Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Apr 29, 2020 16:26:58 GMT
[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." Tom listened to Doug’s instructions as he was asked to put things on the Cart instead of carrying it, which made more sense. It would be slower but they could carry the equipment. He began carrying the Tech and the pieces and placed it into the cart. Some of them were big, and some of it were small. As Doug Made the joke to use the Inertial Dampener, Jett responded “As much as I want to. That’s probably a bad idea. I’m pretty sure I can be strong enough to pull it. . Tom said. He kept relatively in Starfleet Shape in Prison and out and his workout is similar to his time in the Dominion Wars. [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. As the process of putting stuff, he listened to Felicity’s comment and nodded “You might have a point there” . He responded as it was probably true if Admiral Ellis found out that she was talking to her daughter. It would be both of their heads on spikes. Tom was not sure but he felt that the woman hated him. Their history was long and complicated one. As they finished the Cart, he looked at it. There was a strap in front of the Cart, which was meant for someone to pull the cart. “This is going to suck” . He strapped the harness on his Body and the man began or tried to walk. He tried to start walking and felt his boots digging into the Dirt. The hard thing was to start the process. As he started he fell into the mud for a second and then slowly began to walk. “God! This is heavy! . Jett complained. As he began moving he heard the music comment and Jett felt “Y’know if J.J. Abrams was here he would request the “Bestie Boys”. The man said as he continues pulling the cart. It was a reference to an ancient earth director. It was a slow process as it had weight but it was better than nothing. “Man…this is barbaric how did people move stuff with only wheels. I will never complain about Transporters Malfunctions ever again” Jett continued complaining as he thought to himself how technology probably spoiled them.
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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 29, 2020 17:25:39 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 [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." Tom listened to Doug’s instructions as he was asked to put things on the Cart instead of carrying it, which made more sense. It would be slower but they could carry the equipment. He began carrying the Tech and the pieces and placed it into the cart. Some of them were big, and some of it were small. As Doug Made the joke to use the Inertial Dampener, Jett responded “As much as I want to. That’s probably a bad idea. I’m pretty sure I can be strong enough to pull it. . Tom said. He kept relatively in Starfleet Shape in Prison and out and his workout is similar to his time in the Dominion Wars. [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. As the process of putting stuff, he listened to Felicity’s comment and nodded “You might have a point there” . He responded as it was probably true if Admiral Ellis found out that she was talking to her daughter. It would be both of their heads on spikes. Tom was not sure but he felt that the woman hated him. Their history was long and complicated one. As they finished the Cart, he looked at it. There was a strap in front of the Cart, which was meant for someone to pull the cart. “This is going to suck” . He strapped the harness on his Body and the man began or tried to walk. He tried to start walking and felt his boots digging into the Dirt. The hard thing was to start the process. As he started he fell into the mud for a second and then slowly began to walk. “God! This is heavy! . Jett complained. As he began moving he heard the music comment and Jett felt “Y’know if J.J. Abrams was here he would request the “Bestie Boys”. The man said as he continues pulling the cart. It was a reference to an ancient earth director. It was a slow process as it had weight but it was better than nothing. “Man…this is barbaric how did people move stuff with only wheels. I will never complain about Transporters Malfunctions ever again” Jett continued complaining as he thought to himself how technology probably spoiled them. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]Doug followed the others' lead, setting up makeshift wheels for the cart. However, he pushed it. "I once tricked a Greater PooDoo into carrying my equipment, you know?" he recalled. "I got a pretty mean scratch from it afterwards, but it was nice. I wish I had one here now."This brought Doug another idea. "You know, if we're going to have to deal with these animals long-term, we should try to leverage their natural predators, which I figure might be the Greater PooDoo," he suggested. "But, that's a matter for later. We've got equipment, and we have to wire it all together. Just gonna need to figure out, for later, how we can tame Greater PooDoos for longer than 20 minutes, or how we'll handle their mating season; that gets messy."As usual, Doug was only slightly engaged in the immediate needs of the situation, as he concocted this grand plan.
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Malik Grippen
Flight Control
[TI7]
Posts: 42 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Flight Officer
Species: Risan
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Post by Malik Grippen on Apr 29, 2020 17:59:09 GMT
The headache was slowly starting to ease and her heartrate was returning to normal. She smiled upon seeing the cute little PooDoo. That was indeed the mind she recognised from sensing her before upon disembarking on the planet. ”Yes, that's the fifth. Hello there. Nice to meet you, PooDoo, and you too, Lieutenant. Scanning sounds like a good idea.”
Her head was still sore, but there was work to be done. This had happened to her before, it would definitely happen again, and she'd be damned if she'd let it affect her work. She found a seat and strapped in. She'd leave the co-pilot seat to whoever was going to use the scanner or look for structures from the air. Technically, she didn't need to see with her eyes for this one. ”I'm going to use my own 'scanner' in the meanwhile. The closer to the surface we are, the better. Will let you know if I find anything.” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused. There were the minds of her three colleagues, and the one of the PooDoo. She reached past them, beyond the shuttle walls, down towards the trees. There were the minds of animals, big and small... and there were the minds of the creatures. Their pain and frustration was burning clearly like beacons in the dark. Her fingers gripped the arm rests, knuckles turning white. There were still some creatures on the move, joining the others by the campsite. They came from... Eyes still closed, she said: ”The cave system that the Captain mentioned does indeed seem to be in the same direction these creatures are coming from. Maybe that's where they live.” Head aching again from the creature's pain, she closed off her mind for a bit and opened her eyes. They had a heading, she'd save her 'scanning' energy for when better needed.
[Kerelia, Ark] "Alright, then let's go take a closer look." Malik brought the Ark round in a gentle turn and zoomed off towards the cave system following the topographical scans to identify it. It took them mere moments to arrive and he descended to 500 ft, he didn't want to risk annoying the creatures anymore than they already had. The Ark hovered over the cave system, "This is as close as I'd recommend getting without causing excessive disruption to the flora and fauna." Now they would have to begin their scans using both technological and other means. Hopefully they'd learn some useful insights into why the creatures behaviour was the way it was, and perhaps learn about how spread out they were on this planet. He turned to Lurai, "You're up."
