Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 3
The female urvogel slightly parted its beak and nodded its head. From where Jonah sat itlooked as if the rounded gray beak was smiling. He got up to greet the bird, extending his hand
as he stood. “Sorry I‟m late. Hope I didn‟t miss anything important.”
“You‟re fine, Mr. Parker.” The urvogel extended a featherless forewing. “Quillip„akta„ur
ublic relations liaison for our honorable science team. And you haven‟t missed anything. Infact, we‟ve rescheduled the meeting until we‟ve boarded our flight. I‟m afraid it‟s the Terran News Service crew who‟s late.”
He rolled his eyes at the mention of those pompous asses. Overpaid, well-funded, andquick to steal the spotlight from local media, the TNS broadcast throughout the Federation andhad even launched bureaus in the Urvogel Commonwealth. He was sure they would hog as muchair time with the science team as possible.
“That‟s too bad, Quillip‟akta‟ur,” he said. From behind him the service drone beeped,
alerting him that his drink was being served.
“Quillip is fine, Mr. Parker.” She waved the orb over to her.
“Another tea, Madame?” the orb said.
“Please, yes.” The orb scooted off. Quillip returned her attention to Jonah. “Let‟s sit. Icould fill you in on what I‟m going to say at the briefing. Just in case your
editor needs an
“That would be great.” He took a seat
, opened his datapad and set it to record mode whilehe listened to Quillip run down the basic itinerary for the week ahead.Their flight would arrive at Ghi orbital sometime early this evening. Following theirarrival, and before a dinner reception, Quillip would conduct a brief press conference with the
urvogel science team. “Don‟t forget to put „honorable‟ in there,” she said. Jonah cringed at the