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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2020 19:50:31 GMT
[Rylonis Trellgin - Jungle, Kerelia] Rylonis listened to the other scientists as she took in the area around them as they walked. Her brain was swarming as it came up with a million theories and hypothesis. She wasn't sure even where to begin. Then she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by the captain and she straightened up. " Well, ma'am, the Arkonian's are not a water based race, in fact, they do not have sweat glands. And if I recall their history correctly, their own planet was only about 20 to 30 percent water. The plants and such there focused more on solar and night time growth. Their drink of preference is this brown goop type substance that is not very palatable to most other races," she explained. " During the day they had to retreat into caves in order not to overheat as well, causing them to also be rather nocturnal. Now, given how Keleria is a half land half water planet, I would say there is actually quite the possibility that if there were a sentient species on Keleria, they could possibly not need water. And depending on evolution, they could either be an air fairing race, or completely land based. But there is also the possibly that the complete opposite is true and that a sentient species on this planet could be completely water based to the point they live under water," she explained more. " I hope this helps ma'am," she said, and then the captain started looking for her Tricorder. " Didn't you put it on your bag?" she asked, walking over to the captains backpack, but also noticing the Tricorder was gone. "Captain...?" she asked, a tone of pure concern. If there was indeed a sentient species on this planet and if they weren't advanced, this could mean that the Prime Directive had been broken. [...] As he heard that a Tricorder was missing, Jett shrugged for a second and said “It could have also been easily dropped” . Tom said calmly. There was no need to panic at the moment until they had more information. Jett pulled out his Tricorder and said “I’m sure we can adjust our Tricorder, to so a scan for a specific mineral found on the Tricorder to locate it.”. Tom suggested. He pulled out his Tricorder and attempted to do a scan. He then looked confused and asked out loud “Does someone know how to do that…I barely use these things” . Tom said as he offered his Tricorder for someone to adjust. Since clearly he was showing that Science was not his forte. [...] Caroline walked up a little closer to the stopped group, and decided to throw her own two cents in, for what it was worth. ”I’d maybe stick to the stripping, Captain Leather Pants. There’s probably decent sturdy tree branches around here if you’re still in need of a pole. I think your solution might be more complicated than the problem requires, if you want my opinion. All tricorders here should be running on the same frequency, by default. Change the frequency on the tricorders we do have, scan for the default frequency, and the lost one should stick out like a sore thumb.” She shrugged a shoulder, and treated herself to another piece of candy as a reward. ”I may have almost gotten eaten by that heckin’ Harvey demon plant, but I’m not as dumb as I look.” She gave a wink with her words. Science wasn’t her wheelhouse for sure, and she likely couldn’t really go toe to toe with the ensigns, but she did understand some technology. [Felicity Ellis - Jungle, Kerelia]Felicity was pleased when everyone fell silent and allowed Trellgin to voice her own theories. This was exactly what they'd come for. Certainly, their main mission was to facilitate the new colonists, but research would help make that easier. Forewarned meaning they were forearmed, of course. She wrinkled her nose a little at the mention of brown goop, but overall she was grateful for the ensign's knowledge. "So Kerelia could potentially be a favourable option for all sorts of species; nocturnal, diurnal, reliant on water or cave-dwelling. What a boon." She was pleased. She raised her hands, using her fingers to pull back her loose hair and tug it back upward into a high ponytail. Everything wilted a little in the humidity, including hair. "The question of evolution of species on this planet is also a very interesting one, Ensign." She finished tightening her locks and continued, "For a planet as old as Kerelia is, we've found no surface sign of any civilisation. Scans of the large bodies of water yielded nothing beyond what we could expect of a young planet." Felicity shook her head then, ponytail swishing to and fro with the movement. "Weird."Her missing tricorder was also very weird. "I did," she confirmed to Trellgin when the young woman asked if she'd left it on top of her backpack. At Jett's words her sharp eyes darted toward him, and she frowned slightly. "It wasn't dropped." Did the man assume everyone was a moron? Riordan, who had been quietly tailing, observing and munching candies, chose that moment to speak up. Felicity snorted in response to the new nickname - Captain Leather Pants. It was an odd choice of attire for the jungle, to be fair. But the two of them together, snarking aside, had come up with an easy solution to her lost tricorder problem. "Ensigns," she turned to ensure she included not just Trellgin beside her, but also Sinclair and Quinn, "If one of you could do the honours, please. A simple frequency re-calibration and we should be able to pinpoint my bloody tricorder..."Really, where could it have gone? Even a Captain had to report lost or damaged devices. She slipped her bag off her shoulder and started another fruitless search inside.
