[color=f7976a]"Apologies, [i]Doctor[/i], Lan'thar,"[/color] Gue'rach replied, sounding sincere in his restating the Lavathulin's official title along with her name. After some time, Elm brought up the fair idea of another meeting concerning the upcoming survey expedition and how they would go about the mission. Geu’rach nodded in agreement with this proposal, [color=f7976a]“of course.”[/color]

After the briefing, Geu’rach set out to do as he had suggested and made his way towards the [i]Prize[/i]’s security station. Upon arrival, most of the security staff had already assembled per a request he made along the way. The meeting was relatively brief as he delivered the mission profile as established by Captain Carabello and explained the parameters of the present situation. Most of the staff were familiar with ISA First Contact policies and thus, there were little questions brought forth. With a half-hour passing by, the Auval’kotor officer had his roster of candidates to accompany both teams.

He calculated that a lightly armed delegate would probably be the most appropriate when negotiating with an unknown foreign government. He motioned two stringent security officers to accompany the Captain and his team, only armed with standard-issue sidearms - no rifles: much too apparent and risked elevating threat generation - with strict orders to keep their weapons holstered unless the lives of the delegate members were under clear threat. Gue’rach sometime later had determined three officers, including himself, would be adequate to safeguard the expedition should any of the flora or fauna prove to be more hostile than anticipated. He surmised the planned armaments would also be light though he anticipated that any threats would be met with caution with only the intent to stun. Only he would have the authority to decide if lethal action would be necessary. Hopefully, that would not happen.

By now, the occurrence of attending multiple meetings with different groups of the ship within a short period was slowing grinding away at Gue’rach’s enduring patience and tolerance. Still, he knew better and dare not show it. Although, him exhibiting any kind of annoyance probably would not have made him any more imposing than what was typically the norm, as evident with his stern expression that rarely ever faded. Gue’rach, maintaining said stern expression, stared at the holographic display illustrating the [i]I.S.S. Prize[/i]’s position and the surrounding foliage, noting some of the initial geological scans gathered during the ship’s entry through the atmosphere as well as the location of the abandoned ruins that were picked up.

[color=f7976a]“The plan appears sound, I have no objections,”[/color] said Gue’rach while his eyes remained on the display, [color=f7976a]“I’d imagine that if we were approaching some sort of site of religious significance, it would have been marked in a manner that would be easy for anyone to identify. We should be wary of such visuals to prevent any unintended trespassing. That, and noting any active native traffic in the area.”[/color]