Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Nov 24, 2021 6:17:13 GMT
[ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]The unease of the cliff-side camp was broken like a drought, with a sudden deluge. S'Riia and Cerjess came with the notification nearly simultaneously: they had visitors. Vega pulled off his hood and turned to see. For him, the approaching lights were still tiny and he couldn't make out the figures, but they were there. "This is a First Contact scenario," he called to everyone. "More light, insignia visible, assume friendly intent. I want empty hands when they get here - that's phasers and tri-corders, understand? I don't want any misunderstand--" Vega cut himself off. " -- what the hell are they doing?" Both Ferengi were in a mad, short-legged dash headed straight for the approaching locals. They weren't going to attack, Vega was certain, and it was entirely the wrong direction for them to flee. Vexed, he slapped his combadge. =/\= "S'Riia, the Ferengi, cut them off. Gently." =/\= Then to Cerjess he made himself very clear. "I want to know what that message said." [ Rol, the pilot | Cliff-side camp ]Gabar was surprisingly strong for his age and size and had taller Rol off his balance and rushing along at his heels. "Gabar!" he gasped in between breaths. "Wait! The sand-jewels, where are they?" A bribe without coin was as good as a fart, and less sweet-sounding. [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Dune-top ]Cyran and his kind could see the precise moment the aliens noticed them. The still little specs in the camp animated to life, and they lit more lights. His heart beat hard, no idea what they were walking into. He lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed his thumb in an old habit. An ironic moment to nod to the goddess, when the stars had dropped its children into the dunes. Upon his round-gaited mount, Cyran lifted his binoculars again. They were all watching each other now. But what...! "What the hell are they doing?" The two short aliens with the wind-catching ears had broken off and were coming towards them at a run, hapless in the cold shifting sand. Cyran drew up the rein on his ride, and the beast lowed. He was utterly perplexed and his heart was only beating faster. Those aliens, they'd never been so ... direct. Always so far, they had been evasive and lithe and sneering. As far as Cyran knew, they'd never done anything like this mad scramble. "No. Don't stop. Let's keep going. Something's different..." Cyran urged his ride forward again. William Waring , Felicity Ellis , Left Ear to-Ennien , Isaiah Quinn , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Nov 24, 2021 18:25:04 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Desert Camp ]Well, it was a comfort to Bremmer to know she wasn't seeing things. But at the same time, they had been so bloody close without being detected, between the tricorders being nearly useless and the fact that their mission was to be as covert as possible precluding the ability to actively patrol around their camp on this wide, open ground just about entirely devoid of cover. Cover that, apparently, those people could find and use most effectively; now that would be something Eliska would be more than happy to learn from them... but later. They had been made, and the Captain started calling out preparations for a first contact situation. Bloody lovely, just the kind of thing they were supposed to avoid at all costs. "Aye Sir," she replied at his orders and slung her rifle across her back before heading to set up some lights and brighten up the camp... Just in time to see the pair of Ferengi running towards the newcomers, and hearing Vega's exclamation about them. What the hell were they doing, when they damn well knew they were supposed to stay the hell away from the locals? And that revived that thought she had back after the swarm that had savaged her hands earlier. The Ferengi had known it was coming and they were pretty damn quick about looking after themselves at everyone else's expense. They knew a lot more than they were letting on. As she worked the lights, her hand came up to her commbadge, allowing her to speak in a whisper. Who knew whether Vega would bother listening to her, but then again, if it came out in the hot wash she was deemed to have stayed sitting on information he thought he should have disclosed... =A= "Bremmer to Captain Vega. Sir, back at the swarm, I had a feeling they knew more than they were telling us. Couldn't prove it then, but I think I can now."=A= Well, that was that... [ (NPC) Fulren - Dunes ]Riding down towards the strangers' camp filled Fulren with trepidation. Of everyone who dreamed of such things, he was going to be among the ones to make true contact with aliens! There was so much he wanted to know! So much he wanted to asks! So much he couldn't because there was no way they could be speaking the same language. A That was going to be a problem. But one to be sorted out later. And now that the aliens knew they were there, and approaching, they started setting up lights and making preparations to receive their party, he could see so much more of them. The very, very short swarthy ones with them, they were running towards them... but unarmed. Had he been wrong about them? That they were some sort of servants to the taller ones and were coming to make the initial introductions? But the remainder of the group? In the cold, bright lights they were setting up he could see more of them. At least two had been heavily armed, one of them, a female, being busy putting up lights with that rifle of hers across her back. Were their soldiers also labourers? That was different, and it seemed that some male was in the middle of it all, directing the activity... And one of them was even blue! And another one was also furry, but nothing like the one that had caught his attention at first. So many differences! And he had no idea what to make of any of it. That was, until Ahme sprang upon a mention of genius. Yes, open arms. Show they weren't carrying weapons, leaving themselves wide open. Now, with some serious luck, the aliens wouldn't take that show of openness to be a boast of strength, or worse a sign of weakness! But really, what did it matter how they perceived it, if they had come with evil intent? They had come from space! Their technology would be beyond belief, and no doubt there was much they could do from up in the sky that even the most modern missiles and interceptors ever designed by Ambirren couldn't even scratch their paint... "Cyran," he started, "I think the little ones are really servants. Look how they're running like madmen to come and meet us, ahead of the others while they're preparing to receive us. Now, the furry one I pointed out a first, doesn't seem to be doing much. But that male in the middle, looks like he's giving directions. I think he's the one in charge of the expedition, and that furry one is the one who's really running their mission; see how that one had shelter when the others were just under the stars or in their vehicles?"
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Nov 25, 2021 6:52:05 GMT
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - B-975 III Desert]Cut them off, gently. It was arguably something left open for interpretation, however given this was now a first contact situation, S'Riia thought it best to limit show of technology and violence ( if it could be avoided.) That meant tagging them with a stun blast from where she stood was off the table. S'Riia had no doubt she was faster than the Ferengi as the scurried away. She immediately took off in a sprint to intercept them without a torch lit. She didn't need one given her eyesight, and that could give her an advantage at handling things quietly, as the Captain had put it. It was different running in the sand, but she could certainly see that she was making plenty of headway to meet the Ferengi before they met the locals. She had stowed her phaser rifle out of sight, but still had her side arm secured in its holster. When she was certain that she was in earshot of the Ferengi, while approaching from their left, she called out to them. "Hold it right there, both of you!" she snapped as her pace slowed just in front of them. She pulled back her robe to show her phaser. "The Captain would like a word with you before our guests arrive. And he really doesn't like to be kept waiting."