Lurai Sren
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Caroline Riordan
Medical
[TI34] Is it too early to start drinking?
Posts: 92 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Counselor
Species: Human/Trill Hybrid
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Post by Caroline Riordan on Apr 29, 2020 19:22:37 GMT
[Kerelia, Ark] Thankfully their 'fifth' comrade turned out to be the little thing in the bag. At Cara's suggestion he replied, "Sounds like sound science to me, just let me know how low down we need to get." In truth he hadn't the foggiest. All he knew how to do well was fly and look good doing it, he'd leave the scanning shenanigans to the experts. "Since there's no viewports in the floor, I could flip inverted to get a better look, may want to strap in first however."He tapped a command on the pilot's chair and automated safety straps deployed to secure him to the seat. The headache was slowly starting to ease and her heartrate was returning to normal. She smiled upon seeing the cute little PooDoo. That was indeed the mind she recognised from sensing her before upon disembarking on the planet. ”Yes, that's the fifth. Hello there. Nice to meet you, PooDoo, and you too, Lieutenant. Scanning sounds like a good idea.” Her head was still sore, but there was work to be done. This had happened to her before, it would definitely happen again, and she'd be damned if she'd let it affect her work. She found a seat and strapped in. She'd leave the co-pilot seat to whoever was going to use the scanner or look for structures from the air. Technically, she didn't need to see with her eyes for this one. ”I'm going to use my own 'scanner' in the meanwhile. The closer to the surface we are, the better. Will let you know if I find anything.” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused. There were the minds of her three colleagues, and the one of the PooDoo. She reached past them, beyond the shuttle walls, down towards the trees. There were the minds of animals, big and small... and there were the minds of the creatures. Their pain and frustration was burning clearly like beacons in the dark. Her fingers gripped the arm rests, knuckles turning white. There were still some creatures on the move, joining the others by the campsite. They came from... Eyes still closed, she said: ”The cave system that the Captain mentioned does indeed seem to be in the same direction these creatures are coming from. Maybe that's where they live.” Head aching again from the creature's pain, she closed off her mind for a bit and opened her eyes. They had a heading, she'd save her 'scanning' energy for when better needed.
[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. [Ark - Kerelia] Caroline set the controls to get the scans started, but knew she needed to get herself and her small, furry charge secured first before she could give them her full attention. Said furball was seated nearby, surrounded by scattered crumbs and looked criminally adorable. Carefully, as not to startle the animal, she knelt next to PooDoo, and spoke in a quiet, calm voice. ”Hi there, PooDoo. I’m going to have to pick you up now, and we will both probably dislike it. You are very cute and very floof, and I need to make sure you don’t smack into the ceiling when we invert. It’s ok if you get mad at me, because I know you don’t understand.” As Caroline talked, she softly stroked the felinoid, in hope to keep both of them calm as possible. She remembered the gouges that’d been in Doug’s legs when it’d gotten spooked and climbed him like a tree. Well, it was a risk she needed to take. Quickly, she scooped up PooDoo, and tried to hold her in a way to minimize the damage while she got strapped into the co-pilot’s chair. Softly, she crooned to the small beast. ”Shh, PooDoo. It’ll be ok. Please don’t maul me too much.” Doug’s pet was very cute, but also dangerous, and Cara was glad her lobster, Sir Pinche, was such a hands off creature. Her attention returned to the console which was running the infrared scans. The creatures stood out against the lush jungle foliage, their body heat higher than that of the trees, despite the heat of the sun. Their movement was clear to track, from the ring around the landing zone encampment, stretching through the jungle to the caves system. ”My scans collaborate both with Captain Ellis’ suggestion and Ensign Sren’s… biological search? They definitely appear to have some sort of connection with those caves.”Caroline wasn’t entirely sure what to label the Betazoid’s empathic abilities as, but it seemed everything was aligning, and leading to the caves. Whatever mystery their depths held, it likely seemed the source of the fleshy menaces.
Tags: Malik Grippen Lurai Sren Rylonis Trellgin Judith Eastman - as PooDoo
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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 29, 2020 19:35:35 GMT
[Kerelia, Ark] Thankfully their 'fifth' comrade turned out to be the little thing in the bag. At Cara's suggestion he replied, "Sounds like sound science to me, just let me know how low down we need to get." In truth he hadn't the foggiest. All he knew how to do well was fly and look good doing it, he'd leave the scanning shenanigans to the experts. "Since there's no viewports in the floor, I could flip inverted to get a better look, may want to strap in first however."He tapped a command on the pilot's chair and automated safety straps deployed to secure him to the seat. The headache was slowly starting to ease and her heartrate was returning to normal. She smiled upon seeing the cute little PooDoo. That was indeed the mind she recognised from sensing her before upon disembarking on the planet. ”Yes, that's the fifth. Hello there. Nice to meet you, PooDoo, and you too, Lieutenant. Scanning sounds like a good idea.” Her head was still sore, but there was work to be done. This had happened to her before, it would definitely happen again, and she'd be damned if she'd let it affect her work. She found a seat and strapped in. She'd leave the co-pilot seat to whoever was going to use the scanner or look for structures from the air. Technically, she didn't need to see with her eyes for this one. ”I'm going to use my own 'scanner' in the meanwhile. The closer to the surface we are, the better. Will let you know if I find anything.” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused. There were the minds of her three colleagues, and the one of the PooDoo. She reached past them, beyond the shuttle walls, down towards the trees. There were the minds of animals, big and small... and there were the minds of the creatures. Their pain and frustration was burning clearly like beacons in the dark. Her fingers gripped the arm rests, knuckles turning white. There were still some creatures on the move, joining the others by the campsite. They came from... Eyes still closed, she said: ”The cave system that the Captain mentioned does indeed seem to be in the same direction these creatures are coming from. Maybe that's where they live.” Head aching again from the creature's pain, she closed off her mind for a bit and opened her eyes. They had a heading, she'd save her 'scanning' energy for when better needed.
