No time to put ones feet up.
Nelson Haden took a step on to the spacious Gravlift, he glanced around turning to look outside the doors he had just walked through. The car was rather sleek, several panels with in arms reached adorned with lift control buttons, he leaned over tapped a finger on one of the buttons and the doors closed. The lift started silently up its shaft, Nelson let his eyes rest upon the indicator panel as decks flew by. Deck CD...Deck .CY.. Deck.. 1, in his mind he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, not because he had not been on a station before but because this was one of grand scale.
Talos station, built by the combined talents of GESO was a marvel for cooperation and peace. Located in the Talos system, in Talonaian space it was an open port for the galaxy to visit, a place to trade and more so a place to talk. With its large and rather impressive form and iconic dual toroidal rings it was a sight to behold, bathed in an incandescent and soft golden hue of the might star at the center of the Talos system its smooth form became pronounced and to those who may behold it almost unbelievable. This work took time to build, but it was hopped it would become something, something great a giant amongst the other stations in the galaxy a showcase.
Nelson a Sargent in the GRF security unit, meant to keep the peace had formally been assigned to the Tyrian Sector and up until a few days ago was training Terran officers in the GRF. He was unequivocally surprised when he got the offer to transfer, with the amount of other talented officers available in the force he hadn't considered it until they asked him to. It took him less than a few hours to make up his mind, it was a new experience, and he did realize he may be able to do just as much good on Talos than on Tyrian. Nelson was an astute fellow, analytical in a subtle manner when needed and keen, he knew how to adapt and blend in better than some of his compatriots and so he figured that his might have been a key reasons for the offer. Nelson ran a hand through his thick but short black hair, his brown eyes looking at his own reflection in the teal colored glossy lift control panel using it to inspect himself as best as he could. Nelson donned a gray two piece uniform, it was a much more ceremonial attire than normal duty uniforms, but the current case called for it; his ribbons and multi-cheveron ranks on his shoulders were proudly displayed and were only enhanced by the patch on his right shoulder, proudly stating “Talos Station Security Force” around a picture of the station and a wreath.
The lift came to a stop with an almost unnoticed jolt, a result of Alvain gravatic ingenuity. “Deck 10 Blue section.” The soft female voice of the VI called out, with that the two doors slid open and Nelsons brown eyes met with the scenery of a vast corridor; lined at various intervals with intersections , potted plants and control panels. There was certainly an artistic plan behind the design, he had little time to admire the work Nelson looked down at his wrist tapping a button on his multi-tool. It brought up a three dimensional holographic map pinpointing where he was.
“Looks like this is the right place then..”
He muttered to himself, stepping off the lift he began making his way briskly toward the Security Command Center, (SCC) he passed by fellow officers in their armor or uniforms. Aliens, humans , and drones alike he just politely smiled at them; it took less than a few moments to come up to the two large double doors leading in to the SCC upon his entry he was greeted with a vast circular lobby offices on either side and toward the back. Officers and technicians hastily moved back and forth and toward their offices or any place their technical skills were required. Nelson approached the circular desk situated in the middle. He was greeted by a drone, hovering there blue optical interfaces starting at him, Nelson cracked a warm smile greeting her.
“Hello Ma'm I'm here for my assignments?” The drone gave a light bob of her form, the inflection of her response was cheery yet casual.
“Call me Devna . Just let me get your multi tool so I can upgrade your Identacard.. And verify who you are.”
Nelson complied he glanced around him a bit, the white light of the are reflected off the counters black surface a bit. It had a sheen as if it was polished black marble. The computer took an instant to scan and link with his multi tool. The drone kept its eyes on him varifying the information in another split second. Nelson hadn't even noticed it.
“All done, officer Haden.. You should have access to critical sections and security force communication lines now. Your all set, go on in back and grab a dpeloya armor module. Looks like your on the front lines.”
Nelson furrowed an eyebrow, he didn't exactly know what that meant, he glanced down at his multi tool before nodding toward Denva.
“Thank you Denva. I'm still new here.”
Denva quried in response, her tone shifting to reflect her emotions.
“New Here?.Oh.. right, you just got on board two days ago. I'm surprised they didn't let ya settle in..But ay it is a ceremony.”
Nelson again nodded, he couldn't exactly blame the officals for putting him on duty so soon, after all once he took a gander at the title of his orders it was clear this was a large public spectacle, the dedication of Talos Station.
“Thank you, well I better go get ready, I don't want to be late.”
He excused himself. Denva calling out just as he slipped away and toward the armory.
“Take care Sarge! Oh and..”
Nelson was a tall man, and thin with a somewhat lax demeanor when the situation was right, he nodded to two officers who had walked out of the armory. He entered away from the hustle and bustle of the lobby, the armory was more cozy but nonetheless vast. He took a look around noticing a Llammamorph, he paid little mind wandering up to his assigned storage unit marked in bold black letters A8. The Lamma a red furred well built and tall being glanced at him and casually broke the ice.
“Hey Sargent, you new here?”
Nelson nodded his locker opening wit a wave of his hand, as if it were magically commanded to.
“Hum? Oh yeah, just got in two days ago..”
The Llama scoffed a bit, he shook his head blue eyes still attentive to the beings own duties. The Llama couldn't understand what the deal was, in his culture it was complex to be a leader, the hierarchical system was different.
“Looks like they're putting you in for a trial by fire, I hate public events..”
The Llama commented, Nelson was confused for a moment, Llamas were sociable really sociable usually, he was surprised to hear that from one of them. He couldn't help but ask the Morphs name, his tone unaltered as before, just as he took out the small module containing a fully functional compact powered armor suit he posed his question.