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac ] Lt. Commander Quinn kept looking over the readings from that radiation burst... specifically trying to determine its type and why the Ferengi would be directing it at the planet. He turned his attention to the planet itself and began conducting scans. If he couldn't get answers from the Ferengi, then perhaps he could learn something from the planet instead. Maybe it'd shed a little light about what they were working on. His eyes widened slightly over what he was seeing. "Captain, I think I may have found something," he reported. It wasn't as if there was much to find, but if what he was seeing was correct, then it was certainly worth noting.
Tag to Rover 1: Kaya Som , Felicity Ellis Soft Tag: Left Ear to-Ennien , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar , Felicity Ellis , William Waring
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Left Ear to-Ennien
Medical
Posts: 229 Likes: 3
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Cadet/civilian healer
Species: Sivaoan
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Post by Left Ear to-Ennien on Nov 25, 2021 15:51:52 GMT
[ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Cliffside Camp] Left Ear's eyes widened as she saw the Ferengi start running across the sand toward the approaching people, then S'Riia chase after them and cut them off. What could they be up to? She started wondering if maybe they hadn't been honest about why they were on this planet. The Sivaoan wished she could do something helpful, but she wasn't even certain of her position in a first contact encounter. Left Ear had a feeling, though, that Captain Vega's opinion on that would be for the cadet to stay out of the way. Peering toward the still oncoming natives, Left Ear noticed that some of them appeared to be holding their arms out wide. On Sivao, that could be either displaying the claws to be threatening or showing that the claws were sheathed. She had no idea if these people had claws, so that was decidedly unhelpful. Left Ear sidled slowly closer to Captain Vega, so she could both hear what was going on and be ready if he had any orders for her. The others had taken care of the lighting situation in short order, so her pupils started to shrink in the brighter light. Tag Kaya Som, softies to the others
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Nov 25, 2021 16:11:30 GMT
[ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]Vega watched S'Riia race off through the sand, appreciating for the moment, the diversity of physical capabilities the Caitians brought. Speaking of felids, the medic was in his peripherals. Bremmer's voice was chirping through his badge, and went without response. Instead he counseled the medic. "Relax," Vega prompted quietly. For the moment, Vega would do the same. Wait for S'Riia to turn back the Ferengi, wait for Cerjess to uncover their secret, and wait for their hosts to come within earshot. "They look tall," he commented. [ Rol, the pilot | Cliff-side camp ]Rol, startled, hissed when S'Riia gained he and Gabar. Seeing her weapons and now knowing what Starfleet security was capable of, he slowed down to a hesitant trudge. [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Dune-top ]"Servants...?" Cyran muttered. Fulren spoke his maybe's with certainty. "We have surprised them," Cyran added his own speculation. "But they do not seem agitated, other than the two small ones -- oh!" One of the 'furry ones' had followed the small ones, apparently trying to stop them. Cyran almost laughed at the sight. "Let's help matters. This way." Cyran gave his mount a heel and guided the rein so that the groups approach hurried into a wide arcing detour around the Ferengi. At a trot, they maneuvered deftly down the dunes. William Waring , Felicity Ellis , Left Ear to-Ennien , Isaiah Quinn , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Nov 25, 2021 23:35:00 GMT
{Quotes} [ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]The unease of the cliff-side camp was broken like a drought, with a sudden deluge. S'Riia and Cerjess came with the notification nearly simultaneously: they had visitors. Vega pulled off his hood and turned to see. For him, the approaching lights were still tiny and he couldn't make out the figures, but they were there. "This is a First Contact scenario," he called to everyone. "More light, insignia visible, assume friendly intent. I want empty hands when they get here - that's phasers and tri-corders, understand? I don't want any misunderstand--" Vega cut himself off. " -- what the hell are they doing?" Both Ferengi were in a mad, short-legged dash headed straight for the approaching locals. They weren't going to attack, Vega was certain, and it was entirely the wrong direction for them to flee. Vexed, he slapped his combadge. =/\= "S'Riia, the Ferengi, cut them off. Gently." =/\= Then to Cerjess he made himself very clear. "I want to know what that message said." [ Rol, the pilot | Cliff-side camp ]Gabar was surprisingly strong for his age and size and had taller Rol off his balance and rushing along at his heels. "Gabar!" he gasped in between breaths. "Wait! The sand-jewels, where are they?" A bribe without coin was as good as a fart, and less sweet-sounding. [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Dune-top ]Cyran and his kind could see the precise moment the aliens noticed them. The still little specs in the camp animated to life, and they lit more lights. His heart beat hard, no idea what they were walking into. He lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed his thumb in an old habit. An ironic moment to nod to the goddess, when the stars had dropped its children into the dunes. Upon his round-gaited mount, Cyran lifted his binoculars again. They were all watching each other now. But what...! "What the hell are they doing?" The two short aliens with the wind-catching ears had broken off and were coming towards them at a run, hapless in the cold shifting sand. Cyran drew up the rein on his ride, and the beast lowed. He was utterly perplexed and his heart was only beating faster. Those aliens, they'd never been so ... direct. Always so far, they had been evasive and lithe and sneering. As far as Cyran knew, they'd never done anything like this mad scramble. "No. Don't stop. Let's keep going. Something's different..." Cyran urged his ride forward again. William Waring , Felicity Ellis , Left Ear to-Ennien , Isaiah Quinn , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Desert Camp ]Well, it was a comfort to Bremmer to know she wasn't seeing things. But at the same time, they had been so bloody close without being detected, between the tricorders being nearly useless and the fact that their mission was to be as covert as possible precluding the ability to actively patrol around their camp on this wide, open ground just about entirely devoid of cover. Cover that, apparently, those people could find and use most effectively; now that would be something Eliska would be more than happy to learn from them... but later. They had been made, and the Captain started calling out preparations for a first contact situation. Bloody lovely, just the kind of thing they were supposed to avoid at all costs. "Aye Sir," she replied at his orders and slung her rifle across her back before heading to set up some lights and brighten up the camp... Just in time to see the pair of Ferengi running towards the newcomers, and hearing Vega's exclamation about them. What the hell were they doing, when they damn well knew they were supposed to stay the hell away from the locals? And that revived that thought she had back after the swarm that had savaged her hands earlier. The Ferengi had known it was coming and they were pretty damn quick about looking after themselves at everyone else's expense. They knew a lot more than they were letting on. As she worked the lights, her hand came up to her commbadge, allowing her to speak in a whisper. Who knew whether Vega would bother listening to her, but then again, if it came out in the hot wash she was deemed to have stayed sitting on information he thought he should have disclosed... =A= "Bremmer to Captain Vega. Sir, back at the swarm, I had a feeling they knew more than they were telling us. Couldn't prove it then, but I think I can now."