<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/ff/Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg/600px-Elizabeth_Monroe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Ashley Meghan Harris" (RN: Elizabeth Monroe) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16080660#msg16080660)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 11th, 9:13am GMT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Approach to the Ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any aboard the shuttle - open<br/><hr/><br/>"It's alright, you'll likely understand some of the Ministry's reticence once I explain a few things," she notes, somewhat sadly. "Based on relative rank, I'm also going to be expecting you to stand as a go-between between myself and the other members of the Ministry assigned to the Odyssey."<br/><br/>...a number that was, honestly, rather small..<br/><br/>They had a few non-Ministry telepaths, of course, and not all of the Ministry personnel assigned to the ship<em>were</em>Psion's much less Telepaths. Of them, from what Elizabeth could determine based on the documentation that she'd received, Coadjutor Pryk seemed to be the highest ranking and the natural choice for a go-between. It was possible that the various officials might end up changing their mind as to who should report to her, admittedly, or that Pryk might end up serving as a figurehead that reported the word of some other official in the Ministry<em>to</em>her, but at the end of the day that wasn't really her concern.<br/><br/>When Petra gave the little mental knock that accompanied<em>Mindspeak</em>, the Captain smoothly let her in...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">"~It's alright, he gave us permission to discuss this later. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure how many times I'm going to have to have this conversation, or exactly how I should go about <em>having</em> it. I'd like to think that <strong>most</strong> of the Orders probably told the people they assigned at least <em>something</em>. Just not, apparently, the Ministry.~"</span><br/><br/>At the very least, it didn't seem as though the Cojudator recognized her name. Or, well, her surname. That might be a momentary oversight, which he might correct before they were able to talk again. It wasn't like it wasn't known that "Elizabeth Monroe, wife of George Monroe," had been one of the foremost members of the Chitra Banu prior to that order's betrayal and destruction. Most of the rest of the world didn't know the full details about her husbands' research-- even she mostly only remembered bits and pieces of it that haunted her nightmares, most of the details of what it had become while she'd been possessed having been lost when the bodiless alien abandoned her to die.<em>That</em>was a thought that she'd rather not have in her head.<br/><br/>A thought that had been haunting her more and more since she'd agreed to do this.<br/><br/>"...I think we're going to be docking shortly, in any event.." she noted, the words intended for both of the other Psions. Indeed, even as she said the words, they could faintly sense the shuttle's center of gravity shifting as the thrusters blared and the ship changed vectors. The main monitor displaying a shifting view of the<em>Odyssey</em>, rapidly growing larger and larger as they neared one of the hanger-bays, which honestly looked rather barren at the moment. "I have a few things to take care of up here, but you both should probably retake your seats. Tray tables, upright, all that stuff."<br/><br/>She spared them both a smile.<br/><br/>"It was a pleasure to meet you, Coadjutor. I look forward to working with you in the future."