Tags: Rylonis Trellgin , Thomas Jett , Caroline Riordan , @lyricsinclair , Isaiah Quinn and Judith Eastman (Doug). [At Costa] Alex once again barked in laughter as she responded to him. He didn't even notice that they had slipped fully into their more natural language and cadence, but he didn't mind. He preferred it this way anyways. English was such a restrictive language, what with the grammar that was unyielding and sentence structure being closed. Space was free, unrestricting, and full of so many different dialects and variants of language that no two people truly spoke the same language. It was the language of space. =\\= "Walowda ámolof xantedura, na nagut da kewe kori mang. Xalte bi tolowada baseng! Serí tim." =\\= he said, letting her know how far away he was. As he continued to walk, he too heard a noise in the trees and spun around, leveling the disruptor but not firing, not seeing anything downrange. Damn, his nerves were getting jumpy. =\\= "Kewe ando Belówt? Tu no det, keyá? Mi ere bi teristi." =\\= he asked, concerned about her health. It was taking him longer than he'd like to get to her. The longer he waited, the less likely he'd have a source of income when he got there. He heard her threat, but thought it was merely just his Captain posturing. After all, yes humans were animals but they had reason, by and large. They weren't Jem'haddar. Or Sodzha. Blindly following orders, never thinking of how that messes up everyone else. But, it was their galaxy, he just had to live in it. As he arrived in the clearing, he made sure to have the disruptor ready, but not leveled at anyone. Approaching Costa, he spoke again. "Oye, Fretalowda! Leta xi," he said, half tossing half handing her the disruptor while he shrugged his pack off, extracting medical supplies and looking up at her forehead. "Unless to showxa na?" [Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]=//= "To tenye na xash ere misif o ong baseng, Hust." =//= She'd muttered in response to him telling her to keep it in her pants, though her voice was softer and her eyes were so much heavier now than they had been. Was he saying he'd be sad if she died? Costa thought that's what she'd heard. She chuckled and leaned her head back against a rock, grinning up at the green canopies overhead. Murderous cat- tings and concussions aside, it was a nice-looking planet. As far as planets went, of course. =//= "Ya, to bi teristi unte yi Hed." =//= She must have started to drift off, because the noise of his approach caused her to flinch to attention again. She regarded him as he approached from beneath half-shut lids, and then moved to fix her sagging hand back over her bleeding head. "To leta to tim," she muttered, and then jumped when he passed her the disruptor. Despite what was threatening to be the migraine to end all migraines, there was somehow a grin also fighting to make itself known. The corners of her mouth curved upward very slightly when she realised he was willingly giving her his weapon. Maybe he didn't want to murder her and take her ship, after all. She placed the machete down, and slid her free hand over the gun, slipping into the hold like it was a glove. That was much better. "Pagal showxa na. Mi belówt, na nakangepensa."She didn't quite aim the disruptor at her medic. But she didn't not, either.
Tag: Alex Hust [Lyric S- Jungle, Kerelia] Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates."