=A= Well, that was that... [ (NPC) Fulren - Dunes ]Riding down towards the strangers' camp filled Fulren with trepidation. Of everyone who dreamed of such things, he was going to be among the ones to make true contact with aliens! There was so much he wanted to know! So much he wanted to asks! So much he couldn't because there was no way they could be speaking the same language. A That was going to be a problem. But one to be sorted out later. And now that the aliens knew they were there, and approaching, they started setting up lights and making preparations to receive their party, he could see so much more of them. The very, very short swarthy ones with them, they were running towards them... but unarmed. Had he been wrong about them? That they were some sort of servants to the taller ones and were coming to make the initial introductions? But the remainder of the group? In the cold, bright lights they were setting up he could see more of them. At least two had been heavily armed, one of them, a female, being busy putting up lights with that rifle of hers across her back. Were their soldiers also labourers? That was different, and it seemed that some male was in the middle of it all, directing the activity... And one of them was even blue! And another one was also furry, but nothing like the one that had caught his attention at first. So many differences! And he had no idea what to make of any of it. That was, until Ahme sprang upon a mention of genius. Yes, open arms. Show they weren't carrying weapons, leaving themselves wide open. Now, with some serious luck, the aliens wouldn't take that show of openness to be a boast of strength, or worse a sign of weakness! But really, what did it matter how they perceived it, if they had come with evil intent? They had come from space! Their technology would be beyond belief, and no doubt there was much they could do from up in the sky that even the most modern missiles and interceptors ever designed by Ambirren couldn't even scratch their paint... "Cyran," he started, "I think the little ones are really servants. Look how they're running like madmen to come and meet us, ahead of the others while they're preparing to receive us. Now, the furry one I pointed out a first, doesn't seem to be doing much. But that male in the middle, looks like he's giving directions. I think he's the one in charge of the expedition, and that furry one is the one who's really running their mission; see how that one had shelter when the others were just under the stars or in their vehicles?"
Tag Kaya Som Felicity Ellis Softs to everyone else. [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - B-975 III Desert]Cut them off, gently. It was arguably something left open for interpretation, however given this was now a first contact situation, S'Riia thought it best to limit show of technology and violence ( if it could be avoided.) That meant tagging them with a stun blast from where she stood was off the table. S'Riia had no doubt she was faster than the Ferengi as the scurried away. She immediately took off in a sprint to intercept them without a torch lit. She didn't need one given her eyesight, and that could give her an advantage at handling things quietly, as the Captain had put it. It was different running in the sand, but she could certainly see that she was making plenty of headway to meet the Ferengi before they met the locals. She had stowed her phaser rifle out of sight, but still had her side arm secured in its holster. When she was certain that she was in earshot of the Ferengi, while approaching from their left, she called out to them. "Hold it right there, both of you!" she snapped as her pace slowed just in front of them. She pulled back her robe to show her phaser. "The Captain would like a word with you before our guests arrive. And he really doesn't like to be kept waiting."
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac ] Lt. Commander Quinn kept looking over the readings from that radiation burst... specifically trying to determine its type and why the Ferengi would be directing it at the planet. He turned his attention to the planet itself and began conducting scans. If he couldn't get answers from the Ferengi, then perhaps he could learn something from the planet instead. Maybe it'd shed a little light about what they were working on. His eyes widened slightly over what he was seeing. "Captain, I think I may have found something," he reported. It wasn't as if there was much to find, but if what he was seeing was correct, then it was certainly worth noting.
Tag to Rover 1: Kaya Som , Felicity Ellis Soft Tag: Left Ear to-Ennien , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar , Felicity Ellis , William Waring [ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]Vega watched S'Riia race off through the sand, appreciating for the moment, the diversity of physical capabilities the Caitians brought. Speaking of felids, the medic was in his peripherals. Bremmer's voice was chirping through his badge, and went without response. Instead he counseled the medic. "Relax," Vega prompted quietly. For the moment, Vega would do the same. Wait for S'Riia to turn back the Ferengi, wait for Cerjess to uncover their secret, and wait for their hosts to come within earshot. "They look tall," he commented. [ Rol, the pilot | Cliff-side camp ]Rol, startled, hissed when S'Riia gained he and Gabar. Seeing her weapons and now knowing what Starfleet security was capable of, he slowed down to a hesitant trudge. [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Dune-top ]"Servants...?" Cyran muttered. Fulren spoke his maybe's with certainty. "We have surprised them," Cyran added his own speculation. "But they do not seem agitated, other than the two small ones -- oh!" One of the 'furry ones' had followed the small ones, apparently trying to stop them. Cyran almost laughed at the sight. "Let's help matters. This way." Cyran gave his mount a heel and guided the rein so that the groups approach hurried into a wide arcing detour around the Ferengi. At a trot, they maneuvered deftly down the dunes. William Waring , Felicity Ellis , Left Ear to-Ennien , Isaiah Quinn , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar [Officer Gabar - Cliffside Camp]Gabar of course heard his compatriot's concern, but did not stop. His feet dug deep into the sand of the dunes, and then almost immediately, displaced grains filled in the holes his heels were making. It was hard work, and poor Gabar had almost been murdered on this expedition, so despite the cool temperature he was quickly breaking out into a sweat. He reached beneath his blanket, which was now tied securely in a knot around his chest and flapping behind him like a hero's cape, and felt around for the leather pouch he'd secreted beneath his vest. "I have the jewels I'd offered their fee-male pilot earlier," he muttered, carefully fingering the small, tied bag as though to reassure himself that he hadn't lost it when he'd been tossed around. "It should be enough, Rol! The chatty, dim one will take anything from us as a bribe I think!" Gabar had no idea what the others were like, but he assumed they'd all be equally as eager to please them. The Ferengi Officer was