[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. [Ark - Kerelia] Caroline set the controls to get the scans started, but knew she needed to get herself and her small, furry charge secured first before she could give them her full attention. Said furball was seated nearby, surrounded by scattered crumbs and looked criminally adorable. Carefully, as not to startle the animal, she knelt next to PooDoo, and spoke in a quiet, calm voice. ”Hi there, PooDoo. I’m going to have to pick you up now, and we will both probably dislike it. You are very cute and very floof, and I need to make sure you don’t smack into the ceiling when we invert. It’s ok if you get mad at me, because I know you don’t understand.” As Caroline talked, she softly stroked the felinoid, in hope to keep both of them calm as possible. She remembered the gouges that’d been in Doug’s legs when it’d gotten spooked and climbed him like a tree. Well, it was a risk she needed to take. Quickly, she scooped up PooDoo, and tried to hold her in a way to minimize the damage while she got strapped into the co-pilot’s chair. Softly, she crooned to the small beast. ”Shh, PooDoo. It’ll be ok. Please don’t maul me too much.” Doug’s pet was very cute, but also dangerous, and Cara was glad her lobster, Sir Pinche, was such a hands off creature. Her attention returned to the console which was running the infrared scans. The creatures stood out against the lush jungle foliage, their body heat higher than that of the trees, despite the heat of the sun. Their movement was clear to track, from the ring around the landing zone encampment, stretching through the jungle to the caves system. ”My scans collaborate both with Captain Ellis’ suggestion and Ensign Sren’s… biological search? They definitely appear to have some sort of connection with those caves.”Caroline wasn’t entirely sure what to label the Betazoid’s empathic abilities as, but it seemed everything was aligning, and leading to the caves. Whatever mystery their depths held, it likely seemed the source of the fleshy menaces.
Tags: Malik Grippen Lurai Sren Rylonis Trellgin Judith Eastman - as PooDoo [NPC - PooDoo - Ark]PooDoo was very displeased to be picked up. She released a loud SCREM and gave Caroline a disappointed, betrayed look. Then, they were flipped over. This terrorized PooDoo more. She was used to existing in all sorts of directions (hanging from climbing structures, leaping, lounging in odd postures), but the suddenness of the transition wasn't to her liking. The little creature made a soft, terrified growling sound, and gently flicked her holder, with claws extended only a little. She was now not angry, so much as scared. And she was starting to feel queasy.
Tag Caroline Riordan , soft Lurai Sren and Malik Grippen
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Lurai Sren
Medical
[TI33]
Posts: 62 Likes: 6
Rank: Ensign
Position: Medical Officer
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Lurai Sren on Apr 29, 2020 20:22:50 GMT
[Ensign Lurai Sren - Kerelia - Ark]
Lurai looked towards the wind screen as they flew, watching the sky and the tree tops. Caroline's scans seemed to point to the same conclusion as her own 'scanning'. The poor PooDoo didn't seem to fond of shuttles, poor thing. She could sense its discomfort. Looking at Malik as he spoke, she nodded. ”Aye, sir”, she said jokingly before closing her eyes and taking a deep slow breath. Animals. Tens of thousands. Millions. The planet was alive with thoughts and emotions, like a myriad of little glow-worms crawling around on a dark night. At first she didn't sense the creatures as the distance was too great and the rock of the caves too dense. Taking a few more breaths, she strained her telepathic senses and delved deeper down. The headache returned. Her temples were pounding and she was starting to feel dizzy. The caves extended deep into the mountain, there was a lot of distance to stretch beyond. Her three (four) colleagues, the shuttle and rest of the world fell away completely and all she knew were the echoes of the creatures' emotions and minds. They were there, down in the caves, but they were different than those in the trees. These were... less complex. It was difficult to describe in words. ”Infants”, she mumbled before her head fell forward and her body slumped to one side as she lost consciousness. Thanks to the seatbelt she didn't fall out of her seat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2020 20:36:26 GMT
[/quote][/quote][/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. [Lyric S- Base-Camp, LZ-1, Kerelia] Lyric saw a woman walking towards her. Lyric saw her in passing on the way to her science station. "What was her name? Saya I believe is her name." Lyric thought as she gave her a small smile. "Yes. I'm Lyric Sinclair. Pleased to meet you." She would have offered a hand to shake, but her hands were a little preoccupied with the beastie's container. The captured beast was still letting out tiny screeches. If they would shut down some of the other pieces of technology, the beasties would stop throwing themselves against the invisible force field barrier, surrounding the camp. Then they would leave, or would they explore curiously like the monkey? She shifted the crate as she thought of some 'ways' to make this beastie a little comfortable. "If we can soundproof a larger and more comfortable container for this beastie, maybe it won't attack me if I were to extract some blood samples, some more saliva, and skin samples, too." The thought of obtaining as many samples as possible crossed her mind. "It would be beneficial to ensure that if we do everything manually, things would take some time." Lyric thought. "The captain has my tricorder with her at this time, but I do have some other ideas on how to get some samples from the beastie here. I don't mind getting scratches, bumps, and bruises obtaining samples. I've got quite the few scratches myself when I ran into these beasties on the way here. After they're done with Isaiah, they can take a look at my scratches from a beastie attack I had earlier." Lyric was silently wondering what mysteries this beastie held. Her mind was drifting to its heart, its lungs, its mouth, its DNA structure, its bone structure, its skeletal system, whether it glowed in the dark, whether it harbored something akin to rabies. "What would she also need? " She thought. "I'll need some blood drawing syringes, needles, gloves, cotton swabs, and a few empty blood drawing vials, a few microscope slabs, and a microscope." Science was such a lovely thing. "I love sciences' gross aspects." Lyric thought.