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
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Position: Civilian - Captain
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Post by Thomas Jett on Apr 8, 2020 23:25:29 GMT
Caroline walked up a little closer to the stopped group, and decided to throw her own two cents in, for what it was worth. ”I’d maybe stick to the stripping, Captain Leather Pants. There’s probably decent sturdy tree branches around here if you’re still in need of a pole. I think your solution might be more complicated than the problem requires, if you want my opinion. All tricorders here should be running on the same frequency, by default. Change the frequency on the tricorders we do have, scan for the default frequency, and the lost one should stick out like a sore thumb.” She shrugged a shoulder, and treated herself to another piece of candy as a reward. ”I may have almost gotten eaten by that heckin’ Harvey demon plant, but I’m not as dumb as I look.” She gave a wink with her words. Science wasn’t her wheelhouse for sure, and she likely couldn’t really go toe to toe with the ensigns, but she did understand some technology. [Kerelia – Jungle] Tom rolled his eyes as he heard the counselor implying he should stick at Stripping. Instead of investigating, he was not a scientist by any means and did not know the details but the concept of looking for the Tricorder with something that makes it different was hardly complicated to come. He then handed the Tricorder to Cara and responded with a faint smiled “I prefer not…the woods might have splinters” . Jett pointed out as he should use the trees as poles. As he began walking with a smirk in his face, “I did not say I am precisely the best scientist on the team. And I never mentioned you looked dumb Lt. To be honest, I barely know you.” . Jett responded with a normal tone of voice. She thought that her insult would get to him but in reality, he just shrugged it off. Felicity was pleased when everyone fell silent and allowed Trellgin to voice her own theories. This was exactly what they'd come for. Certainly, their main mission was to facilitate the new colonists, but research would help make that easier. Forewarned meaning they were forearmed, of course. She wrinkled her nose a little at the mention of brown goop, but overall she was grateful for the ensign's knowledge. "So Kerelia could potentially be a favourable option for all sorts of species; nocturnal, diurnal, reliant on water or cave-dwelling. What a boon." She was pleased. She raised her hands, using her fingers to pull back her loose hair and tug it back upward into a high ponytail. Everything wilted a little in the humidity, including hair. "The question of evolution of species on this planet is also a very interesting one, Ensign." She finished tightening her locks and continued, "For a planet as old as Kerelia is, we've found no surface sign of any civilisation. Scans of the large bodies of water yielded nothing beyond what we could expect of a young planet." Felicity shook her head then, ponytail swishing to and fro with the movement. "Weird."Her missing tricorder was also very weird. "I did," she confirmed to Trellgin when the young woman asked if she'd left it on top of her backpack. At Jett's words her sharp eyes darted toward him, and she frowned slightly. "It wasn't dropped." Did the man assume everyone was a moron? Riordan, who had been quietly tailing, observing and munching candies, chose that moment to speak up. Felicity snorted in response to the new nickname - Captain Leather Pants. It was an odd choice of attire for the jungle, to be fair. But the two of them together, snarking aside, had come up with an easy solution to her lost tricorder problem. "Ensigns," she turned to ensure she included not just Trellgin beside her, but also Sinclair and Quinn, "If one of you could do the honours, please. A simple frequency re-calibration and we should be able to pinpoint my bloody tricorder..."Really, where could it have gone? Even a Captain had to report lost or damaged devices. She slipped her bag off her shoulder and started another fruitless search inside. “Yes. Ma’am” . Jett responded when he heard the Captain mentioned that it was not dropped. She could be right or wrong, but he was mentioning the possibility. EDIT: Quotes decided to die on me, so I purged them. Sorry. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]"For what it's worth, Captain, I lose my tricorders on almost a weekly basis, so you're in good company," Doug shared reassuringly. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's gone AWOL on me right now."Doug took off his backpack and looked through it. "My tricorder is still here. It's a miracle!" he exclaimed. He began the frequency calibration on the visibly beaten-up and yet still new tool, and then looked over into the distance. "Captain, I believe it's that way, and it's on the move!" the El-Aurian scientist announced. "Onwards! Or maybe I'm reading this wrong and it's the other way. I'm not sure."Then, he turned to Jett. The man seemed well-versed in old Earth pop culture. "Mr. Jett, I have a business opportunity for you. If you can get two empty halves of coconut, or something that makes a similar noise, and bang 'em together while I go forth, you will be rewarded," he joked. "That is, provided you can calculate the airspeed velocity of an unladened swallow."
Jett heard Doug’s proposition. He nodded for a second and responded “I think I will pass being your horse. Sir Doug Zaman. However, your question requires me to know. Are you revering to a European or African swallow?” . The man responded with a smile as he heard the situation he was calm as the location as the Tricorder was revealed he had little to add as it was not his specialty, so he would not know he could not calibrate the darn thing. [Lyric S- Jungle, Kerelia] Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks." Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "Even around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." Tom looked at Felicity as he wanted to hear her answer. She was in charge and it was her mission. Splitting up might sound like a good idea but it leaves them more vulnerable to danger. The choice was the Captain and not his.