slower to break his pace than Rol had been. He looked with some disdain at yet another Starfleeter threatening their lives, sneered, and started moving toward the Ambirren party once again. "No."The giant house pet was scarier than this one. Getting stunned by a phaser would hurt less than having a rib broken, Gabar was sure, so he decided to call the officer's bluff. He would add it to his compensation request. These people really were loathsome.When he noticed the tall idiots change direction, Gabar loosed a string of Ferengi words, filthy of meaning and sound. He compensated by changing his own, though this time he was indeed pointed back toward Vega and his motley crew. "What is the meaning of this, Captain? Why are your people all trying to kill us!?" He demanded as he approached, voice raised to carry on the muted desert breeze. [Ahme Eletea - Dunes -> Camp]The lope of her mount appeared gentle with Ahme on board, but the truth was they'd all been riding almost as soon as they could walk, and the action looked smooth, natural. She was listening as the others posited their theories, her glasses raised to her eyes as she 'Hmmmed' and 'Ummmed' in response. She was looking straight at the small ones with the breakfast bowl ears when she spoke up again. "These people don't seem like they're together, together. One of the furry ones seems to be threatening the small ones." She narrowed her eyes behind the binocs, trying to figure out if the object the furry soldier was flashing was indeed dangerous. Another one, a hairless one, also had a large, violent looking contraption strapped to her back. It looked like a darker, oilier version of an ambi-staff. "There is some discord." Creatures were running about, lights were being lit for some reason, and none of them seemed to know where to stand. "I do not think they are here for us."It wasn't long before they were within hearing distance. Ahme remained silent, believing it was Cyran's place to make the introductions, or to receive the threats - whichever the case may be. Her golden palms were slick on her reins.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Nov 26, 2021 17:40:05 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - B-975 III - Middle of Nowhere]After Vega finished giving out the orders, Syl helped the others with turning on more lights to appear more friendly. The Ferengi pair running off didn't go unnoticed, and she scowled as she watched them. It was almost like they were trying to prevent the locals from reaching the camp... S'Riia took off after them in quite an impressive speed, and there was nothing left for her to do but wait with those remaining. So she watched as the floating lights grew steadily closer, until she could make out the figures riding the large shaggy beasts. They moved around S'Riia and the Ferengi... seemingly uninterested in them... and continued to head straight towards the camp. What was that all about? [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - B-975 III - Desert Camp]"Yessir," was his only response to the order. Cerjess immediately turned his attention back to his equipment and began to tune in specifically on that burst of radiation. He wasn't a hacker though, and worried he wouldn't be able to uncover it. Where was Kova when you needed her? At least the Lieutenant knew his equipment, and he delved into the detailed process of separating the layers of the scan. Hopefully he'd be able to give the Captain the answer before the Ferengi got them all killed.
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Nov 27, 2021 14:28:07 GMT
[Shavan Th’zhaar - Cliffside Camp]
With it too late to hide their presence, apparently they were were going through with first contact after all. Shavan continued to watch the unfolding scene with the Ferengi for a moment longer, as he complied with the captain’s order and holstered his phaser and tricorder.
With little else to do at this point, he moved back toward the middle of camp, assisting with the lights before crossing over to stand nearer to the others. His gaze followed this planet’s inhabitants with mild curiosity as they drew close enough to see clearly.
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Nov 27, 2021 19:19:45 GMT
[ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Cliffside camp ]The disorganization on the part of the visitors actually gave Cyran an unexpected confidence. The haze of an advanced civilization with the perfect society coming to Omir like angels, it was clearing away to something that seemed familiar. Conflict, scramble, making do - all these things Cyran and every other person on this planet had to deal with all the time. It made things simpler. A stone's throw away from the rovers, Cyran dismounted and gestured that the other four should as well: Ahme, Fulren, Kerym, and her brother Kailu. He didn't need to tell them all to stay calm, if such a thing was even possible. The new aliens were all short, like children but did not seem young to Cyran. They had hair on their heads of browns and pale yellow, but their skin tone varied far more - that lad there, he was blue-green. But their general form, it was all very Ambirren. "Hello!" Cryan called out. "Can you understand me?" [ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]Indeed, the approaching locals were tall. To Vega's eye, they could be a family unit. They wore no rank, their clothing and tack on the animals looked sophisticated, and it seemed their primary means of communication was verbal. The Universal Translator was functioning. Vega took a few steps forward, just enough. He kept his hands visible. "Yes, we can. I am Captain Oberon Vega of the United Federation of Planets. What should I call you?" [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren ]Cyran was chilled to his core, but he steadied his heart. "I am Cyran Iarsatra, mayor of Hiverna. These are ... " Cyran didn't know what to say. Who were they really? Ahme, she was steady. Fulren, a nephew of a cousin, a boy-who-fell-in-holes because he looked at stars too much. And Kerym and Kailu - they were ranchers. They knew this desert like the back of their hands. "We are Ambirren! Welcome to Omir!" Sweet Kerym interjected, beaming at Fulren. Cryan smiled. Yes, that they were. He wanted to demand answers, he wanted to understand what as going on, but if they were going to do this right... "Do you have everything you need?" he called out. "Food? Water? Is anyone injured?"
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Nov 27, 2021 21:36:35 GMT
{Quoted Post(s)} [NPC - PO1 S'Riia - B-975 III Desert]Cut them off, gently. It was arguably something left open for interpretation, however given this was now a first contact situation, S'Riia thought it best to limit show of technology and violence ( if it could be avoided.) That meant tagging them with a stun blast from where she stood was off the table. S'Riia had no doubt she was faster than the Ferengi as the scurried away. She immediately took off in a sprint to intercept them without a torch lit. She didn't need one given her eyesight, and that could give her an advantage at handling things quietly, as the Captain had put it. It was different running in the sand, but she could certainly see that she was making plenty of headway to meet the Ferengi before they met the locals. She had stowed her phaser rifle out of sight, but still had her side arm secured in its holster. When she was certain that she was in earshot of the Ferengi, while approaching from their left, she called out to them. "Hold it right there, both of you!" she snapped as her pace slowed just in front of them. She pulled back her robe to show her phaser. "The Captain would like a word with you before our guests arrive. And he really doesn't like to be kept waiting."
