Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Apr 26, 2020 18:26:00 GMT
Tom remained next to Felicity as he heard talking to the ship and informing the Pilot to search the cavern area. As she mentioned that they might need the device off and then power it on once they arrive at a safe place.
Tom listened to her, ask a question, and then stood silent for a second about the field towers. “I wish there was a way to activate the decoy tower and turn these towers off to give the people a chance to escape” . Tom said as he was thinking out loud. He knew that there was no guarantee that if they turn these off, they would ALL go to the Decoy Site and attack there. Especially with people injured it would be too risky.
He figured that they would follow the Captain’s order and give her a report. And once she has the relevant information. Tom then said in a moment of silence “A Shower…that’s what I want. To install a real shower to the Falcon. And to take one on the Starbase once we get back.” . Tom appeared to be pretty assured that they will come back. He looked at the jungle and projected confidence that they will succeed.
Even in the war, Tom planned for the worst but was optimistic. He thought that maybe with no high tech or energy-based weapons and nothing turn on they would be able to move relatively safely, but they might not understand the planet. “Y’know I don’t mean to sound Captain Obvious here, but two Pulse Pistols with limited ammo is hardly insurance in case something goes wrong. In the Forest, Doug was able to make some makeshift weapons. Maybe we could ask him for ideas” . Tom asked Felicity. It was her decision to make and all he could do is be there. He understood that the Captain seat is one that is often lonely and is hard to even appear vulnerable for the sake of the crew and morale.
Tom looked down to the ground for a second and observed his muddy boots. Usually, he would have taken the time to clean it off but it did not feel necessary. He observed how they were not polished like he learned in the Starfleet. “Y’know I always wondered why does Drama Follow us all the time. I might be your bad luck charm.” . Tom said as he remembered it appeared that when both of them were in the same area everything goes to hell, and nothing goes as planned.
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Alex Hust
Civilian
Posts: 34 Likes: 3
Position: Civilian Medic
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Hust on Apr 26, 2020 18:48:34 GMT
[LZ-1 - Medtent]
Just because Alex was happy to see the Fleeters didn't mean that he trusted them - or was going to let his patient out of his sight. He was back in his element - a medical ward. As different as it may be, with the lack of spit-shine and now the abject lack of technology, it was still a medical ward. It just meant that for inspiration, you had to think backwards in time. For some, it would be as if they had returned to the dark ages. As Alex and Costa neared the medical tent, she spoke softly to him, ordering him not to let the Starfleet doctors take care of her. Alex didn't ask why, but nodded. He was sure she had her reasons.
"Na, Hed. Bera mi," he assured her, before they breached the threshold and he guided them to wherever in the tent he could find a place to do triage. He'd seen some of the damage already done earlier, but was hoping he'd have a better look soon.
As he got her settled, he shrugged off his own pack and split it open, and also observed Costa's injuries. From what he'd known earlier, she'd sprained and likely inflamed her ankle, as well as several minor lacerations. The bigger issue, however, was the claw-marks from where the animals had latched onto Costa - and then the requisite skin that had been torn off extracting it. Even with the basic dressing that'd been hastily applied, the wound would need to be disinfected, the tissue damage or any bleeding stopped, and then stitched up. With modern reliance on powered implements like hyposprays, it would be rather painful. No injectable painkillers, as the hyposprays themselves were powered.
He was lucky, however. It did not appear as if the animal's saliva had gotten into the wound. He spoke to Costa, as he donned protective gear and prepped to do what he could to sterilize the wound. "Bite wel ere let," he told her. "Xi may peng. Walowda walowda."
He reached over and began working on the wound as he could, knowing he'd likely have plenty of Starfleet wondering what was going on shortly.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Apr 26, 2020 20:35:08 GMT
[Kerelia, Ark, above LZ-1] "Aye ma'am!" Malik replied to Cara's suggestion as another newcomer arrived onboard. Now they were four. He brought the thrusters to full power and closed the ramp, the Ark lifted off the ground slowly like a beached whale trying to return to mother ocean. But soon enough they were airborne, Malik levelled out at 1,000ft and began a slow circle around the landing site. All was peaceful up here amongst the clouds, a far cry from whatever chaos was happening at ground level. The sky was a perfect blue. "Time for those scans." He twisted his head round to see the back and noticed Lurai looking unwell and Cara tending to her, "She ok? There's a med-kit in one of those compartments there." He gestured with a nod of the head. [Lurai Sren - Kerelia - shuttle]
The screams, pain and desperation were fading away, and Lurai's thoughts were her own again. The half human/Trill mentioned her paracortex being overloaded, to which she nodded. ”Screaming meanies. Yeah. This isn't the first time. I'm fine, thanks for your concern. I just need a moment.” She hated when this happened, and hated it even more when people were around to witness it. Her telepathic abilities were becoming more and more like her grandmother's year by year; Strong and very sensitive to outside stimuli. Would she suffer the same fate as granny had? Pushing the thoughts away, she looked up at Caroline and Rylonis and managed a tired smile. ”My name's Lurai Sren. The Captain sent me along as a living creature scanner. Pleased to meet you all.”One hand against the wall for support she got up from the floor, massaging the side of her head. ”Hey, Malik. No strange symptoms yet, I hope?” She was half jokingly referring to their earlier conversation when she'd healed his scratched-up arms. Walking over to stand behind the co-pilot seat, she placed her hands on the head rest and looked out at the greenery beneath. She wanted to apologise for speaking into his mind earlier, but now wasn't the time for that. Instead she admired the scenery, overstimulated mind winding down in preparation for telepathically scanning the environment. ”It's beautiful.” Turning her head, she looked around the shuttle. She sensed another mind, not humanoid, yet familiar. ”Where's the fifth?” [ Rylonis Trellgin, Kerelia, LZ-1, Ark] Rylonis smiled brightly at Caroline, though noted she didn't introduce herself back to her. She shrugged, then looked as the Betazoid came aboard, looking obviously overwhelmed by the emotions that she was getting from everything going on. She offered her a kind smile as she moved to the nearest window to look out and keep an eye out for any structures. She then looked a Malik. " My name is Rylonis Trellgin," she introduces herself and holds her hand out to shake with a cheerful smile. She was trying her best not to let the events of earlier get her down, especially since they already had one person looking worse for ware, so she decided to try to keep morale up. In her opinion that would also make sure that they were all ready to do their best and they wouldn't look anything over. That was when the Betazoid came over after introducing herself and was talking to Malik, then asked where the fifth was. " Fifth? Fifth what?" she asked curiously. She had been about to ask Malik some questions that may have helped them track the creatures, but this caught her attention and interested her more right at that moment in time. [NPC - PooDoo - Ark]PooDoo had taken the candies, happily, and gone back into the bag. They were wonderfully delicious, and she appreciated them. She chewed, rather loudly for a creature of her size, and devoured them joyfully. However, soon, they were all inside her, and she wanted more. The little animal climbed out of the bag and approached the one who had fed her. PooDoo vocalized, quieter than the earlier scream, rubbed against Caroline's leg, and then sat down on the deck and looked up adorably. [Ark - Kerelia] Caroline had remained in her squatted position, as she watched the Betazoid’s quick recovery, bemused. The woman’s reaction seemed to indicate this was somewhat of a common occurrence for her, and not one she liked others to know of. She made a mental note to talk to Sren privately about it later. It could become a major issue for the ensign in the future if left unaddressed. ”No need for the medkit right now, Malik. Good to know we have it aboard though. Never know when it might come in handy. She grinned as PooDoo approached her in such a cute friendly manner. It seemed the sweets she’d eaten had also sweetened her disposition, and Cara gave into the urge to scratch the felinoid behind the ears. Maybe it wanted more snacks? She looked over to the bag she’d left next to the co-pilot seat. ”A fifth? Oh, yas must mean PooDoo. I’m uh, watching her for Sir Doug.” Belatedly, the counselor realized she’d neglected to introduce herself. It was a bit of hubris to just assume they knew her by sight alone. She stood up and straightened her clothing, a bit rumpled from the crouching and the jungle trek. ”My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. I’m Lt. Caroline Riordan, counselor. You can just call me Cara though.”She made her way over to the others, and picked up her bag, intending to look for another snack for PooDoo. The lush jungle landscape on the view screen caught her attention, and she drummed her fingers on the nearby console as she was having a thought. ”In addition to the visual scan, will we be doing infrared as well? The things camouflaged themselves pretty well in the trees, but probably wouldn’t be able to mask their body heat. I know it’s an older tech, but might be worth a shot? Sometimes simple is better, I think.” Cara shrugged a shoulder and dove into her bag for snacks to tempt PooDoo with. Maybe jerky, or oatmeal cookies? She’d try both. Malik Grippen Lurai Sren Rylonis Trellgin Judith Eastman (for PooDoo) [NPC - PooDoo - Ark]PooDoo sniffed at the offerings and promptly made her choice. The cookies weren't her favorite kind, but a cookie was a cookie. The petting wasn't bad either, but... cookies. The little animal set up shop on the floor, and began to rather messily take a cookie apart. She consumed one cookie, and most of another - leaving copious amounts of crumbs - and then began to dig in the deck plating with her paws, trying to bury the leftovers for later. As the digging failed, PooDoo looked at the human who'd fed her, sitting on the floor and gazing with her eyes wide open. The tip of her tongue was stuck slightly outside her mouth, as it often was.