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
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Rank: Commander
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Apr 9, 2020 0:21:42 GMT
[Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]=//= "To tenye na xash ere misif o ong baseng, Hust." =//= She'd muttered in response to him telling her to keep it in her pants, though her voice was softer and her eyes were so much heavier now than they had been. Was he saying he'd be sad if she died? Costa thought that's what she'd heard. She chuckled and leaned her head back against a rock, grinning up at the green canopies overhead. Murderous cat- tings and concussions aside, it was a nice-looking planet. As far as planets went, of course. =//= "Ya, to bi teristi unte yi Hed." =//= She must have started to drift off, because the noise of his approach caused her to flinch to attention again. She regarded him as he approached from beneath half-shut lids, and then moved to fix her sagging hand back over her bleeding head. "To leta to tim," she muttered, and then jumped when he passed her the disruptor. Despite what was threatening to be the migraine to end all migraines, there was somehow a grin also fighting to make itself known. The corners of her mouth curved upward very slightly when she realised he was willingly giving her his weapon. Maybe he didn't want to murder her and take her ship, after all. She placed the machete down, and slid her free hand over the gun, slipping into the hold like it was a glove. That was much better. "Pagal showxa na. Mi belówt, na nakangepensa."She didn't quite aim the disruptor at her medic. But she didn't not, either. [At Costa] Alex yanked out a second roll of gear from his bag, loaded a hypospray with a cocktail of vertazine and codrazine, and reached over toward her neck with the hypo in hand, while speaking directly and blutnly to her. "Xalte náterash. Dzhush," he said, no bedside manner to speak of. It was more a command, an order. One he'd enforce. It was an attitude he'd learned while working alongside Fleet during the last war. Often, he had to let go attachments and cut away fluff in order to help patients the best. He did what he had to, especially with uncooperative patients. He tried to push the hypo against her neck. If he was able, the results would be quick. The stimulant would go to work, and the cocktail would begin to raise alertness and dispel dizziness. "Terásh voyu wel, to ere wa ruchirownya watim. Leta-go wamang kowlting," he continued to chastise her, moving with a gauze-like substance to put direct pressure on her gash before he could get tools to deal with it. In all likelihood, it would be painful. "Dédawang to ámolof bi rescue," he finished, unable to keep but teasing her more. He repositioned himself closer to her head and face, examining as he could - what she would allow him to - see, hand reaching for a dermal regenerator to seal up the wound. "Milowda go bek fo da kapawu, ke?" [Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]She complied, probably feeling a little too out of it to react strongly to his blunt command. Under the circumstances, she could almost appreciate the lack of preamble. He was there to take the pain away, and that's what he seemed to want to do. Costa's head fell to one side, exposing her neck to the hypo. Mere seconds after the depressed hiss, she could feel her thoughts begin to clear and her vision settle. The nausea receded and her eyes closed as the feeling of equilibrium returned. She'd had no idea just how bad she'd been, and how quickly she'd become accustomed to it, until it had been taken away. "Mogut," she said softly before opening her eyes and removing the press from her forehead. But he wasn't quite finished. She listened to Hust's lecture, her jaw clenched and her eyes staring, the only outward signs of the temper within. He took up nearly her full field of vision, before her as he was, gauze in hand and moving closer, but something else caught her eye. A flash of brown beyond. Her eyes didn't move from his though, staying fixed on him even as she winced with the pain of the new pressure on the deep cut above her eye. It wasn't until he reached for the dermal regenerator that she made her move. One hand shot out, intent on snatching a hold of his loose shirt, wanting, somehow, to keep him in place. "Náterash," she hissed out; her turn to tell him not to move. It was only then that she glanced beyond him, sought the skulking catmon for her aim, and moved the disruptor to fire. Peering around his side, she took her shot and didn't speak again until she was sure the cat was staying down. There were two things one should never show their back to in this world. The first was Costa herself when she was in reach of your valuables. The second was obviously this predatory feline. She lowered the gun. "Na, mi mowsh du go vedi xi cave unte ge milowda bik pay-day. To go bek fo da kapawu, bi séfesowng xitim. Catmon-ting det."