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Bridge, USS Mac ] Lt. Commander Quinn kept looking over the readings from that radiation burst... specifically trying to determine its type and why the Ferengi would be directing it at the planet. He turned his attention to the planet itself and began conducting scans. If he couldn't get answers from the Ferengi, then perhaps he could learn something from the planet instead. Maybe it'd shed a little light about what they were working on. His eyes widened slightly over what he was seeing. "Captain, I think I may have found something," he reported. It wasn't as if there was much to find, but if what he was seeing was correct, then it was certainly worth noting.
Tag to Rover 1: Kaya Som , Felicity Ellis Soft Tag: Left Ear to-Ennien , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar , Felicity Ellis , William Waring [ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Cliffside Camp] Left Ear's eyes widened as she saw the Ferengi start running across the sand toward the approaching people, then S'Riia chase after them and cut them off. What could they be up to? She started wondering if maybe they hadn't been honest about why they were on this planet. The Sivaoan wished she could do something helpful, but she wasn't even certain of her position in a first contact encounter. Left Ear had a feeling, though, that Captain Vega's opinion on that would be for the cadet to stay out of the way. Peering toward the still oncoming natives, Left Ear noticed that some of them appeared to be holding their arms out wide. On Sivao, that could be either displaying the claws to be threatening or showing that the claws were sheathed. She had no idea if these people had claws, so that was decidedly unhelpful. Left Ear sidled slowly closer to Captain Vega, so she could both hear what was going on and be ready if he had any orders for her. The others had taken care of the lighting situation in short order, so her pupils started to shrink in the brighter light. Tag Kaya Som , softies to the others [ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]Vega watched S'Riia race off through the sand, appreciating for the moment, the diversity of physical capabilities the Caitians brought. Speaking of felids, the medic was in his peripherals. Bremmer's voice was chirping through his badge, and went without response. Instead he counseled the medic. "Relax," Vega prompted quietly. For the moment, Vega would do the same. Wait for S'Riia to turn back the Ferengi, wait for Cerjess to uncover their secret, and wait for their hosts to come within earshot. "They look tall," he commented. [ Rol, the pilot | Cliff-side camp ]Rol, startled, hissed when S'Riia gained he and Gabar. Seeing her weapons and now knowing what Starfleet security was capable of, he slowed down to a hesitant trudge. [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Dune-top ]"Servants...?" Cyran muttered. Fulren spoke his maybe's with certainty. "We have surprised them," Cyran added his own speculation. "But they do not seem agitated, other than the two small ones -- oh!" One of the 'furry ones' had followed the small ones, apparently trying to stop them. Cyran almost laughed at the sight. "Let's help matters. This way." Cyran gave his mount a heel and guided the rein so that the groups approach hurried into a wide arcing detour around the Ferengi. At a trot, they maneuvered deftly down the dunes. William Waring , Felicity Ellis , Left Ear to-Ennien , Isaiah Quinn , Eliska Bremmer , Syl O'Connell , Shavan Th'zhaar [Officer Gabar - Cliffside Camp]Gabar of course heard his compatriot's concern, but did not stop. His feet dug deep into the sand of the dunes, and then almost immediately, displaced grains filled in the holes his heels were making. It was hard work, and poor Gabar had almost been murdered on this expedition, so despite the cool temperature he was quickly breaking out into a sweat. He reached beneath his blanket, which was now tied securely in a knot around his chest and flapping behind him like a hero's cape, and felt around for the leather pouch he'd secreted beneath his vest. "I have the jewels I'd offered their fee-male pilot earlier," he muttered, carefully fingering the small, tied bag as though to reassure himself that he hadn't lost it when he'd been tossed around. "It should be enough, Rol! The chatty, dim one will take anything from us as a bribe I think!" Gabar had no idea what the others were like, but he assumed they'd all be equally as eager to please them. The Ferengi Officer was slower to break his pace than Rol had been. He looked with some disdain at yet another Starfleeter threatening their lives, sneered, and started moving toward the Ambirren party once again. "No."The giant house pet was scarier than this one. Getting stunned by a phaser would hurt less than having a rib broken, Gabar was sure, so he decided to call the officer's bluff. He would add it to his compensation request. These people really were loathsome.When he noticed the tall idiots change direction, Gabar loosed a string of Ferengi words, filthy of meaning and sound. He compensated by changing his own, though this time he was indeed pointed back toward Vega and his motley crew. "What is the meaning of this, Captain? Why are your people all trying to kill us!?" He demanded as he approached, voice raised to carry on the muted desert breeze. [Ahme Eletea - Dunes -> Camp]The lope of her mount appeared gentle with Ahme on board, but the truth was they'd all been riding almost as soon as they could walk, and the action looked smooth, natural. She was listening as the others posited their theories, her glasses raised to her eyes as she 'Hmmmed' and 'Ummmed' in response. She was looking straight at the small ones with the breakfast bowl ears when she spoke up again. "These people don't seem like they're together, together. One of the furry ones seems to be threatening the small ones." She narrowed her eyes behind the binocs, trying to figure out if the object the furry soldier was flashing was indeed dangerous. Another one, a hairless one, also had a large, violent looking contraption strapped to her back. It looked like a darker, oilier version of an ambi-staff. "There is some discord." Creatures were running about, lights were being lit for some reason, and none of them seemed to know where to stand. "I do not think they are here for us."It wasn't long before they were within hearing distance. Ahme remained silent, believing it was Cyran's place to make the introductions, or to receive the threats - whichever the case may be. Her golden palms were slick on her reins.
Tags: Kaya Som , Isaiah Quinn , Eliska Bremmer , softs camp. [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - B-975 III - Middle of Nowhere]After Vega finished giving out the orders, Syl helped the others with turning on more lights to appear more friendly. The Ferengi pair running off didn't go unnoticed, and she scowled as she watched them. It was almost like they were trying to prevent the locals from reaching the camp... S'Riia took off after them in quite an impressive speed, and there was nothing left for her to do but wait with those remaining. So she watched as the floating lights grew steadily closer, until she could make out the figures riding the large shaggy beasts. They moved around S'Riia and the Ferengi... seemingly uninterested in them... and continued to head straight towards the camp. What was that all about? [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - B-975 III - Desert Camp]"Yessir," was his only response to the order. Cerjess immediately turned his attention back to his equipment and began to tune in specifically on that burst of radiation. He wasn't a hacker though, and worried he wouldn't be able to uncover it. Where was Kova when you needed her? At least the Lieutenant knew his equipment, and he delved into the detailed process of separating the layers of the scan. Hopefully he'd be able to give the Captain the answer before the Ferengi got them all killed.
