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== 1. The only phaser pistol listed is the Phaser Pistol (Type-2). The page also notes the Phaser Rifle (Type-3), showing the clear difference between a standard sidearm and a heavier-duty weapon.
2. The right side of a ship when facing forward is the starboard side.
3. The travel time chart shows that crossing a sector at Warp 6 would take about 19 days. ==
The sudden collapse of the Artanian named Lexor pulled the air out of the room. Conversation stopped short, glasses lowered, and in an instant the easy rhythm of the reception fractured. Dr. Alexander and several officers rushed toward the fallen guest, while the rest of the crowd pressed in, uncertain.
Riley’s stomach tightened as training took over. Her eyes swept the room automatically, looking for threats, for exits, for anyone acting in a way that didn’t fit the situation. Petcham’s raised voice cut sharply above the noise, his agitation spreading ripples of unease through the Artanians. Great. Panic’s the last thing we need right now.
At her side, T’Varen stood composed as ever. Riley leaned toward her friend, voice pitched low. “Stay with me. If this escalates, we’ll need to keep the guests calm.”
She stepped closer to the gathering around Lexor, careful not to interfere with the medical team. Her gaze darted across the crowd — officers moving quickly to respond, Artanians clustered together with growing alarm. She filed it all away, the prickle of unease sharp in her chest.
Don’t get tunnel vision. Keep the whole picture in view.
== T’Varen – Security Cadet Temporary NRC ==
T’Varen remained beside Wright, her posture straight, hands clasped behind her back. Where her human counterpart reacted with instinct, T’Varen examined the unfolding events with deliberate analysis. Elevated heart rates, widened eyes, irregular breathing patterns — the Artanian delegation displayed multiple indicators of escalating stress.
Her gaze settled on Petcham. His vocal register had risen by twenty percent, and his gestures were pronounced beyond the level of simple alarm. The Vulcan concluded his hostility was directed not toward Lexor, but toward the Starfleet personnel nearest him. This distinction was critical in evaluating potential escalation.
Emotional contagion is a known phenomenon among groups under stress. Should his behavior spread, the probability of disorder increases significantly. Containment at this stage is still feasible.
“Cadet Wright,” she said evenly, her voice calm and steady despite the noise around them, “dispersing officers among the guests would be an effective means of curbing panic before it develops into disorder.”
T’Varen’s eyes swept across the reception once more, noting the subtle tightening of Artanian postures and the growing volume of their voices. A display of security presence may produce reassurance in some, but provoke defensiveness in others. The correct balance will be essential.
“It would also be logical to maintain visible Starfleet presence near the refreshments and the primary exit. Their placement could provide both reassurance and deterrence, minimizing the likelihood of rash actions.”
She turned her head slightly back toward Riley. “If the situation deteriorates further, physical intervention may become necessary. However, prevention through calculated positioning remains preferable.”
== Riley Wright ==
Riley listened, keeping her own eyes on the room while T’Varen spoke. The Vulcan’s calm delivery cut through the noise just enough to help settle her own nerves. Logical, measured — exactly the kind of input Riley needed right now.
“You’re right,” she said quietly, nodding once.
Her dark eyes flicked to the refreshments, then the exit. A subtle tilt of her chin drew the attention of one officer, followed by a faint hand gesture that sent him shifting closer to the tables. Another discreet motion directed a second officer toward the main doors. The signals were restrained — meant for trained eyes — but not invisible. Guests would see the officers repositioning, a quiet reminder that Starfleet still had control of the room.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught T’Varen’s steady posture and unreadable calm. It was the same quiet strength Riley had leaned on more times than she could count during their Academy years. Just knowing T’Varen was there made it easier to keep her own head clear.
With the room a little more secure, Riley shifted her focus back to Petcham. His voice was still rising, sharp and angry. She didn’t close the distance too far — rushing him would only inflame things — but she angled her steps so he could see she was approaching. Her hands stayed open and visible at her sides, her tone quiet but carrying, laced with calm rather than authority.
“Please, I know you’re worried about him,” she said gently, her voice steady. “Doctor Alexander and the others are doing everything they can for Lexor. The best way we can help him now is to keep everyone safe and calm.”
She let her eyes meet his, not with challenge but with quiet reassurance. Come on. Work with me here. Let me help you, so no one else gets hurt.
