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Chief Lovegood powered up the transporter array aiming for an Island 3 degrees above the equator on which had been detected three old mark I shuttles near a small village made in a manner reminiscent of those in the 1800s south pacific but on this mirror of mythical Bali or New Zealand. This tropical paradise though had more than Polynesians as scans revealed Andorians, Centaurians and Hybrids.


Clearly the children of survivors of of the Beagle it had been an easy decision to make contact as there appeared no other dominant species beyond fish, crustaceans and huge squadrons of birds that flowed like living streams stretching 100s of kilometers long migrating counter rotational.


The landing party had already seen picture of what they might expect when they landed and as this was not an emergency had spent 2 hours on the holodeck learning the layout of the island’s buildings and terrain along with a non reactive population. 


The survivors were all unusual because of their height in average being 195 cm and on average athletic. Most noticeable of all was the population wore basic loincloths and small colorful feather fans as hair decorations both male and female; women also by and large went topless as did the men and young children just the fans.


They materialised about 200 meters from the village on a beautiful stretch of snow white sand out in the open exposed to about 15 adults who were working on tri hulled sailing craft 40 meters away. This was meant to give the survivors a good chance of seeing the landing party and display the teams open display of non aggression.


Those young adults engaged with the sleek sailing craft looked at the and began laughing then blowing high pitched whistles made of bone.


They were a tanned people and so healthy they all looked like athletes and stood above the members of the away team by a few inches. 


[color=lightblue]Hello Starfleet long time waiting[/color] says a grinning young man of andorian mixed heritage stepping forward from his fellows his right hand outstretched and offered to the commander. 


Lt. Commander Sayer smiled and answered [color=tomato]Sorry you had to; Lieutenant Commander Sayer NCC-80145 Asterias at your service.


Am I correct in assuming that you are survivors of the NCC-1866 Beagle?[/color] she asked as she shook the large man’s hand.


He affirmed that he and the others were indeed the survivors of the Beagle and that his name was William Va’nash then welcomed the Asterias and her crew to Lasthope and the village of Paradise Mount.


As the commander and the man talked for only moments before a crowd had gathered around them and he suggested he and she head up to the hall of the elders where they could enter into discussion on their situation. He also extended the hospitality of Paradise Mount to the away team and she turned telling the team to spread out and explore.