Tag Kaya Som [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Cliffside Camp] With it too late to hide their presence, apparently they were were going through with first contact after all. Shavan continued to watch the unfolding scene with the Ferengi for a moment longer, as he complied with the captain’s order and holstered his phaser and tricorder. With little else to do at this point, he moved back toward the middle of camp, assisting with the lights before crossing over to stand nearer to the others. His gaze followed this planet’s inhabitants with mild curiosity as they drew close enough to see clearly. [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren | Cliffside camp ]The disorganization on the part of the visitors actually gave Cyran an unexpected confidence. The haze of an advanced civilization with the perfect society coming to Omir like angels, it was clearing away to something that seemed familiar. Conflict, scramble, making do - all these things Cyran and every other person on this planet had to deal with all the time. It made things simpler. A stone's throw away from the rovers, Cyran dismounted and gestured that the other four should as well: Ahme, Fulren, Kerym, and her brother Kailu. He didn't need to tell them all to stay calm, if such a thing was even possible. The new aliens were all short, like children but did not seem young to Cyran. They had hair on their heads of browns and pale yellow, but their skin tone varied far more - that lad there, he was blue-green. But their general form, it was all very Ambirren. "Hello!" Cryan called out. "Can you understand me?" [ Capt. Oberon Vega (bio) | Cliffside camp ]Indeed, the approaching locals were tall. To Vega's eye, they could be a family unit. They wore no rank, their clothing and tack on the animals looked sophisticated, and it seemed their primary means of communication was verbal. The Universal Translator was functioning. Vega took a few steps forward, just enough. He kept his hands visible. "Yes, we can. I am Captain Oberon Vega of the United Federation of Planets. What should I call you?" [ Cyran Iarsatra, Ambirren ]Cyran was chilled to his core, but he steadied his heart. "I am Cyran Iarsatra, mayor of Hiverna. These are ... " Cyran didn't know what to say. Who were they really? Ahme, she was steady. Fulren, a nephew of a cousin, a boy-who-fell-in-holes because he looked at stars too much. And Kerym and Kailu - they were ranchers. They knew this desert like the back of their hands. "We are Ambirren! Welcome to Omir!" Sweet Kerym interjected, beaming at Fulren. Cryan smiled. Yes, that they were. He wanted to demand answers, he wanted to understand what as going on, but if they were going to do this right... "Do you have everything you need?" he called out. "Food? Water? Is anyone injured?" [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Desert Camp ]Bremmer wasn't entirely surprised she was being ignored. Though, she had the clear feeling that she would have needed divine assistance had she not reported the incoming aliens, let alone made herself useful when the word to make the camp ready for their arrival had been ordered. However, she did not approach the Captain nor where the alien group, which was not curving around the Ferengi; instead, she took a position a little ways off and to the side. If anything, she was adopting an overwatch position; perhaps friendly intent was to be assumed, but she was officially out of the equation; which didn't mean she would let anything untowards happen. Now, when the Ferengi returned towards Vega, she could not understand what they were saying when they were going off in their own language, but one didn't need a UT to understand when there was profanity involved, at least most of the times. And they weren't happy all right. And bloody ridiculous. But then again, they, and especially Gabar, struck her as the kind who would take deep personal insult to anything that wasn't going precisely the way they wanted, and to not having people bend over backwards for them. And that was even before getting into the whole thing about their moving to make contact with the locals, when they were dealing with a legitimate and sensitive Prime Directive situation, which they had to at least have been aware of... And, yes, the aliens were bloody tall; and it didn't help Eliska wasn't precisely a towering presence herself. But having them tower half a meter or so above her was a different sort of feeling all right. However, she simply stood there, her hands at her sides, and nowhere near her weapons. [ (NPC) Fulren - Dunes ]Well, that was an interesting development. A command from the male in the center sent another furry one to intercept the very short and swarthy ones, the ones with the very large ears, and at Cyran's order they even gave those two a wide berth and made right for the camp. And Fulren, well, might have been wrong about the relationships between those aliens. Though, truly, all he had was suppositions based on how they acted... but how could he know how those people thought? What their mindsets were? They were aliens! Who knew if they were even on the same plane of consciousness? As they dismounted, Fulren stretched the pace a little to stay close to Cyran, who approached the male who had been giving orders, and called out a greeting. And the response made him nearly fall to his knees. The alien... understood them? And replied in their own tongue? The shock was brutal, to the point that he almost hadn't registered that Kerym had stolen his thunder by speaking to the aliens in his stead. This was... unexpected. How could they possibly speak the same language? But then again, they sort of looked Ambirren, didn't they? "How do you speak our language?" he blurted out instantly. "Have you been studying us? Probing us? How long have you been watching us? Or did you steal it from our minds?"
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Left Ear to-Ennien
Medical
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Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Cadet/civilian healer
Species: Sivaoan
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Post by Left Ear to-Ennien on Nov 29, 2021 0:45:53 GMT
[ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Cliffside Camp] The Sivaoan's ears laid back briefly in surprise at the downright kind admonition from the captain to relax. Still, her ears returned to a forward position and ears, whiskers and tail all quivered with anticipation as the tall beings calmly approached their position. Left Ear continued to watch carefully as the one who seemed to be the leader offered a greeting and the captain returned it. Then another one - was he younger than the others? - burst out with a barrage of questions. The cadet's body relaxed as her tail sprang into a corkscrew. This one reminded her very much of herself. Hesitantly, she stepped a little closer to the one who'd asked all the questions and lifted her arms slightly above shoulder height, one hand slightly ahead of the other. She briefly displayed her claws then retracted them in an ancient greeting from Sivao. Better to err on the side of formality for now. ' I am called Left Ear to-Ennien,' she said, deliberately speaking in the lyrical hisses, snarls and yowls of her own language, knowing that the difference between what she was saying and the UT's rendering would be more apparent. ' I don't speak the same language either, but we have a device that makes it possible for us to understand each other,' Left Ear went on. She stood relaxed with her hands at her sides, though her ears continued to swivel and tail flicked and swiped occasionally in excitement. ' May I ask what to call you? Is that polite in your culture?' Tag Eliska Bremmer, softs to everyone else
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
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Rank: Commander
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Nov 29, 2021 23:20:04 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity jumped at the unexpected disturbance, causing her stack of PADDs to fall over. They clattered noisily to the ground and onto the empty seat next to her on the Bridge. She looked at the mess, her face a mixture of disappointment and impatience. At least the interruption heralded a bit of possible action. She'd had no idea that they were looking for anything, but when Quinn declared he'd found something, she all but pounced on it. "What is it, Commander?" [Ahme Eletea - Camp]They were small in stature when compared to the Ambirren, yet that did not lessen Ahme's worry. She had slid from her mount and stood behind Cyran, equally as shocked when the strangers began to speak their language. She took a step forward, trying to figure out how these creatures had learned everything so quickly. It wasn't until the one named Left Ear to-Ennien spoke; when the words did not match the movements, that she began to understand what they were being told. It was a marvel, truly. But Ahme was not Fulren - she was not so easily swayed by shiny things. "Why have you come?" She asked, believing it to be the most important question. She turned toward the smallest aliens of the group, the ones with the breakfast-bowl ears, and asked, "And why have you returned?"