Tag Caroline Riordan [...] Tom walked for several minutes as he tried to look at the Captain they were plenty of people all over the place. He observed the Captain from a distance and walked up to her. He looked at her and said “Soo, I guess this is the part of the Holonovel, in which we are looking for solutions, I come in to give you the answers and you declare your undying love for me” . Tom crossed his arms and looked at the forest instead of Ellis. He wanted her to at least get some of the build-up anger towards him. He took a Pulse pistol his back up and offered it to Felicity “This is my spare one, do you know how to use it?”. Tom handed it. “I think having non energy base weapon is why they did not attack me in the Jungle” . He theorized. Handing an old weapon might be the answer to it. He then said “Talked to a couple of Civilians, a Doctor, and a Captain. They were exploring the Caves or they saw them coming out of their case. Might be a lead to their origins. It’s a clue, I think we should send a Strike or investigative Team with old weapons. Maybe use some of our portable power plants with some big scanners as a feint. That should draw their numbers out and then explore the Cave. It’s probably a suicide mission, I expect losses. “. He was honest with his assessment there was no telling what they would find in those carverns. But if they studied and observe them there might be a clue. He then tried to smile and said “Thankfully, I am running a Kerelia Special for Suicide Missions as a Team Member. I can’t work for free, but it’s your call Captain”. Tom said thoughtfully as he wanted to appear opportunistic and had his own motive to help them. He proposed this quietly away from the group as he did not want to undermine her in front of the crew. [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]As Chief Ozu wandered off to inform their people of the new non-essential tech ban, Felicity turned her attention back to the container and continued to stare. The first scan suggested that the captured creature was smaller than some of its cohorts, who were at that very moment flinging themselves at the barrier's energy field in attempt to get inside. With her bottom lip trapped firmly between her teeth she bit down, then shut the tricorder with a snap. No tech meant no tech, including her own. Then, as if her list of problems wasn't long enough at that moment, Jett appeared. "No, no, Thomas Marion Jett, this is the part where I cut your self-indulgent monologue short, and kick you off my plane," she deadpanned in response to his opening banter. Declare undying love? The man had multiple screws loose. But then, she already knew that. She also knew that he was easing her into something else. Without saying a word, she took the pistol he offered, and listened. Her instincts had been right the first time; the more he spoke, the more ridiculous it was. If they were on a ship, she likely would have already booted him out an airlock. Perhaps not literally... but she definitely would have fantasized about it. Sending her people out beyond the safety of the field towers and into the jungle that teemed with knee-height, vicious, twelve-eyed, pink critters, was a really stupid idea. She tucked the pistol into the waistband of her uniform, and still steadfastly ignoring the civilian captain, she tapped her commbadge. =/\= "Ellis to Ark. Team, I've had a report that a large amount of these creatures seem to be coming from a nearby cave system. Might be a good place to start. Ellis out." =/\= Then, finally, she turned to Jett. "Right. Whatever we take with us for the distraction will have to remain powered off until we can get everything into place. They seem to hate these field towers, perhaps we can commandeer one without compromising the security of the camp." Without pausing for input, she turned to face Oerstadt and his band of civilians, and raised her voice so the others could hear. "Crewman, could you sustain this forcefield with only two towers?"Tom remained next to Felicity as he heard talking to the ship and informing the Pilot to search the cavern area. As she mentioned that they might need the device off and then power it on once they arrive at a safe place. Tom listened to her, ask a question, and then stood silent for a second about the field towers. “I wish there was a way to activate the decoy tower and turn these towers off to give the people a chance to escape” . Tom said as he was thinking out loud. He knew that there was no guarantee that if they turn these off, they would ALL go to the Decoy Site and attack there. Especially with people injured it would be too risky. He figured that they would follow the Captain’s order and give her a report. And once she has the relevant information. Tom then said in a moment of silence “A Shower…that’s what I want. To install a real shower to the Falcon. And to take one on the Starbase once we get back.” . Tom appeared to be pretty assured that they will come back. He looked at the jungle and projected confidence that they will succeed. Even in the war, Tom planned for the worst but was optimistic. He thought that maybe with no high tech or energy-based weapons and nothing turn on they would be able to move relatively safely, but they might not understand the planet. “Y’know I don’t mean to sound Captain Obvious here, but two Pulse Pistols with limited ammo is hardly insurance in case something goes wrong. In the Forest, Doug was able to make some makeshift weapons. Maybe we could ask him for ideas” . Tom asked Felicity. It was her decision to make and all he could do is be there. He understood that the Captain seat is one that is often lonely and is hard to even appear vulnerable for the sake of the crew and morale. Tom looked down to the ground for a second and observed his muddy boots. Usually, he would have taken the time to clean it off but it did not feel necessary. He observed how they were not polished like he learned in the Starfleet. “Y’know I always wondered why does Drama Follow us all the time. I might be your bad luck charm.” . Tom said as he remembered it appeared that when both of them were in the same area everything goes to hell, and nothing goes as planned. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman]"It's Sir Doug to you, Mr. Jett," Doug pointed out once again. "That being said, Mr. Jett is onto something, and I think if we can use one tower, that'll be all I need. Right now, we only have these at 75% of their operating limit, but the operating capacity of these things is at least 150% of the limit, and we can push it up even above. What I'm saying is, we can make the decoy tower more powerful, and worse to them, than both real towers combined," Doug explained. "In addition, we could blast music, shoot into the air, have mood lighting - maybe using a warp core. We can have a hell of a party."Doug looked at Jett. He supposed the man would be much more appreciative of his ideas. "And if all else fails, we have one thing we mastered that they have not, and that's fire," he added, addressing what he'd actually been asked. "I'm quite good at setting fires."
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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 Apr 26, 2020 22:08:37 GMT
[...] She realized that she was also being moral supportive and being nearby as a team-mate. Maybe this was a good thing after all. "I think I have a name for those screaming mimi's out there." She said thinking of those murderous hairless guinea pigs. "A Kerelian Siren." The collection of mythical creatures of Greece came into play. "Because they scream shrilly like the mythical creature, Siren. It was a group of women who sang songs and lured men into the sea. I love Mythological Stories, too. Like the Illiad and Homer. Oh also Hercules." Lyric was about to continue when she realized that everything had to go through the captain before they did anything? "The captain's busy with those 'Shriekers'. Oh! I got a newer name now. We can call them Shriekers instead of Sirens." Shriekers were from the reference of the movie, Tremors II. She had seen that silly movie several times. She wondered if there were "Graboids" living in the ground. She gave a light chuckle. "I think Quinn's thirsty." She heard him say something about water.
