce herself properly from the start.

James was on his guard. He was certainly out of his element here but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to learn more from these visitors. Hopefully they would have information relevant to his interests.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you. My name is James Howard. I'm one of the doctors here."

Jamie decided he wanted to see the new arrivals for himself, and slipped into the Obs Deck only a little behind some of the others. Conscious of the fact there were quite a lot of people who should be officially greeting the visitors, he opted to move himself off to the side and stay out of the way. Thumbs tucked behind the belt holding his sporran in place, he settled into a comfortable position from which to watch the room and the three strange aliens.

"Of all the times for the Doctor to have gone back to the pods," he muttered to himself after a bit, not realizing he'd spoken aloud. "He'd love this."

Fate, to be honest, was curious. During her time aboard, they've never had visitors like this, so it didn't take her long to reach the Obs Deck after Leon's message went out.

"Hello," She said, offering the trio a smile. If she was surprised at their strange appearances, she certainly wasn't showing it. "I know you must have heard this a lot already, but welcome to the ship. I'm Lieutenant Fate T. Harlaown. It's nice to meet you all."

Angie decided to come and see the visitors herself, though she figured they'd probably meet at some other point as well. But she didn't want to put all the 'head' Engineering crew in one place and she figured Kaylee would probably be just as curious. So Angie-Prime stayed in Neuropathy, fixing various burnt-out areas.

Instead, she sent a double, silver matted down so as not to attract undue attention. And if she was doing a bit of scanning of the visitors herself? Surely that could be understood.

News of visitors to the ship got Trudy heading in the direction of the Observation Deck very quickly. When she stepped out onto the deck, it looked a mess - people milling around everywhere. She spotted the captain in the crowd but didn't bother shouldering her way over to him. Instead she sought out the new arrivals with her head up.

"General Trudy Chacon, Starfighter Command," she said, keeping her hands in her pockets for now. She had no idea if these aliens shook hands. "It's not often we get visitors. Sorry about the mob." She nodded to the hovering crowd.

Not one to miss the opportunity to see these 'guests', Celena's curiosity had drawn her with the others to the observation deck. The dragon taking up an unobtrusive spot off to the side where she could see all with relative ease. Not disturbed in the slightest by the look of the three as she watched their interactions with all the crew members.

She would not actively go over to them and greet them, they had enough on that side of things as it was, rather she settled in to analyze, mentally recording those conversations she took in, curious as to the way they interacted and any hints that may be gained from such.

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