Meeting

The transport entered into orbit around station alpha.  Its maneuvering jets slowed the craft down allowing it to gently dock with the airlock.  Station Alpha was centuries old, it served as a ship yard for the battle ships of the interstellar wars, now it was nothing more than a hub and dry dock for cargo ships and a hub for star liners to refuel for their trips to Alpha Centauri. 

Here, there was nothing, no planet nearby or any major celestial objects.  Alpha spun in orbit of a small brown dwarf, the lighting was dim save for the station's own lights.  Its spidery framework reminded Jamison of a spider web on Earth.

Jamison made his way trough the airlock into the promenade; he had a purpose for being here.  Gathering his back pack and luggage, Jamison walked across the aisle of shops and bars to the customs counter.

A man with the bright blue uniform of the interstellar union waved Jamison over.  The man had a scanner in his hand and asked Jamison to place his luggage on the ground.  Doing so, Jamison pulled out his comm., checking for any messages as the guard waved his scanner over the luggage.

Satisfied, the guard waved Jamison through.  Jamison picked up his luggage and followed the yellow line that appeared on the wall to his room.  The room itself was small; it had a small bar and a shower.  A bed and vid screen mounted on the wall filled out the room.  Jamison placed his luggage on the bed.  Jamison sat down on the bed and lay back relaxing. 

Thoughts were running through his head.  His job was simple. Meet the ambassador and get the answer the Union needed for further negotiations.  Nearly drifting off to sleep, a chime filled the air.

Jamison got up stretching and yawning.  He pressed the panel on the wall and the door slid open.  Standing in the doorway was a dark blue skinned man in a black robe.  The robe had many different symbols on it, going up on either side of the robe. 

It amazed Jamison to see how blue the Centauri really was.  Jamison couldn't help but think of a talking blueberry when he met Centauries; it brought a chuckle to him. 

The Centauri were an old race, having being a star faring race for five hundred years.  The Centauri navigators were legendary, their exploits were myths set to tones of religion.   The Centauries had mapped most of the Orion arm of the galaxy.  With awe Jamison welcomed the Centauri in. 

 Removing his hood the Centauri bowed and sat on the bed.

"Mr. Jamison, I am here for the negotiations," the Centauri's voice was watery, sounding like a human speaking under water.

Jamison nodded and unzipped his backpack bringing out a laptop.  The screen lit up and Jamison began.

"Thank you ambassador, the interstellar union welcomes the offer you have proposed in the treaty and hopes that your government will find our proposal to your liking," Jamison said as the vid screen lit up with the screen of the laptop.

On the vid screen was a triangle shaped symbol, orange in color with red outlining the borders.  The screen switched to a picture of a man.  Jamison pointed out the man explaining.