That was the time the monkey decided to make an appearance. It was sitting on her pack, looking around inquisitively. It was chittering. Lyric considered on going to the captain herself and telling her they need the beastie for a science medical experiment. "Oh. I'll go talk to the captain. Besides, I'd like to know if the claws carry the Poo-Doo Flu and other infections. I'm scratched up pretty good and have a few bruises myself from those beasties." She returned to the matter at hand, wondering if some how, she was affected by the beasties claws. She'd find out after helping the medical doctors if her scratches were life threatening. "Am I acting funny?" She wondered.[...] Saya was impressed with the injured woman's fortitude, though she didn't entirely understand what Costa was trying to tell her. Sivaoans, that sounded vaguely familiar, but she'd think about it later. She hesitated as Costa handed over her cobbled-together combadge, but accepted it and looked it over as they got to the med-tent. She'd see about shutting it down and returning it to the woman later. Doctors? Saya said, poking her head inside. I apologize for disturbing you, but I need you to shut down as much tech as you can spare. We are working on a theory that that is what's causing the creatures to attack.[...] " Understood Chief, we'll do what we can here, also I'm glad to see you as we have a theory of our own, that there's something in the creatures saliva, that won't let the blood coagulate as normal, so in order to save Quinn, we need a sample from the one, in the crate to test it and make a suitable antibody, I was just about to send some of my team out to do so, if you can help at all, especially since we appear to have an extra guest".She silently gestured to the monkey, but at the same time, knew it was vital to share this information with Saya, as Thea doubted she would be going anywhere, anytime soon, in order to maintain, some normality within the tent. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia] Quinn could barely perceive most of what was going on around him. Though, he did sense the arrival of more people. They were familiar faces, however, or at least most of them. He recognized that Belter Captain, Costa, being helped in by some man. He was a civilian being that he wasn't wearing a Starfleet uniform. And then there was Chief Ozu. She seemed to be addressing the doctors in the tent, but Isaiah couldn't comprehend what. All he knew was that it had to have been important if she was here with everything else going on and not stretched out on a bed. Quinn thought, if he could get to his feet, he may be of some actual use. Not to mention he'd be able to get out of the way of someone who actually needed this bed and medical attention. Of course, all it turned out to be was a thought. He managed to prop himself up onto his elbows for only a few seconds before falling back flatly on the bed. Just the slight change in elevation started to make the room spin. He exhaled softly, his eyes staring straight up at the roof of the tent. He could still hear this unrelenting shriek. His eyes lulled shut. Oddly enough, that simple gesture seemed to deafen those shrieks. Yet, what Quinn didn't realize was that he was drifting off into unconsciousness once more. "Leave... Dog... orbit...." he mumbled, but it hardly seemed like a coherent thought.
Soft Tag: Thea Baker , Amarande Xiiv , @lyricsinclair , Others present in Triage Tent
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2020 23:54:07 GMT
[/quote] [Lyric S- Triage Tent, Base Camp, LZ1 Kerelia]
Lyric turned around to see what Thea was talking about. The shadow, aka the monkey was perched on her pack and she grunted as she hadn't been paying much attention to the monkey itself. She was engrossed in trying to help Quinn. She reached out slowly and gripped the pack. The monkey wasn't jumping off and she headed outside of the Triage Tent with her 'shadow'. She was not accustomed to animals hanging around her. "Why does monkey stick around me? I wonder if it discovered my fruit and nut bars?" She thought about the possibility that her fruit and nut bars she used to carry on expeditions, field lessons, and just a general snack had gotten eaten. She could find out later whether the monkey ate them all. They were wrapped in wrappers, but the monkey also had thumbs so it would find a way to eat. Lyric also believed that monkey also possibly 'thought' she may have something it'd like to eat.
As the ear-grating screaming continued, Lyric couldn't help but think, "This is turning out to be one of those nightmares and none of us can wake up from this dream." Lyric was pinching herself mentally. If those screams could just die down, maybe she could think more clearly. As she walked, she caught sight of the captain and walked towards her. She saw a tree on the way and convinced the monkey to finally climb it. Leaving the monkey up in the tree, she did a quick check of her fruit and nut bars. They were all eaten. "Guess that means the monkey really enjoys them too." She thought as she paused and looked around. She hadn't really thought of returning to the Triage Tent.
Lyric saw the captain and headed towards her. Temporarily forgetting the Triage Tent.
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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 Apr 27, 2020 16:30:48 GMT
Tom remained next to Felicity as he heard talking to the ship and informing the Pilot to search the cavern area. As she mentioned that they might need the device off and then power it on once they arrive at a safe place. Tom listened to her, ask a question, and then stood silent for a second about the field towers. “I wish there was a way to activate the decoy tower and turn these towers off to give the people a chance to escape” . Tom said as he was thinking out loud. He knew that there was no guarantee that if they turn these off, they would ALL go to the Decoy Site and attack there. Especially with people injured it would be too risky. He figured that they would follow the Captain’s order and give her a report. And once she has the relevant information. Tom then said in a moment of silence “A Shower…that’s what I want. To install a real shower to the Falcon. And to take one on the Starbase once we get back.” . Tom appeared to be pretty assured that they will come back. He looked at the jungle and projected confidence that they will succeed. Even in the war, Tom planned for the worst but was optimistic. He thought that maybe with no high tech or energy-based weapons and nothing turn on they would be able to move relatively safely, but they might not understand the planet. “Y’know I don’t mean to sound Captain Obvious here, but two Pulse Pistols with limited ammo is hardly insurance in case something goes wrong. In the Forest, Doug was able to make some makeshift weapons. Maybe we could ask him for ideas” . Tom asked Felicity. It was her decision to make and all he could do is be there. He understood that the Captain seat is one that is often lonely and is hard to even appear vulnerable for the sake of the crew and morale. Tom looked down to the ground for a second and observed his muddy boots. Usually, he would have taken the time to clean it off but it did not feel necessary. He observed how they were not polished like he learned in the Starfleet. “Y’know I always wondered why does Drama Follow us all the time. I might be your bad luck charm.” . Tom said as he remembered it appeared that when both of them were in the same area everything goes to hell, and nothing goes as planned. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman]"It's Sir Doug to you, Mr. Jett," Doug pointed out once again. "That being said, Mr. Jett is onto something, and I think if we can use one tower, that'll be all I need. Right now, we only have these at 75% of their operating limit, but the operating capacity of these things is at least 150% of the limit, and we can push it up even above. What I'm saying is, we can make the decoy tower more powerful, and worse to them, than both real towers combined," Doug explained. "In addition, we could blast music, shoot into the air, have mood lighting - maybe using a warp core. We can have a hell of a party."Doug looked at Jett. He supposed the man would be much more appreciative of his ideas. "And if all else fails, we have one thing we mastered that they have not, and that's fire," he added, addressing what he'd actually been asked. "I'm quite good at setting fires." [Lyric S- Triage Tent, Base Camp, LZ1 Kerelia] [...] Lyric saw the captain and headed towards her. Temporarily forgetting the Triage Tent. [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]"And I want a night off and a bottle of the 2291 Midleton," Felicity shot back, falling effortlessly into a familiar pattern of exchange. With Jett usually came the pressure headache, but at that stage Felicity didn't know if that was entirely his fault. They were, after all, standing in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by tiny, vicious nasties that were throwing their entire colonisation plan into turmoil. "Come, or don't." She shrugged, then continued, "I'm going to implement this ridiculous plan, with or without you." She threw him a confused, questioning look when he said something about people "escaping". There was nowhere to escape to; the Ark was already flying away. She wouldn't be leaving the camp undefended and without their security force fields, that was for sure. When Doug responded to the hastily outlined suicide mission, she nodded in agreement with his theory, but would wait for Oerstadt to confirm the civilian's assertions before she started rearranging the equipment. Her expression changed slightly when the suggestions shifted to mood lighting and parties. A brow arched, she determined that she should ask for the El-Aurian's assistance the next time she had a get-together to plan. "Alright Sir Doug, Mr. Jett, gather anything you think we might need or find useful. We move out in five."She turned at Sinclair's approach. "Ensign, if you could arrange safe transportation of our... captive-" What else could she call it? She gestured toward the container and continued, "To one of the temporary constructs, one still standing will suffice, and keep an eye on it. Medical may want samples and I need someone in a position to report any sudden behavioral changes to me. Take Crewman Mehl with you for protection." Felicity waved over the restless klingon.