Tags: Kaya Som , Isaiah Quinn, Left Ear to-Ennien , Eliska Bremmer , softs all.
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Nov 30, 2021 0:29:47 GMT
[Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - B-975 III - Middle of Nowhere]Suddenly faced with an entire group of entirely unknowns... Syl found herself subconsciously gravitating towards Shavan in the center of the camp. Her hands were empty, as instructed, and she kept them loose at her sides. Her gaze darted between each of the locals as they spoke, her brow furrowing slightly at the comment directed at the Ferengi pair. So they had already made contact... Someone was going to have a lot to say about that, but it definitely wasn't going to be her. "We haven't been watching you at all," she explained gently to the one with the most questions. "We only came looking for those who were lost. Others like them," she nodded her head to Gabar and Rol. Understandably, the locals seemed most concerned about their motives for being here. Hopefully they would point them in the direction of the other Ferengi they were looking for, and they could all be on their way before the Prime Directive was violated any further. Tag Eliska Bremmer Felicity Ellis Soft Shavan Th'zhaar [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - B-975 III - Desert Camp]After quickly setting the PADD to desconstruct the layers of protection comprising the mysterious transmission, he set both it and the tricorder on the ground next to him, as ordered. He didn't move to greet the locals, not wanting it to look as though they were all moving into some sort of formation. Though he was considering at least standing up, considering he felt dwarfed looking up at them from his position on the ground. A sudden vibration beside him caught his attention, and he glanced down to read the message that flicked across his screen. Of course it would be decrypted now, at the worst possible time for him to interrupt the Captain. Blurting it out in front of the Ferengi pair would not be a good idea... and there was no way to be discreet about it without increasing the locals' concern. Well... no way to say anything discreetly... Shifting his position on the ground so he was sitting facing the Captain, he feigned a short coughing fit. "My apologies," he stated after clearing his throat. "The dust here doesn't agree with me." But even as he spoke, his gaze never left Vega, hoping the man would at the very least glance back at him. If he did, Cerjess would discreetly nod at the PADD beside him, and hope the man understood what he was trying to say. Tag Kaya Som Felicity Ellis Eliska Bremmer
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Post by Kaya Som on Nov 30, 2021 4:25:24 GMT
[ Capt. Oberon Vega | Cyran Iarsatra | Cliffside camp ]There were many schools of thought concerning how First Contact should be conducted, and they varied a great deal in how hierarchy should be observed, but most First Contacts were planned. Protocol in the wilderness, protocol in 'ambush diplomacy, was about making it through with as little show of conflict as possible. And so Vega allowed the informality to continue, as long as it was working. "Lost?" Cyran exclaimed. "Lost? You lot seem lost. They -," he nodded to the big-eared aliens. "If they are lost, they have been very deliberately lost for several months. Fulren, show them." The Ambirren party had with them a piece of the downed probe, a hull plate with writing on it they had been unable to decipher but was clearly a language. Vega did not hide his unhappiness as this revelation that the Ferengi had not been so naive of this place as they claimed - a suspicion they had already begun to substantiate. Gabar and Rol stood guilty not so far off in the sand and there was no reason to think their keen ears would not pick up every word of the conversation. "It is the practice of our Federation not to influence civilizations who have not yet developed faster-than-light travel," Vega began to explain. "Our friends the Ferengi," (Vega supplied a name for them), "are not supposed to be here. We'd have sooner left you in peace." Cyran looked to his kin. Eager Fulren, the siblings, steady Ahme. Who were they to be a party to an interstellar diplomatic conflict between space-faring alliances? Farmers, ranchers, students, hayseeds the lot of them. "There are better ways to stay hidden in the Dranse," Cyran said drolly. "We have autos, too, but our runners don't make dust clouds."
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
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Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Nov 30, 2021 4:57:19 GMT
[ Cadet Left Ear to-Ennien - Cliffside Camp] The Sivaoan's ears laid back briefly in surprise at the downright kind admonition from the captain to relax. Still, her ears returned to a forward position and ears, whiskers and tail all quivered with anticipation as the tall beings calmly approached their position. Left Ear continued to watch carefully as the one who seemed to be the leader offered a greeting and the captain returned it. Then another one - was he younger than the others? - burst out with a barrage of questions. The cadet's body relaxed as her tail sprang into a corkscrew. This one reminded her very much of herself. Hesitantly, she stepped a little closer to the one who'd asked all the questions and lifted her arms slightly above shoulder height, one hand slightly ahead of the other. She briefly displayed her claws then retracted them in an ancient greeting from Sivao. Better to err on the side of formality for now. ' I am called Left Ear to-Ennien,' she said, deliberately speaking in the lyrical hisses, snarls and yowls of her own language, knowing that the difference between what she was saying and the UT's rendering would be more apparent. ' I don't speak the same language either, but we have a device that makes it possible for us to understand each other,' Left Ear went on. She stood relaxed with her hands at her sides, though her ears continued to swivel and tail flicked and swiped occasionally in excitement. ' May I ask what to call you? Is that polite in your culture?' Tag Eliska Bremmer , softs to everyone else [Felicity Ellis - Bridge, USS Mac]Felicity jumped at the unexpected disturbance, causing her stack of PADDs to fall over. They clattered noisily to the ground and onto the empty seat next to her on the Bridge. She looked at the mess, her face a mixture of disappointment and impatience. At least the interruption heralded a bit of possible action. She'd had no idea that they were looking for anything, but when Quinn declared he'd found something, she all but pounced on it. "What is it, Commander?" [Ahme Eletea - Camp]They were small in stature when compared to the Ambirren, yet that did not lessen Ahme's worry. She had slid from her mount and stood behind Cyran, equally as shocked when the strangers began to speak their language. She took a step forward, trying to figure out how these creatures had learned everything so quickly. It wasn't until the one named Left Ear to-Ennien spoke; when the words did not match the movements, that she began to understand what they were being told. It was a marvel, truly. But Ahme was not Fulren - she was not so easily swayed by shiny things. "Why have you come?" She asked, believing it to be the most important question. She turned toward the smallest aliens of the group, the ones with the breakfast-bowl ears, and asked, "And why have you returned?"
