So… I found out the Office of the Directorate considered updating the Please Don’t Shoot Us by changing out our cargo hold for the delegation’s tank of saltwater was our payment. Or at least, I got the impression from Widget that we weren’t getting paid. I couldn’t find Lexx, so I took care of it. We divided up 20,000 credits right away, with 100 credits per diem! Now I’m wondering if Widget meant *he* wasn’t getting money. Ooops.
Nearly two weeks were needed to get everything ready for our would-be ambassadors. And another three days to get to Vakpod Station. We had to get the old cargo bay-turned-ocean-habitat filled with water from Vakpod. It would take about three hours, at which point, the four Celi would come up to the station. I maybe agreed we’d make some nice, animated aquarium ornaments?
Then we saw Derrick. I thought we were past the, well, past, but he smirked at me. So, I yelled at him for a bit, with the warning I’d yell at Ark7 if we saw him. Widget and I went off to spend some money at that point.
We were back in time to greet the Celi Ambassadors. I made the grave mistake of asking what they preferred to be called. Triune save me! They have names with twenty syllables, all with popping sounds in them! So glad we’ll be using telepathy. Although, I’m stuck translating some of what Widget says to them, even though he’s very easy to understand. They can’t understand his thoughts– the Celi coninsider Widget a more advanced creature and hope to someday be able to speak directly to him.
We are taking the Celi back to Absalom Station first, then they want to see Aballon, Castrovel, and of course, Akiton.