Tags: Thomas Jett , Judith Eastman (Doug), @lyricsinclair , oustanding Damian Oerstadt [LZ-1 - Medtent] Just because Alex was happy to see the Fleeters didn't mean that he trusted them - or was going to let his patient out of his sight. He was back in his element - a medical ward. As different as it may be, with the lack of spit-shine and now the abject lack of technology, it was still a medical ward. It just meant that for inspiration, you had to think backwards in time. For some, it would be as if they had returned to the dark ages. As Alex and Costa neared the medical tent, she spoke softly to him, ordering him not to let the Starfleet doctors take care of her. Alex didn't ask why, but nodded. He was sure she had her reasons. "Na, Hed. Bera mi," he assured her, before they breached the threshold and he guided them to wherever in the tent he could find a place to do triage. He'd seen some of the damage already done earlier, but was hoping he'd have a better look soon. As he got her settled, he shrugged off his own pack and split it open, and also observed Costa's injuries. From what he'd known earlier, she'd sprained and likely inflamed her ankle, as well as several minor lacerations. The bigger issue, however, was the claw-marks from where the animals had latched onto Costa - and then the requisite skin that had been torn off extracting it. Even with the basic dressing that'd been hastily applied, the wound would need to be disinfected, the tissue damage or any bleeding stopped, and then stitched up. With modern reliance on powered implements like hyposprays, it would be rather painful. No injectable painkillers, as the hyposprays themselves were powered. He was lucky, however. It did not appear as if the animal's saliva had gotten into the wound. He spoke to Costa, as he donned protective gear and prepped to do what he could to sterilize the wound. "Bite wel ere let," he told her. "Xi may peng. Walowda walowda." He reached over and began working on the wound as he could, knowing he'd likely have plenty of Starfleet wondering what was going on shortly. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia] Quinn could barely perceive most of what was going on around him. Though, he did sense the arrival of more people. They were familiar faces, however, or at least most of them. He recognized that Belter Captain, Costa, being helped in by some man. He was a civilian being that he wasn't wearing a Starfleet uniform. And then there was Chief Ozu. She seemed to be addressing the doctors in the tent, but Isaiah couldn't comprehend what. All he knew was that it had to have been important if she was here with everything else going on and not stretched out on a bed. Quinn thought, if he could get to his feet, he may be of some actual use. Not to mention he'd be able to get out of the way of someone who actually needed this bed and medical attention. Of course, all it turned out to be was a thought. He managed to prop himself up onto his elbows for only a few seconds before falling back flatly on the bed. Just the slight change in elevation started to make the room spin. He exhaled softly, his eyes staring straight up at the roof of the tent. He could still hear this unrelenting shriek. His eyes lulled shut. Oddly enough, that simple gesture seemed to deafen those shrieks. Yet, what Quinn didn't realize was that he was drifting off into unconsciousness once more. "Leave... Dog... orbit...." he mumbled, but it hardly seemed like a coherent thought. [Costa - Medtent, LZ-1]Costa felt somewhat mollified by Hust's promise, but that didn't mean she was any more comfortable in the Starfleet Medical tent. She recognised the calm and collected ensign she'd met on the landing pad some weeks ago, looking worse for wear. As they passed by she considered letting him know she'd met another of their catmon friends, but he seemed somewhat out of it, and she, well, she was barely able to walk at that stage. She was deposited on one of the portable beds and she fought the compelling desire to just lay back, give the whole world the finger and sleep. Instead, she tugged her top over her shoulders to expose the lacerations on her back, and held the still-wet material close to her chest as she hunched and prepared for what was to come. She pulled a leather band off her wrist and stuffed it into her mouth. She ignored the salty taste and bit down, then held up her hand and made the sign for gútegow. Costa liked to think she was tough, but even she was used to the comforts of modern medicine. The shock of the pain hit her like a ton of bricks and the corners of her vision started to fill with black dots, pulling her attention and threatening her consciousness again. She leaned over even further, as though trying to escape her doctor, and buried her face in her hands. She was groaning curses; some a little more distinct than others spoken around the barrier of the leather band she was compressing into dust. "Pashangwala!" She spat, and then moaned with frustration. "Mi gonya dukuxa to." At that stage, not even Costa knew who it was she wanted to kill. At Quinn's mention of the Dog, she raised her head, eyes narrowed. She watched the ensign struggle as Hust continued to fix her up, wondering if Quinn was warning them to keep her ship in orbit, in which case - kind of too late. She'd landed the bloody thing on this nightmare. But if he was suggesting using the Dog to get the hell out of there, then she was all for it. "Wanna get outta here, Quinn? Dog can do tha'."
Tags: Alex Hust , Isaiah Quinn , medical tent.
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Damian Oerstadt
Engineering/Ops
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Post by Damian Oerstadt on Apr 27, 2020 18:14:31 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]As Chief Ozu wandered off to inform their people of the new non-essential tech ban, Felicity turned her attention back to the container and continued to stare. The first scan suggested that the captured creature was smaller than some of its cohorts, who were at that very moment flinging themselves at the barrier's energy field in attempt to get inside. With her bottom lip trapped firmly between her teeth she bit down, then shut the tricorder with a snap. No tech meant no tech, including her own. Then, as if her list of problems wasn't long enough at that moment, Jett appeared. "No, no, Thomas Marion Jett, this is the part where I cut your self-indulgent monologue short, and kick you off my plane," she deadpanned in response to his opening banter. Declare undying love? The man had multiple screws loose. But then, she already knew that. She also knew that he was easing her into something else. Without saying a word, she took the pistol he offered, and listened. Her instincts had been right the first time; the more he spoke, the more ridiculous it was. If they were on a ship, she likely would have already booted him out an airlock. Perhaps not literally... but she definitely would have fantasized about it. Sending her people out beyond the safety of the field towers and into the jungle that teemed with knee-height, vicious, twelve-eyed, pink critters, was a really stupid idea. She tucked the pistol into the waistband of her uniform, and still steadfastly ignoring the civilian captain, she tapped her commbadge. =/\= "Ellis to Ark. Team, I've had a report that a large amount of these creatures seem to be coming from a nearby cave system. Might be a good place to start. Ellis out." =/\= Then, finally, she turned to Jett. "Right. Whatever we take with us for the distraction will have to remain powered off until we can get everything into place. They seem to hate these field towers, perhaps we can commandeer one without compromising the security of the camp." Without pausing for input, she turned to face Oerstadt and his band of civilians, and raised her voice so the others could hear. "Crewman, could you sustain this forcefield with only two towers?"
Tags: Thomas Jett , Malik Grippen (and the Ark team), Damian Oerstadt and Judith Eastman (Doug) (soft) [ Damian - LZ-1, Kerelia] Having had set up the three towers and getting them functioning, it seemed all that set-up would have to be dismantled as the question of whether the shield could be run by two towers because the screeching creatures seemed to hate technology - or at least, the field towers. "I probably could reroute the power flux cables to one another, inter-lapping that of the fields....which would at least give us some power to both fields." Of course, he most likely had to change the setting that each of the towers' sensitivities were on to control the output to make sure that neither tower burst. Upon that, Damian tilted his head at the mention of having a decoy tower and having to boost the power of the singular tower compared to the two already set up. His lips pressed together, he shrugged in some agreement. "Worth a try, but timing will be key here."
TAG: Felicity Ellis, Judith Eastman (doug), Thomas Jett (jett)
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
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Position: Civilian - Captain
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Post by Thomas Jett on Apr 28, 2020 16:05:30 GMT
[NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman]"It's Sir Doug to you, Mr. Jett," Doug pointed out once again. "That being said, Mr. Jett is onto something, and I think if we can use one tower, that'll be all I need. Right now, we only have these at 75% of their operating limit, but the operating capacity of these things is at least 150% of the limit, and we can push it up even above. What I'm saying is, we can make the decoy tower more powerful, and worse to them, than both real towers combined," Doug explained. "In addition, we could blast music, shoot into the air, have mood lighting - maybe using a warp core. We can have a hell of a party."Doug looked at Jett. He supposed the man would be much more appreciative of his ideas. "And if all else fails, we have one thing we mastered that they have not, and that's fire," he added, addressing what he'd actually been asked. "I'm quite good at setting fires."