“Heh, well I guess there isn’t time to be bashful, I didn't catch your name?”
The Llama smirked, an ear flicked he shrugged taking his own module and placing it on his other wrist.
“My names Morphos, Morphos Shier.”
Nelson nodded he introduced himself in a reciprocal gesture.
“My names Nelson, Nelson Haden.”
Nelson finished fastening on his module, he turned to face the Llama holding a hand out eyes meeting his before he nodded softly, The Llama had little reason to rebuff the mans friendly gestural and thus took that hand with his own.
“Pleasure to meet your Sargent. Well better get out there before we're late eh Sarge?”
Nelson nodded, he turned away he hadn't even had time to meet the chief of security but that was scheduled later, for now he had to make his way to his post and to be assigned to command what ever squads they had for him. So he made his way out and toward the gravlift.
The Doors of the Galaxy.
The Main promenade, and the large conference and ball rooms of the station were packed with seething masses of aliens and people from across the galaxy and GESO, in the pleasing and artistically designed hallways and sections it had seemed that the galaxy was giving the station its masses. One of the ball rooms, vast and lit with incandescent light from simulated solar lighting a plethora of political officials, special guests and diplomats from across the galaxy had gathered. Even the Terran President Jessica Galloway a key note speaker had opted to come, taring herself away from the vicissitudes of political life back home and the chaos of politics. The air was thick with anticipation, rows of seating some situated a row from a thin clear alloy window looking down upon a vast forested and landscaped section. From there one could hardly pick out the details but it seemed as if it was a world they were looking down upon complete with a horizon. One could get a sense of how truly vast this station was, with all its intricate parts and people, a feat if there was ever one.
Jessica prepared herself to make the speech , accompanied by Reginald Samson, the half wolvian half human woman, with her black fir blue eyes and ears to match looked herself over in the holo mirror., she cocked her head to one side trying to pick out every fault and little detail she could.
“You look fine President Galloway.. No need to work yourself to death.”
Jessica looked back, it was Reginald he smiled and Jessica just shook her head letting out a soft sigh, if only that was true she thought.
“Tell that to people back home.”
Reginald, could understand she was one of the leaders of the Free galaxy if there was one but even so running a nation wasn't easy. Jessica continued almost as if she was lamenting, her nimble furred digits forcing out any creases in her black stylish dress.
“I've always gotta keep on top of things, there's always something to screw up or always a problem .. I expected this but.. Sometimes its a bit stressful, you'd think they would give us in leadership a brake rather than acting like voyeurs.”
Jessica grumbled a bit, Reg shook his head two secret service drones hovering on either side of the pair. Reg could only come up with one simple thing to say as he looked down at his multi tool.
“I wish we could take more time off myself, being at GESO HQ ain’t no picnic, the Yallies are bitching up a storm like..Never mind. I think its almost time.”
Jessica nodded, she closed her eyes for a moment then turned to Reg giving him a smirk and walking off, Reg followed behind the two drones subtly and effortlessly flanking them, they walked on to the stage eyes of the galaxy upon them and any of the GESO representatives that had decided to make a PR statement. The flags of every major nation were displayed behind the diplomats and heads of state. Jessica smiled, she stepped up to the podium after a brief announcement by Reg clearing her throat she began to speak, her voice proud, tone perfectly in tune with any leader.
“Good evening, to all those in the audience, watching around the station; and indeed around the galaxy. We have all gathered here to commemorate something that the galaxy can call its own, where aliens and humans alike from all across this vast universe can associate in harmony. This was no easy feat, our nations worked tirelessly our technical knowledge and industrial might put to use, and for once in a very long time to an instrument of peace and cooperation within this galaxy.
A milestone not just for GESO, but for the galaxy; now anyone nonaligned or aligned can come to this place and work out any differences in a peaceful manner. No longer are the blustering empires, the sprawling mass of aggressive nations louder than the voice of peace and reason. GESO was formed to prevent war, to promote peace. By both strength, economic and military. And peaceful actions, or negotiations.
By the graces of the Talonian government, and the support of the security council Talos station marks the start of a new age, one that we hope will continue the peace without the need for death and destruction. GESO has proved that it can get things accomplished, and with this station being just one example of the Alliances many success. We are not only allies, our nations are as close as siblings, and sometimes as quarrelsome.
Mr. Sampson would profess that at least. Yet while nothing is perfect we all can feel proud feel enthused and feel strong that we cut through our differences in deliberative actions and with a fair eye toward everyone, and not just us.
We've achieved here with its laboratories, its hospitals and centers of business a grand project and a grand dream.
So in honor of this fact, and the fact that from here we can look toward the future, it may be dark or it may be bright. But always like the guardians of principles, our way of lives and the protector of those who find themselves in unfortunate circumstances. And with that, GESO is proud to dedicate this station to the people of the galaxy and foremost one another. Thank you..”
Reginald began to clap , Jessica sipped from a cup of water that was on the podium before sitting down in the row of chairs reserved for GESO representatives. This was a good respite for her, at least that's how she thought of it, after Reg came back from introducing another speaker he said glancing at Jessica.
“Good speech, your pops will be proud.”
Jessica smiled and nodded to the elder statesmen who promptly took his seat, her father yes.. There was much history there, nonetheless she knew he would be proud ,her mind turned to other thoughts , filtering out any mundane ones she might had.
The docks were busy. Many people arrived to the station, diplomats, traders, businessmen. As any port to some of the major economies in the galaxy would be, even unsavory may slip in to this large place a place were you can get a taste of most all the galaxy in one area. Even certain races from the UTA may make a mark on this place, the station was open and open to all that would see it.
