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So, that was how it began. This is how it starts.
It's three days after you debarked on Ainhoa, and it's been amazing. Snorkeling among artificial reefs teeming with Terran, Agiran and Xeno sealife. Sunning by the pool at The Landing (that's the main house you saw when you first docked), fishing and grilling over the firepit with Zoo and Dinah, socializing with the other guests and Pierre, interacting with the charming but otherwise near-invisible staff. (It's hard to pinpoint the number, by the way... they wear no nametags and bear a certain family resemblance.)
Mei, this morning a new letter was waiting for you on your tablet. Please go here to read it.
This night, Pierre has arranged dinner for your foursome with Premier Lovejoy and his wife Leona, Dr. Upshaw, Ms. DeJesus (a famous singer, apparently... who knew?) and her accompanist, Mohammed Chatman. Gina DeJesus is to give an informal recital later. Mei, you have the sense that there is some public diplomacy involved here. Harold Lovejoy is the prime mover in the politics of his home world, Keiko, and a mover-and-shaker among the loose coalition of the Independent Worlds.
Dress is casual, and Dr. Upshaw, a renowned cyberneticist, has expressed interest in the capabilities and lacks of your systems, Ksenia, do you wear your arm to dinner?
Regardless, you are past the fresh-caught fish and the whole pig cooked over coals in a pit carved from the sand. You have retired to the Great Room of The Landing. Maybe you're sipping water, or juice, or maybe some of the exquisitely fermented products of Agira's numerous vineyards.
Then, in short order, three things happen:
First, you see a bright light from the harbor.
Second, you hear the boom of an explosion, which rattles the glass windows of the Great Room.
Third, about a dozen persons, dressed in paramilitary-style garb, with obvious armor beneath, burst through the doors and windows.
"Hands in the air, and empty! Now, now, now!" The leader shouts in tones of control that you recognize, Ksenia. Whoever she is, she trained with the Corps.
What do you do?