Tom waited for Felicity’s answer when Doug showed up. Speaking of the Devil. He thought to himself. Tom had a general idea but the science details was not his forte. He was trying to think of other solutions. As he corrected him for the second time in the mission. The Knight reminded him that he was a Knight. Something that Tom honestly did not care about. Right now the priority is to get out of this planet alive and finding out what is happening. Hopefully, some form of cohabitation is possible between them. He looked at Doug and listened. He liked the plan and it appeared that it MIGHT just work. “I like it, while we are at it we should bring a Disco Ball and a Hologram of John Travolta. If we are doing a party with lights, we are doing it the right way.” . Tom said. So our Tactical Situation on the ground is 2 Pistols and a pyromaniac . Jett thought to himself. He thought that this was one of the strangest Tactical assessment that he had to think about. Doung’s idea where good. [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]"And I want a night off and a bottle of the 2291 Midleton," Felicity shot back, falling effortlessly into a familiar pattern of exchange. With Jett usually came the pressure headache, but at that stage Felicity didn't know if that was entirely his fault. They were, after all, standing in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by tiny, vicious nasties that were throwing their entire colonisation plan into turmoil. "Come, or don't." She shrugged, then continued, "I'm going to implement this ridiculous plan, with or without you." She threw him a confused, questioning look when he said something about people "escaping". There was nowhere to escape to; the Ark was already flying away. She wouldn't be leaving the camp undefended and without their security force fields, that was for sure. When Doug responded to the hastily outlined suicide mission, she nodded in agreement with his theory, but would wait for Oerstadt to confirm the civilian's assertions before she started rearranging the equipment. Her expression changed slightly when the suggestions shifted to mood lighting and parties. A brow arched, she determined that she should ask for the El-Aurian's assistance the next time she had a get-together to plan. "Alright Sir Doug, Mr. Jett, gather anything you think we might need or find useful. We move out in five."She turned at Sinclair's approach. "Ensign, if you could arrange safe transportation of our... captive-" What else could she call it? She gestured toward the container and continued, "To one of the temporary constructs, one still standing will suffice, and keep an eye on it. Medical may want samples and I need someone in a position to report any sudden behavioral changes to me. Take Crewman Mehl with you for protection." Felicity waved over the restless klingon. Tom listened to Felicity as she mentioned “we”, which implied or rather directly said she was going to be in the “Suicide” or “Decoy” Mission. She asked them to get ready in five minutes. She said she would undertake the mission. Tom was relatively ready to leave on a moments’ notice since he was not taking much with him. He figured. She mentioned she did not care if he joined the team. He was looking forward to that shower. As they were ready Tom then said “Felicity, I don’t think you should go. I’ll take Doug with me and somehow I’ll try to keep him alive. But…. Tom took a second as he appeared insecure. “The plan is not scientific at all. It’s based on some observations, tactics, zero science, and instincts. You are too valuable for this…The crew needs you not to mention Starfleet Regulations Section 12 Paragraph 4. . Jett knew the plan was Kirkish at it best. Tom stopped as he tried to show some real concern. He gently bit his lip. “I know if I was in your shoes, I would not listen to me. But if something happened to you, I will have Admiral Ellis, hunt me down like greatest criminal in the history of the Federation. I’m not thinking of you, I’m thinking of myself.” . Tom mentioned that as he reported “Ready to go Captain” . He said as he was very light. He would pick up whatever equipment Sir Doug. “What do you need me to carry?” . Tom eyed the Power Source which needs to be get away from the equipment Tag Felicity Ellis Judith Eastman
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Post by Judith Eastman on Apr 28, 2020 16:52:23 GMT
Tom remained next to Felicity as he heard talking to the ship and informing the Pilot to search the cavern area. As she mentioned that they might need the device off and then power it on once they arrive at a safe place. Tom listened to her, ask a question, and then stood silent for a second about the field towers. “I wish there was a way to activate the decoy tower and turn these towers off to give the people a chance to escape” . Tom said as he was thinking out loud. He knew that there was no guarantee that if they turn these off, they would ALL go to the Decoy Site and attack there. Especially with people injured it would be too risky. He figured that they would follow the Captain’s order and give her a report. And once she has the relevant information. Tom then said in a moment of silence “A Shower…that’s what I want. To install a real shower to the Falcon. And to take one on the Starbase once we get back.” . Tom appeared to be pretty assured that they will come back. He looked at the jungle and projected confidence that they will succeed. Even in the war, Tom planned for the worst but was optimistic. He thought that maybe with no high tech or energy-based weapons and nothing turn on they would be able to move relatively safely, but they might not understand the planet. “Y’know I don’t mean to sound Captain Obvious here, but two Pulse Pistols with limited ammo is hardly insurance in case something goes wrong. In the Forest, Doug was able to make some makeshift weapons. Maybe we could ask him for ideas” . Tom asked Felicity. It was her decision to make and all he could do is be there. He understood that the Captain seat is one that is often lonely and is hard to even appear vulnerable for the sake of the crew and morale. Tom looked down to the ground for a second and observed his muddy boots. Usually, he would have taken the time to clean it off but it did not feel necessary. He observed how they were not polished like he learned in the Starfleet. “Y’know I always wondered why does Drama Follow us all the time. I might be your bad luck charm.” . Tom said as he remembered it appeared that when both of them were in the same area everything goes to hell, and nothing goes as planned. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman]"It's Sir Doug to you, Mr. Jett," Doug pointed out once again. "That being said, Mr. Jett is onto something, and I think if we can use one tower, that'll be all I need. Right now, we only have these at 75% of their operating limit, but the operating capacity of these things is at least 150% of the limit, and we can push it up even above. What I'm saying is, we can make the decoy tower more powerful, and worse to them, than both real towers combined," Doug explained. "In addition, we could blast music, shoot into the air, have mood lighting - maybe using a warp core. We can have a hell of a party."Doug looked at Jett. He supposed the man would be much more appreciative of his ideas. "And if all else fails, we have one thing we mastered that they have not, and that's fire," he added, addressing what he'd actually been asked. "I'm quite good at setting fires." [Lyric S- Triage Tent, Base Camp, LZ1 Kerelia] [...] Lyric saw the captain and headed towards her. Temporarily forgetting the Triage Tent. [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]"And I want a night off and a bottle of the 2291 Midleton," Felicity shot back, falling effortlessly into a familiar pattern of exchange. With Jett usually came the pressure headache, but at that stage Felicity didn't know if that was entirely his fault. They were, after all, standing in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by tiny, vicious nasties that were throwing their entire colonisation plan into turmoil. "Come, or don't." She shrugged, then continued, "I'm going to implement this ridiculous plan, with or without you." She threw him a confused, questioning look when he said something about people "escaping". There was nowhere to escape to; the Ark was already flying away. She wouldn't be leaving the camp undefended and without their security force fields, that was for sure. When Doug responded to the hastily outlined suicide mission, she nodded in agreement with his theory, but would wait for Oerstadt to confirm the civilian's assertions before she started rearranging the equipment. Her expression changed slightly when the suggestions shifted to mood lighting and parties. A brow arched, she determined that she should ask for the El-Aurian's assistance the next time she had a get-together to plan. "Alright Sir Doug, Mr. Jett, gather anything you think we might need or find useful. We move out in five."She turned at Sinclair's approach. "Ensign, if you could arrange safe transportation of our... captive-" What else could she call it? She gestured toward the container and continued, "To one of the temporary constructs, one still standing will suffice, and keep an eye on it. Medical may want samples and I need someone in a position to report any sudden behavioral changes to me. Take Crewman Mehl with you for protection." Felicity waved over the restless klingon. [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]As Chief Ozu wandered off to inform their people of the new non-essential tech ban, Felicity turned her attention back to the container and continued to stare. The first scan suggested that the captured creature was smaller than some of its cohorts, who were at that very moment flinging themselves at the barrier's energy field in attempt to get inside. With her bottom lip trapped firmly between her teeth she bit down, then shut the tricorder with a snap. No tech meant no tech, including her own. Then, as if her list of problems wasn't long enough at that moment, Jett appeared. "No, no, Thomas Marion Jett, this is the part where I cut your self-indulgent monologue short, and kick you off my plane," she deadpanned in response to his opening banter. Declare undying love? The man had multiple screws loose. But then, she already knew that. She also knew that he was easing her into something else. Without saying a word, she took the pistol he offered, and listened. Her instincts had been right the first time; the more he spoke, the more ridiculous it was. If they were on a ship, she likely would have already booted him out an airlock. Perhaps not literally... but she definitely would have fantasized about it. Sending her people out beyond the safety of the field towers and into the jungle that teemed with knee-height, vicious, twelve-eyed, pink critters, was a really stupid idea. She tucked the pistol into the waistband of her uniform, and still steadfastly ignoring the civilian captain, she tapped her commbadge. =/\= "Ellis to Ark. Team, I've had a report that a large amount of these creatures seem to be coming from a nearby cave system. Might be a good place to start. Ellis out." =/\= Then, finally, she turned to Jett. "Right. Whatever we take with us for the distraction will have to remain powered off until we can get everything into place. They seem to hate these field towers, perhaps we can commandeer one without compromising the security of the camp." Without pausing for input, she turned to face Oerstadt and his band of civilians, and raised her voice so the others could hear. "Crewman, could you sustain this forcefield with only two towers?"