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Malik Grippen
Flight Control
[TI7]
Posts: 42 Likes: 2
Rank: Ensign
Position: Flight Officer
Species: Risan
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Post by Malik Grippen on Apr 29, 2020 21:46:06 GMT
[Ensign Lurai Sren - Kerelia - Ark]
Lurai looked towards the wind screen as they flew, watching the sky and the tree tops. Caroline's scans seemed to point to the same conclusion as her own 'scanning'. The poor PooDoo didn't seem to fond of shuttles, poor thing. She could sense its discomfort. Looking at Malik as he spoke, she nodded. ”Aye, sir”, she said jokingly before closing her eyes and taking a deep slow breath. Animals. Tens of thousands. Millions. The planet was alive with thoughts and emotions, like a myriad of little glow-worms crawling around on a dark night. At first she didn't sense the creatures as the distance was too great and the rock of the caves too dense. Taking a few more breaths, she strained her telepathic senses and delved deeper down. The headache returned. Her temples were pounding and she was starting to feel dizzy. The caves extended deep into the mountain, there was a lot of distance to stretch beyond. Her three (four) colleagues, the shuttle and rest of the world fell away completely and all she knew were the echoes of the creatures' emotions and minds. They were there, down in the caves, but they were different than those in the trees. These were... less complex. It was difficult to describe in words. ”Infants”, she mumbled before her head fell forward and her body slumped to one side as she lost consciousness. Thanks to the seatbelt she didn't fall out of her seat.
[Kerelia, Ark] Infants. It made sense now. Nature across the universe followed the same general principles, to reproduce, protect and ensure their genetic material was passed on to future generations. These creatures had not only likely attacked due to their territory being trespassed on by space-aliens, but they had a bunch of baby monsters to protect. "So they were probably attacking to protect their young, out of fear. It makes sense, right? I mean, I'm no xeno-biologist, but if space-aliens came down to my home and started making a mess I'd feel pretty threatened and want to protect my own."He then noticed Lurai had fallen asleep, or perhaps unconscious, or dropped dead, he didn't know, he wasn't a doctor either. He turned back to his platform-buddy, "we're stable, safe to unbuckle." He unbuckled his own belt and moved over to Lurai to check her pulse and breathing, she seemed to be alive at least and for that he was thankful. He really didn't want to deal with the paperwork involved with passenger casualties. Lurai Sren Caroline Riordan
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Amarande Xiiv
Medical
[TI33]
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Rank: Ensign
Species: Trill/Vulcan
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Post by Amarande Xiiv on Apr 29, 2020 23:53:32 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: Isaiah Quinn , Thea Baker , Felicity Ellis (Costa) [ Ensign Amarande Xiiv - Triage Tent, LZ1, Kerelia] " I heard," she said very quietly to Baker. " I'm just reiterating that it's not really having any desirable effect other than making a great sopping mess. If I could use the proper tools, we'd be finished and he'd be patched up and with some help, off-planet and recouping. I think a man's life is worth the excess risk. I'll be blunt, here, I'm a surgeon, specifically trauma and have six years of high risk environment on the ground skills, both in conflict and in the aftermath of conflict, under my belt. It'll take me ten to fifteen minutes to patch him up and stabilise him, if I could do that job. I'd just really like to get this moving in a direction I'm confident will lead to a proper recovery. Right now, I'm frustrated, sore, and tired. As I'm sure we all are." Amarande refilled the water a moment later, adjusting her reach and supporting his head to help her patient with getting more liquid into his system to ease his thirst. She tended to agree with the notion of getting Quinn and the injured off-planet and got most of what he was saying, piecing it together as Costa spoke. " I'm all for getting the injured out as quickly as we can. I'd rather get Mr Quinn into a situation best suited for his survival instead of crashing on us every few minutes or so. Let me be clear, my intent is not to be rude but to be the best advocate I can be on behalf of the injured and as a Starfleet doctor."
Tag: Isaiah Quinn , Thea Baker , Felicity Ellis (Costa)
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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 30, 2020 1:17:56 GMT
Tom listened to Doug’s instructions as he was asked to put things on the Cart instead of carrying it, which made more sense. It would be slower but they could carry the equipment. He began carrying the Tech and the pieces and placed it into the cart. Some of them were big, and some of it were small. As Doug Made the joke to use the Inertial Dampener, Jett responded “As much as I want to. That’s probably a bad idea. I’m pretty sure I can be strong enough to pull it. . Tom said. He kept relatively in Starfleet Shape in Prison and out and his workout is similar to his time in the Dominion Wars. As the process of putting stuff, he listened to Felicity’s comment and nodded “You might have a point there” . He responded as it was probably true if Admiral Ellis found out that she was talking to her daughter. It would be both of their heads on spikes. Tom was not sure but he felt that the woman hated him. Their history was long and complicated one. As they finished the Cart, he looked at it. There was a strap in front of the Cart, which was meant for someone to pull the cart. “This is going to suck” . He strapped the harness on his Body and the man began or tried to walk. He tried to start walking and felt his boots digging into the Dirt. The hard thing was to start the process. As he started he fell into the mud for a second and then slowly began to walk. “God! This is heavy! . Jett complained. As he began moving he heard the music comment and Jett felt “Y’know if J.J. Abrams was here he would request the “Bestie Boys”. The man said as he continues pulling the cart. It was a reference to an ancient earth director. It was a slow process as it had weight but it was better than nothing. “Man…this is barbaric how did people move stuff with only wheels. I will never complain about Transporters Malfunctions ever again” Jett continued complaining as he thought to himself how technology probably spoiled them. