Dinner At The Iron Boar

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Dinner At The Iron Boar

 

Duty Log: Eagle,James,T.,Lt.Sr.Grade,Tactical Officer, U.S.S. Arcadia

 

The name and image of the restaurant will remain in memory as the location Tom Servo,A member of our team and a good friend had mysteriously been abducted from by a transport beam. We had been instructed to observe and record the Hammarian's culture and day to day society interactions.

 

The mall located in the chops region, As we found out upon query from our host guide instructed to introduce us to their society...the tourist tour, I am sure, our id badges and last but not least answer our questions involving their cultural development.

 

The multi level edifice or mall if you will was obviously a commons area where we had observed many of the porkers,strike last,Porcine inhabitants come and go routinely doing their individual shopping from the numerous merchants on the various levels. The mall itself is actually quite reminiscent of ones found on Earth...with the exception of technological advancement. The mode of transport in the mall is a "Escalator",how quaint and again case in point in their tech development along with the other subtle indicators of their progress.

 

The Porcine individuals bustled about with little or no actual surprise of the team, Apparently either the people were advised of our imminent arrival or they have been acquainted with Alien races on a regular basis...and that does concern me a bit. It can mean nothing,or it could mean everything...how and whom have they had dealings with in the past,as well as the present.

 

Commander Alces and Lt.Black were in discussion as the team made it to a recommended restaurant post polling of the team as to whom was hungry. The restaurant would reveal much in my opinion as it pertains to their public interaction,food preferences...customs as the Commander had pointed out much can be revealed from the smallest of sources.

 

Commander Marx and I had been discussing the dubious star rating of the restaurant as we headed towards the Boar...along with Lt.Kent discussing the possibilities and theory on the society between she and Mr.Servo. Prior to entering the establishment Commander Alces had uttered a very sound and factual statement as it pertained to checking the food here before actually consuming any, I agreed of course ...even over the humored gesture of Mr.Black directed towards the Commander.

 

The team was greeted inside the foyer by a waiter whom identified himself as Pk'Chp and was our host for the dinner. I must admit to biting my tongue and resisting the overwhelming urge to break out in a roaring laugh. Following the amiable waiter towards our table and seating area I listened to the other porky patrons as close as was humanly possible for any indication of surprise or astonishment from those seated,no hushed or exclamatory remarks were noted as everyone seemed to continue their ....feeding casually as if Star Fleet and UFP representatives were a natural everyday occurrence.

 

Taking our seats at the large dining table Pk'Chp began passing out our menus while asking what we desired to drink prior to ordering...the group for the most part ordered water, I must admit the surprise as Commander Alces did not request the wine list and order from it first.Pk'Chp had taken our drink orders as the team discussed various items around the table...then it happened, The flash of the tell tale sign of a transport beam engulfed Tom...and subsequently he vanished before anyone could react.

 

I immediately contacted the Arcadia Tactical station to have a sensor scan of our immediate area to find a trace of the energy/ionized trail of the beam as well as a scan to lock onto Toms bio signs...with any kind of luck perhaps his transport can be traced and his location found.This appears to be developing into more than a friendly little cultural exchange...once again the crew of Arcadia are being drawn into another quagmire of unforeseen and unpleasant circumstances indeed. Computer...End Log....Beep!. :)