Tags: Thomas Jett , Malik Grippen (and the Ark team), Damian Oerstadt and Judith Eastman (Doug) (soft) [ Damian - LZ-1, Kerelia] Having had set up the three towers and getting them functioning, it seemed all that set-up would have to be dismantled as the question of whether the shield could be run by two towers because the screeching creatures seemed to hate technology - or at least, the field towers. "I probably could reroute the power flux cables to one another, inter-lapping that of the fields....which would at least give us some power to both fields." Of course, he most likely had to change the setting that each of the towers' sensitivities were on to control the output to make sure that neither tower burst. Upon that, Damian tilted his head at the mention of having a decoy tower and having to boost the power of the singular tower compared to the two already set up. His lips pressed together, he shrugged in some agreement. "Worth a try, but timing will be key here."[NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman]"It's Sir Doug to you, Mr. Jett," Doug pointed out once again. "That being said, Mr. Jett is onto something, and I think if we can use one tower, that'll be all I need. Right now, we only have these at 75% of their operating limit, but the operating capacity of these things is at least 150% of the limit, and we can push it up even above. What I'm saying is, we can make the decoy tower more powerful, and worse to them, than both real towers combined," Doug explained. "In addition, we could blast music, shoot into the air, have mood lighting - maybe using a warp core. We can have a hell of a party."Doug looked at Jett. He supposed the man would be much more appreciative of his ideas. "And if all else fails, we have one thing we mastered that they have not, and that's fire," he added, addressing what he'd actually been asked. "I'm quite good at setting fires."
Tom waited for Felicity’s answer when Doug showed up. Speaking of the Devil. He thought to himself. Tom had a general idea but the science details was not his forte. He was trying to think of other solutions. As he corrected him for the second time in the mission. The Knight reminded him that he was a Knight. Something that Tom honestly did not care about. Right now the priority is to get out of this planet alive and finding out what is happening. Hopefully, some form of cohabitation is possible between them. He looked at Doug and listened. He liked the plan and it appeared that it MIGHT just work. “I like it, while we are at it we should bring a Disco Ball and a Hologram of John Travolta. If we are doing a party with lights, we are doing it the right way.” . Tom said. So our Tactical Situation on the ground is 2 Pistols and a pyromaniac . Jett thought to himself. He thought that this was one of the strangest Tactical assessment that he had to think about. Doung’s idea where good. [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]"And I want a night off and a bottle of the 2291 Midleton," Felicity shot back, falling effortlessly into a familiar pattern of exchange. With Jett usually came the pressure headache, but at that stage Felicity didn't know if that was entirely his fault. They were, after all, standing in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by tiny, vicious nasties that were throwing their entire colonisation plan into turmoil. "Come, or don't." She shrugged, then continued, "I'm going to implement this ridiculous plan, with or without you." She threw him a confused, questioning look when he said something about people "escaping". There was nowhere to escape to; the Ark was already flying away. She wouldn't be leaving the camp undefended and without their security force fields, that was for sure. When Doug responded to the hastily outlined suicide mission, she nodded in agreement with his theory, but would wait for Oerstadt to confirm the civilian's assertions before she started rearranging the equipment. Her expression changed slightly when the suggestions shifted to mood lighting and parties. A brow arched, she determined that she should ask for the El-Aurian's assistance the next time she had a get-together to plan. "Alright Sir Doug, Mr. Jett, gather anything you think we might need or find useful. We move out in five."She turned at Sinclair's approach. "Ensign, if you could arrange safe transportation of our... captive-" What else could she call it? She gestured toward the container and continued, "To one of the temporary constructs, one still standing will suffice, and keep an eye on it. Medical may want samples and I need someone in a position to report any sudden behavioral changes to me. Take Crewman Mehl with you for protection." Felicity waved over the restless klingon. Tom listened to Felicity as she mentioned “we”, which implied or rather directly said she was going to be in the “Suicide” or “Decoy” Mission. She asked them to get ready in five minutes. She said she would undertake the mission. Tom was relatively ready to leave on a moments’ notice since he was not taking much with him. He figured. She mentioned she did not care if he joined the team. He was looking forward to that shower. As they were ready Tom then said “Felicity, I don’t think you should go. I’ll take Doug with me and somehow I’ll try to keep him alive. But…. Tom took a second as he appeared insecure. “The plan is not scientific at all. It’s based on some observations, tactics, zero science, and instincts. You are too valuable for this…The crew needs you not to mention Starfleet Regulations Section 12 Paragraph 4. . Jett knew the plan was Kirkish at it best. Tom stopped as he tried to show some real concern. He gently bit his lip. “I know if I was in your shoes, I would not listen to me. But if something happened to you, I will have Admiral Ellis, hunt me down like greatest criminal in the history of the Federation. I’m not thinking of you, I’m thinking of myself.” . Tom mentioned that as he reported “Ready to go Captain” . He said as he was very light. He would pick up whatever equipment Sir Doug. “What do you need me to carry?” . Tom eyed the Power Source which needs to be get away from the equipment [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]Doug's party ideas seemed misinterpreted, but he was still positioned to support on the diversion. "We need to grab all the tech we can, Mr. Jett," the ancient man directed. "There's an assortment of spare parts next to the power source. Load them all on a hover-cart, and we'll string them together to make a magnetic field."Doug himself went over to adopt a shield tower. He switched it off, loaded it onto a cart, and then spent a bit of time and a lot of energy trying to get it to sit still. "Can we get some inertial dampeners to use on the cart?" he asked, only half-joking. "And maybe something that makes noise, to drown out the screams and confuse them, too. I still think loud music is a good idea."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 21:43:20 GMT
[Lyric S- Base-Camp, LZ-1, Kerelia] Lyric nodded as she hadn't had much to say. But one of the things she was considering was probably a soundproof construct would benefit the animal within the container. Soundproofing was easier to handle creatures that required sounds to be limited. It struck her to the point that the soundproof container would possibly help the animal more and let some scientific studies be run with the animal. Then a thought occurred to her as she gently picked up the container. "The monkey immediately befriended me because of my snacks. So, if I befriend this animal with something to eat, it would sense I wasn't out to harm 'it' in any way." The thoughts were running through her mind.
Lyric nodded once again at reporting any sudden behavioral changes to her. She hadn't met Crewman Mehl before and promptly introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Lyric Sinclair. You can call me Lyric if you wish." She held the container against herself. "The first we do is set up a containment that is sound proof. I think I have a theory that these beasties can sense changes in their environment. Electricity can have a frequency that they hear and it could lead to it's response of attacking the force fields. Secondly, if this beastie is comfortable in a soundproof room, it could help us achieve samples needed. If not, then no one can work with the beastie. Also, soundproofing this area might produce some results between the environment and beasties." The beastie was still moving around and trying desperately to get out. She could almost tell that it wasn't going to really stop desperately trying to get out. Most animals do, especially when caged. It was a natural instinct to attack or defend and even care for it's young.
The soundproof containment was another way to isolate the animal from all sounds. She also intended to be the one who would try to obtain samples by doing it the traditional way. Tranquilizers could kill it. Stunning the beastie would be best. It wouldn't really die. Lyric intended to stun the beastie first. "First, I need to extract blood and saliva. Anyone have a pair of disposable gloves I could use so I can help Medical with some samples." She was moving towards the containment areas that were intact. One of them would suit the beastie well. But adding a soundproof barrier might just do the trick for the rest of them. And then an idea popped into her head.