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]Doug followed the others' lead, setting up makeshift wheels for the cart. However, he pushed it. "I once tricked a Greater PooDoo into carrying my equipment, you know?" he recalled. "I got a pretty mean scratch from it afterwards, but it was nice. I wish I had one here now."This brought Doug another idea. "You know, if we're going to have to deal with these animals long-term, we should try to leverage their natural predators, which I figure might be the Greater PooDoo," he suggested. "But, that's a matter for later. We've got equipment, and we have to wire it all together. Just gonna need to figure out, for later, how we can tame Greater PooDoos for longer than 20 minutes, or how we'll handle their mating season; that gets messy."As usual, Doug was only slightly engaged in the immediate needs of the situation, as he concocted this grand plan. [Felicity Ellis - Jungle, Kerelia]Felicity definitely did have a point. If Antoinette Ellis had been aware that Thomas Jett was within ten light-years of her daughter and crew, let alone talking to her, or assisting on an away mission, she'd likely burst multiple blood vessels. Then she'd quietly rage until such time as she could exact her revenge. It wouldn't be pretty, for either of them. She shook her head, ponytail swinging back and forth when Jett distracted her by casually dropping more historical pop culture references. Sometimes she got them, other times, like now, she was clueless. "Whoever this JJ Abrams is, he doesn't get a say I'm afraid. It'll be GNR or white noise," she asserted with a small grin. After that she mostly tuned out the back and forth between Jett and Sir Doug. She was naturally very curious about the Greater PooDoos, and had hoped to see one, but for that very moment the problem these creatures presented had a lot more consequences than most people might realise, and that dominated her thoughts. If Felicity and her people didn't collect enough information to act on, then their first foray into the frontier would have failed before it had even begun. She wasn't so blind to her mission that she would ignore the potential damage they were causing to this planet, but neither could she just expect the brass to accept the current status quo when they were expecting so much more. Once they'd passed into the jungle beyond the LZ, Felicity held up a hand, then tapped her lips in a request for quiet. She didn't think that the creatures would respond to the noises they were making; their obsession seemed to be their camp and their tech, but that didn't mean she wanted to push that working theory too far, either. She moved through the brush, following a similar path to the one they'd trod earlier. They'd been a little more enthusiastic then; happier, pleased to be in this beautiful place. It was still beautiful, she thought, though perhaps it just wasn't meant for them. When she reached the clearing where they'd found her smashed tricorder, she stopped. "Let's set up here," she suggested in a quiet voice to the others. The cacophony of the screaming beasts had lessened considerably the further away they'd ventured. "Once the decoy is ready, I'll head due east, toward that cave system the civilians mentioned."
Tags: Thomas Jett and Judith Eastman (Doug) [ 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. [Lyric S- Base-Camp, LZ-1, Kerelia] Lyric saw a woman walking towards her. Lyric saw her in passing on the way to her science station. "What was her name? Saya I believe is her name." Lyric thought as she gave her a small smile. "Yes. I'm Lyric Sinclair. Pleased to meet you." She would have offered a hand to shake, but her hands were a little preoccupied with the beastie's container. The captured beast was still letting out tiny screeches. If they would shut down some of the other pieces of technology, the beasties would stop throwing themselves against the invisible force field barrier, surrounding the camp. Then they would leave, or would they explore curiously like the monkey? She shifted the crate as she thought of some 'ways' to make this beastie a little comfortable. "If we can soundproof a larger and more comfortable container for this beastie, maybe it won't attack me if I were to extract some blood samples, some more saliva, and skin samples, too." The thought of obtaining as many samples as possible crossed her mind. "It would be beneficial to ensure that if we do everything manually, things would take some time." Lyric thought. "The captain has my tricorder with her at this time, but I do have some other ideas on how to get some samples from the beastie here. I don't mind getting scratches, bumps, and bruises obtaining samples. I've got quite the few scratches myself when I ran into these beasties on the way here. After they're done with Isaiah, they can take a look at my scratches from a beastie attack I had earlier." Lyric was silently wondering what mysteries this beastie held. Her mind was drifting to its heart, its lungs, its mouth, its DNA structure, its bone structure, its skeletal system, whether it glowed in the dark, whether it harbored something akin to rabies. "What would she also need? " She thought. "I'll need some blood drawing syringes, needles, gloves, cotton swabs, and a few empty blood drawing vials, a few microscope slabs, and a microscope." Science was such a lovely thing. "I love sciences' gross aspects." Lyric thought. [Crewman Mehl, daughter of K'tozh - Basecamp, LZ-1]Crewman Mehl had stepped up when called, but could not hide her displeasure at the orders she'd been given. She had no idea why she wasn't being asked to accompany the others on the mission into the jungle, for that was where her skills would be most useful. No, for some reason, she'd been tasked with babysitting the chatty scientist. Mehl grimaced and stared at the back of other woman's head as she rambled on about making the creature comfortable. And soundproofing!? For the ugly beast? Surely they were the ones in need of proofing from that sound. The klingon's eyes shot toward the Chief as she joined them in the partially-erected Ops area. "I can make sure the creature sleeps for some time, Chief," she offered, her tongue darting out to swipe across her bottom lip. "Then you can get all the samples you need," she continued with a step closer toward the container, "I will not require a weapon."
