<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyrone Pryk<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 11th, 9am GMT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First approach to the ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Petra Sabio, Any Eavesdroppers<br/><hr/><br/><em>"...or so I </em>assume<em>, in my own arrogance."</em><br/><br/>Tyrone nodded solemnly as Petra spoke, listening intently to all she said. Her ending brought a bright smile to his face.<br/><br/>"If that is arrogance, then it is the kind that I would like to see more of.<br/><br/>"I am glad to know there is someone else on this mission who has had experience in dealing with Aliens. I also have had some experience, but it was a little different to you. Firstly, this was as close to a first contact as I have been able to determine with a species that used a totally different medium of communication to humans and even Qin. There was nothing we could expect to be the same, as frames of reference were completely different to anything we were used to. Add to that, the subjects, the Chromatics, were not the most eager to communicate with us. It was exciting, depressing, frustrating and elating all in one. Of course, the military commanders were very one tracked in their desires, and it took a lot of effort on our part to get them to allow us the freedom to get the results they wanted. Ultimately, it was a very rewarding experience, one that my superiors were somewhat surprised at my success.<br/><br/>"So, it comes as no surprise that I was assigned to the mission, in case of further contacts with other species we have yet to encounter. Having a fellow mission specialist with some experience with Alien intelligences will be of great benefit. Add to that your specific... talents, you will be of great help when dealing with others."<br/><br/>Tyrone felt the minor shifting in the 'feel' of the shuttle that he assumed was a minor correction prior to docking with the ship that would be their home for the foreseeable future. He gave Petra one last warm smile before he stood up.<br/><br/>"It has been a pleasure speaking with you. In time, we will be able to use our mutual talent without my looking like I have eaten a prune like I did when you made your last attempt. I need to get back to my seat, and make sure that I have everything I brought aboard." He politely bowed to her, then made his way back to the seat he had occupied for most of the flight.<br/><br/><em>'It is quite refreshing to speak to someone who is not paranoid that I am trying to plumb their mind the moment I lay eyes on them. Also, I think it will be quite a learning experience to get a better understanding of her abilities in manipulating her form. As well as her seemingly unique ability to store items within her pattern.'</em><br/><br/>The remainder of the flight was spent in silence, eyes closed as he worked through a puzzle or two mentally until he felt the shuttle come to a complete stop. He casually opened his eyes to watch the other passengers go through their disembarkation. When Petra eased her way through the door, Tyrone stood up and grabbed the small case that sat beside his seat. Most of his possessions were in a larger container along with all the standard equipment and gear that the Ministry sent on such missions.<br/><br/>Once out the shuttle, Tyrone strengthened his mental shields to compensate for the increased number of minds about, and the noise they generally created when active. Confident that he would not overhear anything, and no one would easily get into his own mind, he took a step or two further from the ship, careful not to interrupt any existing conversations. Two men nearby carried air of authority, one more than the other. Their exchange was enough to fill in the gaps enough to have a better idea of who he was going to be dealing with.<br/><br/><em>'Alex. Alexander Cole, Executive Officer. Legionnaire. Which one I can't remember. That is rather lax of me. Nothing that can be done now. The other is the pilot.'</em>Tyrone almost nodded to himself as he completed his thoughts.<em>'The other woman is not known to me, yet.'</em><br/><br/>He approached Alexander, pausing a polite distance to let the man know he was waiting politely to speak, but not to barge in unwelcome. When the XO made it clear he free, Tyrone took the final few steps closer. He placed both hands together in front of his body then bowed politely.<br/><br/>"Coadjutor Tyrone<em>Pree</em>, Office of Semiotics. I am here to supply translation services, as well as some support to the Medical services in the area of Mental Health, if desired. If there is anything you need of me at this time, please let me know. Otherwise, I will await further instructions."