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Felicity Ellis
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Cap'n Mum
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Apr 28, 2020 21:45:03 GMT
[ Damian - LZ-1, Kerelia] Having had set up the three towers and getting them functioning, it seemed all that set-up would have to be dismantled as the question of whether the shield could be run by two towers because the screeching creatures seemed to hate technology - or at least, the field towers. "I probably could reroute the power flux cables to one another, inter-lapping that of the fields....which would at least give us some power to both fields." Of course, he most likely had to change the setting that each of the towers' sensitivities were on to control the output to make sure that neither tower burst. Upon that, Damian tilted his head at the mention of having a decoy tower and having to boost the power of the singular tower compared to the two already set up. His lips pressed together, he shrugged in some agreement. "Worth a try, but timing will be key here."Tom waited for Felicity’s answer when Doug showed up. Speaking of the Devil. He thought to himself. Tom had a general idea but the science details was not his forte. He was trying to think of other solutions. As he corrected him for the second time in the mission. The Knight reminded him that he was a Knight. Something that Tom honestly did not care about. Right now the priority is to get out of this planet alive and finding out what is happening. Hopefully, some form of cohabitation is possible between them. He looked at Doug and listened. He liked the plan and it appeared that it MIGHT just work. “I like it, while we are at it we should bring a Disco Ball and a Hologram of John Travolta. If we are doing a party with lights, we are doing it the right way.” . Tom said. So our Tactical Situation on the ground is 2 Pistols and a pyromaniac . Jett thought to himself. He thought that this was one of the strangest Tactical assessment that he had to think about. Doung’s idea where good. Tom listened to Felicity as she mentioned “we”, which implied or rather directly said she was going to be in the “Suicide” or “Decoy” Mission. She asked them to get ready in five minutes. She said she would undertake the mission. Tom was relatively ready to leave on a moments’ notice since he was not taking much with him. He figured. She mentioned she did not care if he joined the team. He was looking forward to that shower. As they were ready Tom then said “Felicity, I don’t think you should go. I’ll take Doug with me and somehow I’ll try to keep him alive. But…. Tom took a second as he appeared insecure. “The plan is not scientific at all. It’s based on some observations, tactics, zero science, and instincts. You are too valuable for this…The crew needs you not to mention Starfleet Regulations Section 12 Paragraph 4. . Jett knew the plan was Kirkish at it best. Tom stopped as he tried to show some real concern. He gently bit his lip. “I know if I was in your shoes, I would not listen to me. But if something happened to you, I will have Admiral Ellis, hunt me down like greatest criminal in the history of the Federation. I’m not thinking of you, I’m thinking of myself.” . Tom mentioned that as he reported “Ready to go Captain” . He said as he was very light. He would pick up whatever equipment Sir Doug. “What do you need me to carry?” . Tom eyed the Power Source which needs to be get away from the equipment [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]Doug's party ideas seemed misinterpreted, but he was still positioned to support on the diversion. "We need to grab all the tech we can, Mr. Jett," the ancient man directed. "There's an assortment of spare parts next to the power source. Load them all on a hover-cart, and we'll string them together to make a magnetic field."Doug himself went over to adopt a shield tower. He switched it off, loaded it onto a cart, and then spent a bit of time and a lot of energy trying to get it to sit still. "Can we get some inertial dampeners to use on the cart?" he asked, only half-joking. "And maybe something that makes noise, to drown out the screams and confuse them, too. I still think loud music is a good idea." [Felicity Ellis - LZ-1, Kerelia]Felicity appreciated Oerstadt's quick reasoning, and nodded. "We'll communicate our position once we reach the target area and are ready to deploy the diversion." She had thought some loud music might be signal enough, but since they weren't going to be shy about their tech in the diversion area, it wouldn't matter much if they used their commbadges. That would at least make for more precision than blasting some progressive rock song. Though perhaps if they got through this, a disco ball and some drinks would be in order. She had no idea what a johntravolta was exactly, though if her memory served volta was a Russian rye vodka, so perhaps it was a cocktail. She wandered off a short distance to pilfer some supplies from a nearby container, which had been up-ended outside a collapsing prefab. She fished out a PADD and was in the process of powering it off completely, when Jett decided to spew his opinions all over her. She was silent, listening, though her attention was mainly on the usable contents of the supply crates. "Ah!" She eventually muttered, and pulled out a pouch full of isolinear memory chips. After grabbing a couple more objects, she straightened up and looked at Jett. "Sir Doug has survived a thousand years without you, honey, I'm sure he'll manage another ten minutes." Had she not been somewhat aware that his concern for her came from a good place, she'd have felt totally smothered by the man's ego. How he believed everyone's safety was somehow his responsibility, she had no idea. "As for my mother, she'd airlock you just for speaking to me, so you're dead either way." She smirked at him suddenly, dimples showing. "Let's go," she said airily, displaying a confidence she wasn't exactly feeling. As Doug passed by with the cart, commenting on the loud music idea, she patted the small pouch she'd found. "How about some GNR?" There was something poetic about blasting Welcome to the Jungle while in the actual jungle. Felicity checked the pistol Jett had given her one more time, and then pointed toward a point just beyond the triage tent. She moved toward it, expecting the others to follow, and then stepped outside the safety of the force-field diameter. When the creatures continued to fling themselves at the camp's defenses, ignoring her, she moved off into the trees.
Tags: Thomas Jett , Judith Eastman , Damian Oerstadt
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Amarande Xiiv
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 14 Likes: 0
Rank: Ensign
Species: Trill/Vulcan
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Post by Amarande Xiiv on Apr 28, 2020 23:42:01 GMT
<svg style="display: none;"><filter id="_videostyler_filter_"></filter></svg> [Lyric S- Triage Tent, Base Camp, LZ1 Kerelia] Lyric turned around to see what Thea was talking about. The shadow, aka the monkey was perched on her pack and she grunted as she hadn't been paying much attention to the monkey itself. She was engrossed in trying to help Quinn. She reached out slowly and gripped the pack. The monkey wasn't jumping off and she headed outside of the Triage Tent with her 'shadow'. She was not accustomed to animals hanging around her. "Why does monkey stick around me? I wonder if it discovered my fruit and nut bars?" She thought about the possibility that her fruit and nut bars she used to carry on expeditions, field lessons, and just a general snack had gotten eaten. She could find out later whether the monkey ate them all. They were wrapped in wrappers, but the monkey also had thumbs so it would find a way to eat. Lyric also believed that monkey also possibly 'thought' she may have something it'd like to eat. As the ear-grating screaming continued, Lyric couldn't help but think, "This is turning out to be one of those nightmares and none of us can wake up from this dream." Lyric was pinching herself mentally. If those screams could just die down, maybe she could think more clearly. As she walked, she caught sight of the captain and walked towards her. She saw a tree on the way and convinced the monkey to finally climb it. Leaving the monkey up in the tree, she did a quick check of her fruit and nut bars. They were all eaten. "Guess that means the monkey really enjoys them too." She thought as she paused and looked around. She hadn't really thought of returning to the Triage Tent. Lyric saw the captain and headed towards her. Temporarily forgetting the Triage Tent. [/quote] [Ens. Amarande Xiiv - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia] She was already half way to get some water when Baker asked her to do so, quietly moving. Quinn was losing consciousness yet again, and she felt frustrated. They needed anti-venom, which meant all they needed was to get a chlorotoxin blocker in place by using the saliva Xiiv had already collected from the wounds she'd been treating. Once they had that it was just a matter of injecting into Quinn, which would stop the blood thinning process. It made her want to pace irritatedly but she came back with the water as quick as it took to draw some into a small cup. " Isaiah," she murmured, letting no trace of her inward frustration linger in her voice. " Come on back to us. I've some water for you to sip at." Baker got a slight glance. " We should be running fluids as well to rehydrate him. It's one thing to try to hold blood in but it's not exactly effective at the moment. What do we have that would bind a wound closed without having to lose hands and our own strength?" She cast a look, a very quick, one toward the tent's opening as she wondered where Sinclair had gone.