Tags: Ozu Saya and @lyricsinclair
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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 30, 2020 14:22:17 GMT
[Lyric S- Base-Camp, LZ-1, Kerelia] Lyric saw a woman walking towards her. Lyric saw her in passing on the way to her science station. "What was her name? Saya I believe is her name." Lyric thought as she gave her a small smile. "Yes. I'm Lyric Sinclair. Pleased to meet you." She would have offered a hand to shake, but her hands were a little preoccupied with the beastie's container. The captured beast was still letting out tiny screeches. If they would shut down some of the other pieces of technology, the beasties would stop throwing themselves against the invisible force field barrier, surrounding the camp. Then they would leave, or would they explore curiously like the monkey? She shifted the crate as she thought of some 'ways' to make this beastie a little comfortable. "If we can soundproof a larger and more comfortable container for this beastie, maybe it won't attack me if I were to extract some blood samples, some more saliva, and skin samples, too." The thought of obtaining as many samples as possible crossed her mind. "It would be beneficial to ensure that if we do everything manually, things would take some time." Lyric thought. "The captain has my tricorder with her at this time, but I do have some other ideas on how to get some samples from the beastie here. I don't mind getting scratches, bumps, and bruises obtaining samples. I've got quite the few scratches myself when I ran into these beasties on the way here. After they're done with Isaiah, they can take a look at my scratches from a beastie attack I had earlier." Lyric was silently wondering what mysteries this beastie held. Her mind was drifting to its heart, its lungs, its mouth, its DNA structure, its bone structure, its skeletal system, whether it glowed in the dark, whether it harbored something akin to rabies. "What would she also need? " She thought. "I'll need some blood drawing syringes, needles, gloves, cotton swabs, and a few empty blood drawing vials, a few microscope slabs, and a microscope." Science was such a lovely thing. "I love sciences' gross aspects." Lyric thought. [ Chief Ozu Saya - LZ 1 - Kerelia] Saya looked doubtfully at the ensign, then raised a brow at Crewman Mehl's suggestion. I do not think I can condone using force to render the creature unconscious unless it is actively attacking someone. She fell almost automatically into a more Vulcan speech pattern. Ensign, while I commend your creativity and desire to treat the creature with respect, at this point, speed is of the essence. We do not have a means of building a soundproofed room; however, I can quickly erect a small space in which you can work.
Perhaps you should retrieve one of the sample collection field kits. I believe several were brought with us. Leave the crate there, she said, pointing to a spot that she judged was as far away from the force field emitters as they could get. Crewman Mehl can assist you by restraining the creature so that you can take the samples you need.She called over a couple of her engineers and explained what she wanted, then helped them set prefab panels in place around the crate, creating a small 8'x 8' room.
Tag @lyricsinclair and Felicity Ellis
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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 30, 2020 18:18:24 GMT
[MedTent]
As Costa indicated she was ready to go, Alex severely doubted that. Regardless, he began, with the pain that came with it. He had tunnel-visioned straight into his element, ignoring much of the outside world as the universe, like a collapsing warp field, seemed to shrink down to no more than him, Costa, what he had on him, and his immediate surroundings. The weights and balances of his body and gear all seemed to lift, as he ignored the stimuli that he didn't care about and also filtered out the noises around him, be them of pain or otherwise. This was how he had gotten through working with Starfleet doctors during the Dominion war - deep in a cave, knowing he had to prioritize those he could help versus those he could not. It was hard to say what really told him that someone was beyond saving - it was just something he knew. Regardless, Costa's injuries were far from possibly fatal, provided he could get to work quickly. He also knew the quicker he got her stabilized, the quicker they could get to the Dog, and then off this forsaken rock.
He had to walk a balance of speed and effectiveness - quick enough so that he could leave and get her to proper medical facilities onboard the ship, yet careful enough not to make anything worse. It didn't help that Costa was being squirmy. "Xalte deya," he instructed her, his voice vacant of emotion but drawn out, as if he was focusing and her movements were nothing more than distracting. He ignored her spoken threats, chalking it up to the pain and discomfort. He also ignored the ensign Costa seemed to want to have a conversation with, having finished preliminary disinfecting and now having to set the wound and bind it up, using old-fashioned stitching. "Xitim de hard part..." he muttered, prepping as another Fleet doctor came over, the one he'd met earlier. Thea, he thought her name was.
When she had given him the warning, he raised an arm in thanks, acknowledging her words without speaking. He then spoke to Costa, as he began stitching the wound. "Faf mo min," he told her. "Den milowda go tu de kapawu? De Dog ge fong de wel, den fix tu deya, sasa ke?"
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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 30, 2020 19:19:07 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". [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia] [...] 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. [ Ensign Amarande Xiiv - Triage Tent, LZ1, Kerelia] " I heard," she said very quietly to Baker. " I'm just reiterating that it's not really having any desirable effect other than making a great sopping mess. If I could use the proper tools, we'd be finished and he'd be patched up and with some help, off-planet and recouping. I think a man's life is worth the excess risk. I'll be blunt, here, I'm a surgeon, specifically trauma and have six years of high risk environment on the ground skills, both in conflict and in the aftermath of conflict, under my belt. It'll take me ten to fifteen minutes to patch him up and stabilise him, if I could do that job. I'd just really like to get this moving in a direction I'm confident will lead to a proper recovery. Right now, I'm frustrated, sore, and tired. As I'm sure we all are." Amarande refilled the water a moment later, adjusting her reach and supporting his head to help her patient with getting more liquid into his system to ease his thirst. She tended to agree with the notion of getting Quinn and the injured off-planet and got most of what he was saying, piecing it together as Costa spoke. " I'm all for getting the injured out as quickly as we can. I'd rather get Mr Quinn into a situation best suited for his survival instead of crashing on us every few minutes or so. Let me be clear, my intent is not to be rude but to be the best advocate I can be on behalf of the injured and as a Starfleet doctor." [MedTent] As Costa indicated she was ready to go, Alex severely doubted that. Regardless, he began, with the pain that came with it. He had tunnel-visioned straight into his element, ignoring much