Atrivis Sector

[GM Craig]

[OOC: No development on the battlegroup side yet - they hadn't arrived in-system by the time you unload the wounded.]

[Nim Naja]

"Gugard Station, this is Agent Naja with the Rebel Alliance requesting a meeting with Rhia Linki."

[GM Craig]

"Who with that what? You mean those guys made that ...?" There is some scuffling and muffled conversation.

"Agent Naja, this is Lieutenant Cleagre. You are cleared for landing on platform 7. Do not deviate from your assigned flight path."

Your pilot notes, "They've turned on a landing beacon."

[Nim Naja]

"Les'go," she nodded. "This is probably the last welcome signal we'll have for a while."

[GM Craig]

You make your way through the bucking winds. At the last moment, the landing pad comes in to view through the swirling snow. Your pilot has a hard time centering the ship, and at one point it looked like he might miss, but there is a lull in the wind gusts for a moment, and he sets the ship down in a moderately hard landing. Immediately tractor beams engage, holding your ship firmly in place against the winds.

Welcome to Gugard Station.

[Actions?]

How do you want to present yourselves?

[Trax]

OOC: Um, with feral screams and blasters a blazing?

Trax's preference would be to leave the ship walking ahead of Nim, but he understands how that may look so he'll move in whatever formation she decides.

[Nim Naja]

Nim nods for Trax to move forward first as a real bodyguard and will wait for him to scout it out.

[Trax]

Trax hit the button to lower the boarding ramp and walked down to the end of it.  There the former hunter took in the scene around them on the landing pad.

[GM Craig]

Trax steps down the ramp, looking every bit the armed guard. Through the swirling snow, you spot several figured huddled against the cold over by a lift. Two of them separate and come forward. There are no obvious signs of weapons - their thick cold weather gear is bulk enough to hide a small pistol easily, but none of them are carrying anything big.

The wind is harsh here, biting through even your cold weather gear. You are not going to want to stay out in the open long.

[Trax]

Trax turned and looked up the ramp at Nim.  He gave her a nod indicating there was at least no immediate danger apparent.

[Nim Naja]

At his cue Nim strut down the ramp with a rather crisp military gait, very much appearing as an officer with a mission. It was not her normal gait by any means and purely set up just for this visit. She knew this faction was going to different and hoped this particular air would be received better than the others but was prepared to change in a heartbeat.

[GM Craig]

One of the figures steps forward, pulls off one glove, and offers his hand.

"Agent Naga? Lieutenant Cleagre, Gugard Militia. Welcome to Gugard Station." You shake hands. It's hard to read him through the heavy winter gear and the goggles, but his tone and facial expression (at least the part you can see) indicate respect.

"Let's get out of the wind. There's a big storm moving in. With your permission, we'll set anchors on your ship so you don't have to worry about it blowing away. The winds can get pretty high at this altitude. It'll be quieter down in the valley."

[Nim Naja]

"By all means, thank you," she replied with a nod. "How long should the storm last? I imagine there's no leaving until it is over?"

[Trax]

OOC: Nothing to add for Trax, he'll simply fall in line and follow.

[GM Craig]

"Looks like it might be a bad one. You might be able to climb above it before it threw you into the mountain, but I wouldn't try it." He smiles and laughs good-naturedly. He waves at some more folks hanging out by the door, and they move in and start to activate some equipment around the perimeter of the landing platform. By the time you reach the door, the wind has already chilled all of you. You glance back, and see some beam emitters have activated, and they appear to have tarctorered your ship to hold it secure against the wind.

Ducking inside, you feel the warmth hit you. They must have the heat turned up in this room to combat the wind.

Lieutenant Cleagre pulls off his gloves, hood and goggles before turning to you. He is a tall, handsome-looking man with a face that looks younger than he probably is, with dark skin and short, curly hair. He smiles as he takes off his coat and shakes the snow off it before hanging it on a hook by the door.

"Yeah, we've been watching this one build for a bit. We were about to secure the landing pads when you popped up on our sensors. Not many people fly in this weather - well, not many with good intentions anyway." He smiles again.

He seems genuine, and is very happy to see you.

One of the others in the room - a younger male, probably not more than 20, with a short beard and shaggy blonde hair, says, "You're from the Rebellion, right? How many planets? How big is your fleet? Are there others like us?"

Cleagre gives him a good-natured slug in the shoulder. "Cool it, Tyle. She didn't come here to be drooled on." The younger man looks at Cleagre and then to you. "Sorry. Ma'am. We're just..."

Cleagre cuts him off. "...Excited. Yeah. Why don't you go secure Pad 12, before that shuttle blows away?"

The young man gets serious. "Right. Sorry, sir." He turns to you. "Sorry ma'am." He then shrugs into a coat and heads out the door.

C;eagre says, "Come this way. You'll have to excuse some of the folks here - that speech you guys broadcast got everyone pretty riled up. Some of them haven't come down off the adrenaline yet." He leads you down a corridor to a lift.