Task wrote:
Describe two members of your crew interacting.
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It had been a few days after the explosion of Omicron-06. The Goobies that resided on Jericho were coping with the loss of the planet in their own way. Some didn't get out of bed. And some spoke to others with their opinions about what happened and the conspiracies that they had. No one knew where to start in terms of rebuilding. They couldn't just find a planet and make it their home. It had to have a sustainable atmosphere for them. But at the same time, it could take decades to eventually find a planet safe to settle down on. But what the majority of those on Jericho would agree on is that a new purpose had to be found. And quick.
It was Pandora who decided that she would go and speak to the Captain of the refugee ship, who had earlier introduced himself as T'Challa. Surely she could help get things get started off. She began to walk toward the Captain's Chair, her head held high with confidence as she walked. However, the confidence soon turned to nervousness, and the confident stride was lost. But she had to speak with the Captain for the good of the other Goobies. She approached the chair and opened her mouth to speak. At first, nothing came out, but as she tried again, she managed to get a few words out.
"Captain T'Challa. Sorry to bother you sir, but may I have a moment of your time?" Pandora said in a quiet tone. In fact, it was so quiet that she wondered if T'Challa even heard her. As she was just about to try again, she stopped herself as the Captain rose from his chair and made his way to face her.
"Who might you be?" T'Challa asked, his gaze focused on the Gooby who stood in front of him.
Pandora looked the Captain up and down, finally having a good look at him. She was silent for a few moments, the question T'Challa asked just hanging in the air. But finally, she answered. "My name is Pandora. Before Omicron-06 exploded, I was studying to be a college professor. I was quite interested in the government. A political major I guess you could say." Before she got too carried away, she stood up straight and looked at her Captain directly. "T'Challa, since we will be aboard this ship for quite a while, I figure that it might be time to form a reliable government of our own. A new council to help make the important decision." Pandora told the Captain with confidence.
"A council, hm? I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad idea. After all... I can't make the decisions all by myself." T'Challa eyed down Pandora. Something about her was speaking to him. Plus, she did have a point. They would be on this ship for awhile. And there would be some tough decisions to be made. It would only be right to have a council of their own. That way, they could help with the tough decisions. "Alright Pandora, I agree. It would be quite fitting to have a council. And since you're so educated in this area, I shall be appointing you to be the first member on Jericho's Council." He stated. "I will interview others that also many be suitable for this role. Thank you for coming to speak to me about this Pandora." T'Challa said, nodding his head to her in thanks before walking off.
Meanwhile, Pandora stood there completely shocked. Sure, she came to him about the idea of a council. But she didn't actually expect to be appointed to it if he agreed to start one. But he did start one, and he appointed her because of the education and experience that she had. Before long, a smile spread across Pandora's face as she thought about the interaction with T'Challa. She must've had a good first impression.
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