of the outside world as the universe, like a collapsing warp field, seemed to shrink down to no more than him, Costa, what he had on him, and his immediate surroundings. The weights and balances of his body and gear all seemed to lift, as he ignored the stimuli that he didn't care about and also filtered out the noises around him, be them of pain or otherwise. This was how he had gotten through working with Starfleet doctors during the Dominion war - deep in a cave, knowing he had to prioritize those he could help versus those he could not. It was hard to say what really told him that someone was beyond saving - it was just something he knew. Regardless, Costa's injuries were far from possibly fatal, provided he could get to work quickly. He also knew the quicker he got her stabilized, the quicker they could get to the Dog, and then off this forsaken rock. He had to walk a balance of speed and effectiveness - quick enough so that he could leave and get her to proper medical facilities onboard the ship, yet careful enough not to make anything worse. It didn't help that Costa was being squirmy. "Xalte deya," he instructed her, his voice vacant of emotion but drawn out, as if he was focusing and her movements were nothing more than distracting. He ignored her spoken threats, chalking it up to the pain and discomfort. He also ignored the ensign Costa seemed to want to have a conversation with, having finished preliminary disinfecting and now having to set the wound and bind it up, using old-fashioned stitching. "Xitim de hard part..." he muttered, prepping as another Fleet doctor came over, the one he'd met earlier. Thea, he thought her name was. When she had given him the warning, he raised an arm in thanks, acknowledging her words without speaking. He then spoke to Costa, as he began stitching the wound. "Faf mo min," he told her. "Den milowda go tu de kapawu? De Dog ge fong de wel, den fix tu deya, sasa ke?" [Costa - Medtent, LZ-1]The pain was unlike almost anything she'd experienced before. Without even the basic right of a drop of the pure before having to stay awake through this torture, she found herself wondering at just how soft they'd all become in the wake of modern convenience. At that moment though, she'd have happily accepted being considered weak in exchange for a dose of decent dzhush. With a cold sweat already breaking out on her brow, Costa looked upward at the Fleet doctor as she addressed 'Alex'. She couldn't help it, the brow raised all by itself. She tugged the leather band from her mouth. "To kopeng, belówtwala?"Following her sarcasm was the piercing sensation of what must have been the beginning of an old-school stitch. Her eyes watered so much that a tear over-flowed and slipped beyond her eyelid, dropping down her cheek. She chose the fixed points of the doctor and the other lady in teal to stare at. At that stage she would have counted dents in the Dog's hull just to keep her mind off what was happening to her back, even just a little. The two appeared frosty with each other. That was one of the many drawbacks of life with the Sodzha, Costa thought; the endless diplomacy. She did not miss having to watch her every word, and mark every one of theirs. In space, out of reach of the order and 'peace' of the Federation, they had different rules. "Ya, Husty," she muttered in agreement to his carefully presented order, knowing well herself that if she had to put up with five more minutes of this that she'd agree to anything. "Mi pensa na solo." Her eyes were still fixed on the others. She raised her voice and addressed them in a language they would understand. "Take ya man Quinn ta the Dog, if ya like. Ya shared wit us, we return the favour." She had no idea how Hust was going to react to her just offering up his Sickbay, but there was a bigger picture here, and to be fair, she'd rather liked Quinn when they'd met over the catmon on the landing pad all those weeks ago. "'Sides," she nodded toward the rambling science officer, "Man got some good ideas." Then she grimaced at the sharp tug of pain that the very small movement caused.
Tags: Alex Hust , Thea Baker , Isaiah Quinn and Amarande Xiiv
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Thea Baker
Command
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Rank: Captain
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Post by Thea Baker on Apr 30, 2020 19:57:07 GMT
[ Thea - Triage Tent, LZ1, Kerelia] Thea didn't particularly like having to be firm when it came to speaking to Xiiv, but felt as though it was warranted, given how the Ensign had come across. The CMO appreciated that it hadn't been your typical first meeting with the Boss and emotions were running high due to danger they were currently in. Still she hoped that this wouldn't be a regular thing, were there was clash of knowledge and personalities, but time would only tell. For now, she needed her orders to be fulfilled and carried out, because after all, she was in charge and the chain of command had to be respected. Although for a moment, it seemed as though Quinn was trying to tell them something. Thea moved a little closer, as the scientist spoke, making out what he was trying to say. If she didn't know better, it felt as though he was giving suggestions about their situation. " I'll keep that in mind Quinn" she replied, making a mental note to pass it onto the others outside, thinking it may be of some use, even if he couldn't say a lot. Leaving Xiiv to give him so more water, Thea began to turn off what she could, before Xiiv answered her. Thea listened as she explained herself, gaining some further insight into the other woman, who wasn't too dissimilar to Thea, in a way as she wasn't the only one who had seen conflict, dealt with surgeries and had thought of wanting to get Quinn to proper medical facilities. She was well aware, how much quicker it would be to treat him and have him patched up. However given their current situation, it was a case of doing what they could, get him stable and move him when it was safe to do so. She understood how Xiiv felt with being sore, tired and frustrated but that's where they differed on how to handle it and how to carry on regardless of what they couldn't do. It was a case of get on with it as she herself had learned on Epsilon. " I appreciate how you feel at the moment, this isn't an ideal situation and we have to do what we can, even if, it means we have to rely on our skills without the things we need. I've seen my fair share of conflict and surgeries, I'm aware of the risks and you're not the only one, who would prefer to get him fixed up elsewhere. But given the situation, I at least want to get him stable, until we get the samples from the creature and I need you to follow my orders".Having acknowledged and hopefully show Xiiv, that she cared and respected what was said, Thea smiled as Hust responded with a raised arm, as he focused on Costa. Noticing how the Captain looked at them, before making the offer of them taking Quinn to the Dog and how he had some good ideas. Thea couldn't argue with that and if they could take him to the Freighter, than that would give him a better chance. It also felt like a sharp dose of reality, as with everything, she hadn't thought of asking to take him there. " I agree, he does and if we can take him to the Dog, that would be brilliant".Yes they were still waiting on the samples, so they could create the antibody, but at least they would be close by and give Quinn, the help he needed, without risking him further.
