06-16-2025, 06:09 AM
== For Taylor ==
As Reese approached the bar, he noticed that it was manned by another automaton. As its head turned toward Reese, the digital face projected on its screen shifted from a pale-skinned Riani with dark narrow eyes to the familiar one that had greeted him at reception. It seemed that the hotel tailored a specific persona for each guest. She listened patiently as Reese gave his order.
“Certainly, our specialty is called a short circuit. It’s quite popular with visitors from off-planet. I’ll bring a round up to your suite once you’re settled.” The automaton laid out a set of glasses and began to mix ingredients.
== For all ==
The team overheard pieces of a few different conversations as they walked toward the elevator. One sharply-dressed Riani was reciting a children’s story from memory into their personal communicator. Another was flirting quite aggressively with someone who seemed more interested in reading something on their padd.
Eventually, something interesting caught their ear. An earnest-looking businessman was attempting to convince a skeptical Ferengi that, under President Khushku, the Tanndi nation had emerged as a stabilizing force on Riani. In ten years, he insisted, the planet would become a galactic trading hub.
“Spare me,” the Ferengi replied, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve done my research. The crime families here are too afraid to let anyone else move in on their turf. I’ve heard that the Xha family even has some operatives working for the government.”
"Well, I don’t think that’s—" the Riani replied, suddenly quite pale in the face. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
As Reese approached the bar, he noticed that it was manned by another automaton. As its head turned toward Reese, the digital face projected on its screen shifted from a pale-skinned Riani with dark narrow eyes to the familiar one that had greeted him at reception. It seemed that the hotel tailored a specific persona for each guest. She listened patiently as Reese gave his order.
“Certainly, our specialty is called a short circuit. It’s quite popular with visitors from off-planet. I’ll bring a round up to your suite once you’re settled.” The automaton laid out a set of glasses and began to mix ingredients.
== For all ==
The team overheard pieces of a few different conversations as they walked toward the elevator. One sharply-dressed Riani was reciting a children’s story from memory into their personal communicator. Another was flirting quite aggressively with someone who seemed more interested in reading something on their padd.
Eventually, something interesting caught their ear. An earnest-looking businessman was attempting to convince a skeptical Ferengi that, under President Khushku, the Tanndi nation had emerged as a stabilizing force on Riani. In ten years, he insisted, the planet would become a galactic trading hub.
“Spare me,” the Ferengi replied, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve done my research. The crime families here are too afraid to let anyone else move in on their turf. I’ve heard that the Xha family even has some operatives working for the government.”
"Well, I don’t think that’s—" the Riani replied, suddenly quite pale in the face. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.