SD 01-04-03 - "Welcome to our Planet - Now Go Home!" - Only a few minutes here, and things have gone bad already.
If anything, this place is as bad as my vauge memories recall, if not worse.
We got to the space elevator without further trouble, passing another of those pig-like men. I still wonder about those guys as I don't recognize what species he and the others earlier were. K'Lynxyl, Brundel, and Tempres seem to be held up, but they can catch up with us later. Along the way, we ran into R'Merr's "friend" S'Varr. He had arrived at the space station, and seeing the Freedom was docked wanted to meet up with Dammers, for whatever reason. I thought his coming here was a good sign, that he researched the place before coming here. That was not the case, as he kept saying "my travel agent didn't tell me about this!"
It wasn't after we got on the elevator we were told the cables doubled as the power line from the power plant in the space station to Neo-Berkely down below. It seems local regulations not only prohibit transporter activity, but also power plants on the planet. Why they would ban them down there but have people zip down next to the power line ... in any event, that power had a drastic effect on our speed. We went down so fast, we were glued to the ceiling like Brundle. R'Merr managed to crawl back down and slow us down before we crashed.
Getting out, the first thing we noticed was a mob of people outside the "Starfleet Recruitment Center" across the street. They were throwing garbage at it, and saying "HELL NO!! WE WON'T GO!" over and over again. Fortunetly, they didn't see those of us who were wearing uniforms at first. Unfortunetly, the "Arrival" office was a mess. Not only was the clerk asleep when we got there, he took forever to find the datapad with our "paperwork." And then we were each handed other datapads filled with questionares to fill out ... I never knew datapads could hold so many questions ...
But somehow, that mob spotted us, and with shouts of "Pigs! Pigs! Pigs!" they advanced our way, throwing garbage, rocks, and other things they found I'd rather not mention. The clerk then decided he'd drive us to our destination, and we quickly got aboard. Trouble was, it was so filfthy, we might as well have been playing dodgeball with the protesters. Second problem, it wouldn't start until Dammers gave it a kick. That we ran over a deep pothole was a suggestion why it would need repairs.
On our way to the oceanfront peirs, but somehow I think this is just the begining of what can go wrong ...