tag Isaiah Quinn, Amarande Xiiv, Alex Hust, Felicity Ellis
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Apr 30, 2020 20:39:30 GMT
I heard," she said very quietly to Baker. " I'm just reiterating that it's not really having any desirable effect other than making a great sopping mess. If I could use the proper tools, we'd be finished and he'd be patched up and with some help, off-planet and recouping. I think a man's life is worth the excess risk. I'll be blunt, here, I'm a surgeon, specifically trauma and have six years of high risk environment on the ground skills, both in conflict and in the aftermath of conflict, under my belt. It'll take me ten to fifteen minutes to patch him up and stabilise him, if I could do that job. I'd just really like to get this moving in a direction I'm confident will lead to a proper recovery. Right now, I'm frustrated, sore, and tired. As I'm sure we all are." Amarande refilled the water a moment later, adjusting her reach and supporting his head to help her patient with getting more liquid into his system to ease his thirst. She tended to agree with the notion of getting Quinn and the injured off-planet and got most of what he was saying, piecing it together as Costa spoke. " I'm all for getting the injured out as quickly as we can. I'd rather get Mr Quinn into a situation best suited for his survival instead of crashing on us every few minutes or so. Let me be clear, my intent is not to be rude but to be the best advocate I can be on behalf of the injured and as a Starfleet doctor." [...] When she had given him the warning, he raised an arm in thanks, acknowledging her words without speaking. He then spoke to Costa, as he began stitching the wound. "Faf mo min," he told her. "Den milowda go tu de kapawu? De Dog ge fong de wel, den fix tu deya, sasa ke?" The pain was unlike almost anything she'd experienced before. Without even the basic right of a drop of the pure before having to stay awake through this torture, she found herself wondering at just how soft they'd all become in the wake of modern convenience. At that moment though, she'd have happily accepted being considered weak in exchange for a dose of decent dzhush. With a cold sweat already breaking out on her brow, Costa looked upward at the Fleet doctor as she addressed 'Alex'. She couldn't help it, the brow raised all by itself. She tugged the leather band from her mouth. "To kopeng, belówtwala?"Following her sarcasm was the piercing sensation of what must have been the beginning of an old-school stitch. Her eyes watered so much that a tear over-flowed and slipped beyond her eyelid, dropping down her cheek. She chose the fixed points of the doctor and the other lady in teal to stare at. At that stage she would have counted dents in the Dog's hull just to keep her mind off what was happening to her back, even just a little. The two appeared frosty with each other. That was one of the many drawbacks of life with the Sodzha, Costa thought; the endless diplomacy. She did not miss having to watch her every word, and mark every one of theirs. In space, out of reach of the order and 'peace' of the Federation, they had different rules. "Ya, Husty," she muttered in agreement to his carefully presented order, knowing well herself that if she had to put up with five more minutes of this that she'd agree to anything. "Mi pensa na solo." Her eyes were still fixed on the others. She raised her voice and addressed them in a language they would understand. "Take ya man Quinn ta the Dog, if ya like. Ya shared wit us, we return the favour." She had no idea how Hust was going to react to her just offering up his Sickbay, but there was a bigger picture here, and to be fair, she'd rather liked Quinn when they'd met over the catmon on the landing pad all those weeks ago. "'Sides," she nodded toward the rambling science officer, "Man got some good ideas." Then she grimaced at the sharp tug of pain that the very small movement caused. [...] " I'll keep that in mind Quinn" she replied, making a mental note to pass it onto the others outside, thinking it may be of some use, even if he couldn't say a lot. Leaving Xiiv to give him so more water, Thea began to turn off what she could, before Xiiv answered her. Thea listened as she explained herself, gaining some further insight into the other woman, who wasn't too dissimilar to Thea, in a way as she wasn't the only one who had seen conflict, dealt with surgeries and had thought of wanting to get Quinn to proper medical facilities. She was well aware, how much quicker it would be to treat him and have him patched up. However given their current situation, it was a case of doing what they could, get him stable and move him when it was safe to do so. She understood how Xiiv felt with being sore, tired and frustrated but that's where they differed on how to handle it and how to carry on regardless of what they couldn't do. It was a case of get on with it as she herself had learned on Epsilon. " I appreciate how you feel at the moment, this isn't an ideal situation and we have to do what we can, even if, it means we have to rely on our skills without the things we need. I've seen my fair share of conflict and surgeries, I'm aware of the risks and you're not the only one, who would prefer to get him fixed up elsewhere. But given the situation, I at least want to get him stable, until we get the samples from the creature and I need you to follow my orders".Having acknowledged and hopefully show Xiiv, that she cared and respected what was said, Thea smiled as Hust responded with a raised arm, as he focused on Costa. Noticing how the Captain looked at them, before making the offer of them taking Quinn to the Dog and how he had some good ideas. Thea couldn't argue with that and if they could take him to the Freighter, than that would give him a better chance. It also felt like a sharp dose of reality, as with everything, she hadn't thought of asking to take him there. " I agree, he does and if we can take him to the Dog, that would be brilliant".Yes they were still waiting on the samples, so they could create the antibody, but at least they would be close by and give Quinn, the help he needed, without risking him further. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Triage, LZ-1, Kerelia] He felt the pressure against his lips once again, and sipped the water. He rested his head against the mat and stared up at the ceiling of the tent. He then felt a cool chill ripple through his body. Still the shrieking continued in the background. He exhaled softly as another chill rushed throughout. "It's... c-cold," he stammered, though his forehead was damp with perspiration. As he exhaled again, the air escaped raggedly as he shivered slightly. Of course, it was still as balmy as it had been before he came in the tent, which is what you would expect in a tropical climate. He had witnessed the exchange between Thea and Xiiv. Was the frustration of the situation getting to them? He hated to be a burden... especially right now. If he could get up and make himself useful elsewhere, he certainly would have. He tried to refocus on his words once more, but hearing Costa and her medic exchanged a few words stole his attention. Yet, the mention of his own name and 'good ideas' seemed to give him some comfort. Perhaps he wasn't delirious after all. "Th--...Th--" he had tried to speak. Instead, he clinched his hand and weakly presented a thumbs up, hoping the Belter Captain could see his gratitude. Perhaps they would make it out of there. It was beginning to look like Thea and Xiiv were on the same page. Even as Thea stepped away and began shutting down some of the equipment in the tent. It was only a small comfort that he'd seen her move and do so to a few of the machines. Otherwise, he would have been alarmed at the growing dimness within the tent. Even as his eyelids grew heavy once more, eventually obscuring his eyes altogether.
Tag: Amarande Xiiv , Alex Hust , Felicity Ellis (Costa), Thea Baker
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