Tags: Kaya Som , Isaiah Quinn , Left Ear to-Ennien , Eliska Bremmer , softs all. [Lt. JG Syl O'Connell - B-975 III - Middle of Nowhere]Suddenly faced with an entire group of entirely unknowns... Syl found herself subconsciously gravitating towards Shavan in the center of the camp. Her hands were empty, as instructed, and she kept them loose at her sides. Her gaze darted between each of the locals as they spoke, her brow furrowing slightly at the comment directed at the Ferengi pair. So they had already made contact... Someone was going to have a lot to say about that, but it definitely wasn't going to be her. "We haven't been watching you at all," she explained gently to the one with the most questions. "We only came looking for those who were lost. Others like them," she nodded her head to Gabar and Rol. Understandably, the locals seemed most concerned about their motives for being here. Hopefully they would point them in the direction of the other Ferengi they were looking for, and they could all be on their way before the Prime Directive was violated any further. Tag Eliska Bremmer Felicity Ellis Soft Shavan Th'zhaar [Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - B-975 III - Desert Camp]After quickly setting the PADD to desconstruct the layers of protection comprising the mysterious transmission, he set both it and the tricorder on the ground next to him, as ordered. He didn't move to greet the locals, not wanting it to look as though they were all moving into some sort of formation. Though he was considering at least standing up, considering he felt dwarfed looking up at them from his position on the ground. A sudden vibration beside him caught his attention, and he glanced down to read the message that flicked across his screen. Of course it would be decrypted now, at the worst possible time for him to interrupt the Captain. Blurting it out in front of the Ferengi pair would not be a good idea... and there was no way to be discreet about it without increasing the locals' concern. Well... no way to say anything discreetly... Shifting his position on the ground so he was sitting facing the Captain, he feigned a short coughing fit. "My apologies," he stated after clearing his throat. "The dust here doesn't agree with me." But even as he spoke, his gaze never left Vega, hoping the man would at the very least glance back at him. If he did, Cerjess would discreetly nod at the PADD beside him, and hope the man understood what he was trying to say. Tag Kaya Som Felicity Ellis Eliska Bremmer [ Capt. Oberon Vega | Cyran Iarsatra | Cliffside camp ]There were many schools of thought concerning how First Contact should be conducted, and they varied a great deal in how hierarchy should be observed, but most First Contacts were planned. Protocol in the wilderness, protocol in 'ambush diplomacy, was about making it through with as little show of conflict as possible. And so Vega allowed the informality to continue, as long as it was working. "Lost?" Cyran exclaimed. "Lost? You lot seem lost. They -," he nodded to the big-eared aliens. "If they are lost, they have been very deliberately lost for several months. Fulren, show them." The Ambirren party had with them a piece of the downed probe, a hull plate with writing on it they had been unable to decipher but was clearly a language. Vega did not hide his unhappiness as this revelation that the Ferengi had not been so naive of this place as they claimed - a suspicion they had already begun to substantiate. Gabar and Rol stood guilty not so far off in the sand and there was no reason to think their keen ears would not pick up every word of the conversation. "It is the practice of our Federation not to influence civilizations who have not yet developed faster-than-light travel," Vega began to explain. "Our friends the Ferengi," (Vega supplied a name for them), "are not supposed to be here. We'd have sooner left you in peace." Cyran looked to his kin. Eager Fulren, the siblings, steady Ahme. Who were they to be a party to an interstellar diplomatic conflict between space-faring alliances? Farmers, ranchers, students, hayseeds the lot of them. "There are better ways to stay hidden in the Dranse," Cyran said drolly. "We have autos, too, but our runners don't make dust clouds." [ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Desert Camp ]So, not it was getting interesting all right. The locals, the Ambirren, who called this rock Omir, had made contact. Now, Bremmer wasn't about to pretend to be a first contact specialist, or an expert on the Prime Directive, let alone the treaty that the Ferengi had signed, that left the Federation as the stewards of this planet. But she did know the mission parameters were to avoid contact at all costs, and that the Ferengi had been lying. Especially when the leader of the Ambirren delegation directed one of its members, who was really excited about the whole thing, to present a piece of technology. Now, she was no expert on Ferengi tech, or probes, but what he pulled from his satchel, that was definitely modern technology, and the markings... she might not have spent much time around the Ferengi, but she could recognize the markings as part of their language! "Kurva me,"[fn]F*ck me, in Czech[/fn] she let out as she recognized what she was looking at. [ (NPC) Fulren - Cliffside Camp ]So many questions needed answering, but it was the furry one, the one he assumed was a leader, who spoke to him... if that was speaking? She made odd sounds, sounds that were brutal to his ears and sounded, to him, like a badly tuned analog radio picking up nothing but static... but those sounds were followed by... words? Words in his own language? And then, she answered his question: they had a device that let them translate languages! That was brilliant! Now, was it learning their tongue on the fly, or did they have to research it for, or... oh, so many things to ask! But, she did ask him for a name. "My name is Fulren, and you have no idea how honoured I am to be here, to meet aliens for the first time! I have to learn everything about you! We have to tell the world that you exist, that you travel the stars! Where did you come from? How did you get here? How did you get around Indis' Law of Absolute Velocity[fn]Ambirren equivalent of Einstein's Theory of General Relativity[/fn] and..."While he was speaking with this Remainder-Lobe (what a strange name, not that he would know that the words he heard were due to a glitch in a device more advanced than he could possibly imagine!) he was not paying attention... that was until he heard Cyran call his name, and wanted him to show those aliens his findings. "Excuse me," he said politely yet excitedly, before he turned towards that not-furry one who seemed to be in charge, and he reached into his satchel to bring out the nose portion of the crashed alien probe he had found, and made sure to turn it so the markings he could make no sense of would face that particular alien and his party.
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