TAGS: Thea Baker Isaiah Quinn @lyricsinclair
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Thea Baker
Command
[TI12]
Posts: 1,448 Likes: 46
Rank: Captain
Position: Commanding Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 29, 2020 9:12:39 GMT
Thea - Triage Tent, LZ1, Kerelia] With the important information passed to Saya and Sinclair, removing the monkey from the triage tent. Thea could now think a little more clearly, without the added distraction of a creature in such a sterile area and hoped that would be the end of any more hidden suprises when they had patients to look after. Although the arrival of Alex and if she wasn't mistaken Captain Costa, did momentarily take her attention away, as she watched the civilian get to work. She admired his ethic to get it done, without the use of any tech and was happy to leave him to it. However she did feel the need to share with him, what they had found regarding the creatures saliva, as well as offer the use of anything he may need, from their supplies. " Alex, just to make you aware, we've discovered that there's something in the creatures saliva that prevents coagulation and feel free to use our supplies if you need them".Despite the situation, it was important to her, to build and maintain a decent working relationship with the non fleeters and wouldn't be offended, if Alex didn't want or need the use of any of their supplies. It was Quinn saying something about the dog, that diverted Thea away from the other medic, realising by Costa's response that it gave them a different option to think about. Filing it away for the time being as Xiiv encouraged Quinn to drink the water, that she had gotten for him at Thea's request. Then again it seemed as the Ensign, had her own way of doing things as she glanced towards her superior and spoke to Thea about giving Quinn fluids and asking what they had to bind the wound, rather than continue to use their hands and strength. It might of been her imagination, but the tone that Xiiv used didn't sit well with Thea, who already had concerns, from when the Ensign, reported in late. She hoped that this wouldn't be a persisting problem as she wouldn't tolerate any kind of attitude in her department. Again she would give Xiiv the benefit of the doubt, but for now answered her, with a little more authority than normal. " I'm well aware that he'll need fluids Ensign and as for what we can use to bind the wound, I did ask you earlier to use the gauze and bandages, that we have, with regular changes, if needed and also if you didn't hear, we need to shut down as much equipment as possible for the time being".
tag Alex Hust Amarande Xiiv
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Apr 29, 2020 14:46:05 GMT
[Lyric S- Base-Camp, LZ-1, Kerelia] Lyric nodded as she hadn't had much to say. But one of the things she was considering was probably a soundproof construct would benefit the animal within the container. Soundproofing was easier to handle creatures that required sounds to be limited. It struck her to the point that the soundproof container would possibly help the animal more and let some scientific studies be run with the animal. Then a thought occurred to her as she gently picked up the container. "The monkey immediately befriended me because of my snacks. So, if I befriend this animal with something to eat, it would sense I wasn't out to harm 'it' in any way." The thoughts were running through her mind. Lyric nodded once again at reporting any sudden behavioral changes to her. She hadn't met Crewman Mehl before and promptly introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Lyric Sinclair. You can call me Lyric if you wish." She held the container against herself. "The first we do is set up a containment that is sound proof. I think I have a theory that these beasties can sense changes in their environment. Electricity can have a frequency that they hear and it could lead to it's response of attacking the force fields. Secondly, if this beastie is comfortable in a soundproof room, it could help us achieve samples needed. If not, then no one can work with the beastie. Also, soundproofing this area might produce some results between the environment and beasties." The beastie was still moving around and trying desperately to get out. She could almost tell that it wasn't going to really stop desperately trying to get out. Most animals do, especially when caged. It was a natural instinct to attack or defend and even care for it's young. The soundproof containment was another way to isolate the animal from all sounds. She also intended to be the one who would try to obtain samples by doing it the traditional way. Tranquilizers could kill it. Stunning the beastie would be best. It wouldn't really die. Lyric intended to stun the beastie first. "First, I need to extract blood and saliva. Anyone have a pair of disposable gloves I could use so I can help Medical with some samples." She was moving towards the containment areas that were intact. One of them would suit the beastie well. But adding a soundproof barrier might just do the trick for the rest of them. And then an idea popped into her head.
[/font][/quote] [ Chief Ozu Saya - LZ 1 - Kerelia] Saya left the medical building and glanced around for anyone else who might need to be informed of the technology hiatus. Word seemed to have spread, and officers were pulling out tools and PADDs and making sure they were shut down. She tucked Captain Costa's communication badge into one of her pockets and noticed one of the science officers carrying the crate that held the captured beast. She seemed to be carrying it toward the partially-built operations structure, accompanied by the Klingon crewman. Ensign...Sinclair, isn't it? And Crewman Mehl. Can I do anything to assist you? I'm afraid we won't be able to get much from the creature without using our scanners, she said regretfully.
Tag @lyricsinclair and Felicity Ellis
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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 Apr 29, 2020 14:56:44 GMT
[...] She leaned over even further, as though trying to escape her doctor, and buried her face in her hands. She was groaning curses; some a little more distinct than others spoken around the barrier of the leather band she was compressing into dust. "Pashangwala!" She spat, and then moaned with frustration. "Mi gonya dukuxa to." At that stage, not even Costa knew who it was she wanted to kill. At Quinn's mention of the Dog, she raised her head, eyes narrowed. She watched the ensign struggle as Hust continued to fix her up, wondering if Quinn was warning them to keep her ship in orbit, in which case - kind of too late. She'd landed the bloody thing on this nightmare. But if he was suggesting using the Dog to get the hell out of there, then she was all for it. "Wanna get outta here, Quinn? Dog can do tha'."She was already half way to get some water when Baker asked her to do so, quietly moving. Quinn was losing consciousness yet again, and she felt frustrated. They needed anti-venom, which meant all they needed was to get a chlorotoxin blocker in place by using the saliva Xiiv had already collected from the wounds she'd been treating. Once they had that it was just a matter of injecting into Quinn, which would stop the blood thinning process. It made her want to pace irritatedly but she came back with the water as quick as it took to draw some into a small cup. " Isaiah," she murmured, letting no trace of her inward frustration linger in her voice. " Come on back to us. I've some water for you to sip at." Baker got a slight glance. " We should be running fluids as well to rehydrate him. It's one thing to try to hold blood in but it's not exactly effective at the moment. What do we have that would bind a wound closed without having to lose hands and our own strength?" She cast a look, a very quick, one toward the tent's opening as she wondered where Sinclair had gone. [...] " Alex, just to make you aware, we've discovered that there's something in the creatures saliva that prevents coagulation and feel free to use our supplies if you need them".Despite the situation, it was important to her, to build and maintain a decent working relationship with the non fleeters and wouldn't be offended, if Alex didn't want or need the use of any of their supplies. It was Quinn saying something about the dog, that diverted Thea away from the other medic, realising by Costa's response that it gave them a different option to think about. Filing it away for the time being as Xiiv encouraged Quinn to drink the water, that she had gotten for him at Thea's request. Then again it seemed as the Ensign, had her own way of doing things as she glanced towards her superior and spoke to Thea about giving Quinn fluids and asking what they had to bind the wound, rather than continue to use their hands and strength. It might of been her imagination, but the tone that Xiiv used didn't sit well with Thea, who already had concerns, from when the Ensign, reported in late. She hoped that this wouldn't be a persisting problem as she wouldn't tolerate any kind of attitude in her department. Again she would give Xiiv the benefit of the doubt, but for now answered her, with a little more authority than normal. " I'm well aware that he'll need fluids Ensign and as for what we can use to bind the wound, I did ask you earlier to use the gauze and bandages, that we have, with regular changes, if needed and also if you didn't hear, we need to shut down as much equipment as possible for the time being".[Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia] It was difficult to think with those creatures wailing in the background. He wasn't an ecologist by trade, but he knew that something had disturbed their ecosystem. Something had disrupted their habitat to the point that they had to come out in such numbers. So, didn't that mean they should leave? Yet, they were still there for some reason. Perhaps the Ark had been damaged. And was the atmosphere still causing too much interference for an accurate tranporter lock? He felt the waves toss him once more as he tread the watery surface. Was he alone? The question was quickly answered in the form of another ship. It appeared to be a wooden vessel with a dog carved as the figurehead on the bow of the ship. The captain of the ship called out his name. It was all that he could make out, but he could certainly see the captain. She looked a lot like Costa, though she had a patch over one eye and a colorful scar. It felt as if she could get him out of there on her ship.
He opened his mouth to say yes, but found himself only taking in a mouthful of water.
He coughed slightly after the first gulp of water. Yet, after the first attempt, he allowed the liquid to slide down his throat. His eyes blinked slowly a few times, as he did his best to focus on his surroundings once more. Had he lost consciousness again? One thing was certain, it wasn't a dream. The triage tent didn't appear to be a hallucination. He could see Xiiv and Thea talking to one another, but he couldn't comprehend what exactly. His head drifted to the side once again, upon the captain of the Diamond Dog and her subordinate tending to her injuries. He did manage to hear something of consequence though. As Thea mentioned having to shut down all the technology. Was that it... was that what was causing everything? He clinched his eyes shut, trying to focus. "So much tech... too loud," Isaiah mumbled. Whether it was to himself or anyone else was debatable. "EM fields might... aggravate native... life." It was so frustrating... trying to think with all that shrieking. "Extend warp field... to match... no, mask... our tech...." Was he making a request or merely mumbling. "Dog... make... quiet. Transport...."Tired. He was tired. "W-water," his hand tried to nudge the liquid towards his lips once more.
Tag: Amarande Xiiv , Thea Baker , Felicity Ellis (Costa)
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