== GM Input: How does Petcham respond to Riley’s attempt at empathy, and do the other Artanians appear to calm slightly seeing her approach, or do they grow more unsettled? ==
2. The right side of a ship when facing forward is the starboard side.
3. The travel time chart shows that crossing a sector at Warp 6 would take about 19 days. ==
The sudden collapse of the Artanian named Lexor pulled the air out of the room. Conversation stopped short, glasses lowered, and in an instant the easy rhythm of the reception fractured. Dr. Alexander and several officers rushed toward the fallen guest, while the rest of the crowd pressed in, uncertain.
Riley’s stomach tightened as training took over. Her eyes swept the room automatically, looking for threats, for exits, for anyone acting in a way that didn’t fit the situation. Petcham’s raised voice cut sharply above the noise, his agitation spreading ripples of unease through the Artanians. Great. Panic’s the last thing we need right now.
At her side, T’Varen stood composed as ever. Riley leaned toward her friend, voice pitched low. “Stay with me. If this escalates, we’ll need to keep the guests calm.”
She stepped closer to the gathering around Lexor, careful not to interfere with the medical team. Her gaze darted across the crowd — officers moving quickly to respond, Artanians clustered together with growing alarm. She filed it all away, the prickle of unease sharp in her chest.
Don’t get tunnel vision. Keep the whole picture in view.
== T’Varen – Security Cadet Temporary NRC ==
T’Varen remained beside Wright, her posture straight, hands clasped behind her back. Where her human counterpart reacted with instinct, T’Varen examined the unfolding events with deliberate analysis. Elevated heart rates, widened eyes, irregular breathing patterns — the Artanian delegation displayed multiple indicators of escalating stress.
Her gaze settled on Petcham. His vocal register had risen by twenty percent, and his gestures were pronounced beyond the level of simple alarm. The Vulcan concluded his hostility was directed not toward Lexor, but toward the Starfleet personnel nearest him. This distinction was critical in evaluating potential escalation.
Emotional contagion is a known phenomenon among groups under stress. Should his behavior spread, the probability of disorder increases significantly. Containment at this stage is still feasible.
“Cadet Wright,” she said evenly, her voice calm and steady despite the noise around them, “dispersing officers among the guests would be an effective means of curbing panic before it develops into disorder.”
T’Varen’s eyes swept across the reception once more, noting the subtle tightening of Artanian postures and the growing volume of their voices. A display of security presence may produce reassurance in some, but provoke defensiveness in others. The correct balance will be essential.
“It would also be logical to maintain visible Starfleet presence near the refreshments and the primary exit. Their placement could provide both reassurance and deterrence, minimizing the likelihood of rash actions.”
She turned her head slightly back toward Riley. “If the situation deteriorates further, physical intervention may become necessary. However, prevention through calculated positioning remains preferable.”
== Riley Wright ==
Riley listened, keeping her own eyes on the room while T’Varen spoke. The Vulcan’s calm delivery cut through the noise just enough to help settle her own nerves. Logical, measured — exactly the kind of input Riley needed right now.
“You’re right,” she said quietly, nodding once.
Her dark eyes flicked to the refreshments, then the exit. A subtle tilt of her chin drew the attention of one officer, followed by a faint hand gesture that sent him shifting closer to the tables. Another discreet motion directed a second officer toward the main doors. The signals were restrained — meant for trained eyes — but not invisible. Guests would see the officers repositioning, a quiet reminder that Starfleet still had control of the room.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught T’Varen’s steady posture and unreadable calm. It was the same quiet strength Riley had leaned on more times than she could count during their Academy years. Just knowing T’Varen was there made it easier to keep her own head clear.
With the room a little more secure, Riley shifted her focus back to Petcham. His voice was still rising, sharp and angry. She didn’t close the distance too far — rushing him would only inflame things — but she angled her steps so he could see she was approaching. Her hands stayed open and visible at her sides, her tone quiet but carrying, laced with calm rather than authority.
“Please, I know you’re worried about him,” she said gently, her voice steady. “Doctor Alexander and the others are doing everything they can for Lexor. The best way we can help him now is to keep everyone safe and calm.”
She let her eyes meet his, not with challenge but with quiet reassurance. Come on. Work with me here. Let me help you, so no one else gets hurt.
== GM Input: How does Petcham respond to Riley’s attempt at empathy, and do the other Artanians appear to calm slightly seeing her approach, or do they grow more unsettled? ==