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Alex Hust
Civilian
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Position: Civilian Medic
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Hust on Apr 9, 2020 1:35:32 GMT
[Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]She complied, probably feeling a little too out of it to react strongly to his blunt command. Under the circumstances, she could almost appreciate the lack of preamble. He was there to take the pain away, and that's what he seemed to want to do. Costa's head fell to one side, exposing her neck to the hypo. Mere seconds after the depressed hiss, she could feel her thoughts begin to clear and her vision settle. The nausea receded and her eyes closed as the feeling of equilibrium returned. She'd had no idea just how bad she'd been, and how quickly she'd become accustomed to it, until it had been taken away. "Mogut," she said softly before opening her eyes and removing the press from her forehead. But he wasn't quite finished. She listened to Hust's lecture, her jaw clenched and her eyes staring, the only outward signs of the temper within. He took up nearly her full field of vision, before her as he was, gauze in hand and moving closer, but something else caught her eye. A flash of brown beyond. Her eyes didn't move from his though, staying fixed on him even as she winced with the pain of the new pressure on the deep cut above her eye. It wasn't until he reached for the dermal regenerator that she made her move. One hand shot out, intent on snatching a hold of his loose shirt, wanting, somehow, to keep him in place. "Náterash," she hissed out; her turn to tell him not to move. It was only then that she glanced beyond him, sought the skulking catmon for her aim, and moved the disruptor to fire. Peering around his side, she took her shot and didn't speak again until she was sure the cat was staying down. There were two things one should never show their back to in this world. The first was Costa herself when she was in reach of your valuables. The second was obviously this predatory feline. She lowered the gun. "Na, mi mowsh du go vedi xi cave unte ge milowda bik pay-day. To go bek fo da kapawu, bi séfesowng xitim. Catmon-ting det."Alex Hust [At Costa] It shocked Alex when she allowed him such easy access to her neck with the hypo. Only moments ago, she'd been less than a step away from insinuating he wanted to kill her. How easy it would have been to have a scalpel or poison, and here she was just lolling her head to the side to accept the drugs like an obedient child. Nonetheless, the drugs did what they intended. The hiss of a Hypo, and moments later she was back to her usual self. "Tugut, Tugut," he said, muttering to as much himself as her. Now he had to hope she just didn't shoot him. He didn't notice the animal lurking, focusing more on his patient. After all, that was why he gave her the disruptor. As he reached over with the dermal regenerator, suddenly she moved, with a speed that he didn't think she had in her given her present state. She spun around, squeezing the disruptor and firing at him. He heard her warning to stay still as she squeezed, but couldn't help but try to spin out of the way. He still knew that if she was trying to kill him, it was too late. The beam would hit him, and given the setting he had it on his insides would boil and then liquefy, killing him as his nervous system overloaded. But the beam never hit him. It wasn't meant for him. Instead, beams of green shot forth with a high pitched whine, striking the predator who experienced the very unfortunate circumstances that Alex had been envisioning in his future. It stayed down, as Alex made a grab to put his hand on the disruptor to prevent her from getting any ideas on aiming it at him. As he tried to take back the disruptor, and put it in his holster, he heard her speaking. In effect, she was trying to order him back to the ship, as she continued on her fool's errand. "Na, Hed. Mi gonya go wit to. To na go solo. Mi go wit tu, xalte wa eye ere tu," he said, cleaning up his kit and handing her the remaining gauze. "Wash tusif xox, Keyá?
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Apr 9, 2020 16:37:04 GMT
Pood was done relieving herself, and kicked up some dirt towards Quinn. "Sorry about that," Doug apologized to the young man. "She's a bit of a privacy fiend and an exhibitionist all in one. If Mr. Jett were to accept my offer and become my squire, he could help clean it up."The last words were said with a look towards the leather-clad civilian. "By the way, Mr. Jett, what brought you here? A love of the unknown and the wonders of nature?"
[...] "For what it's worth, Captain, I lose my tricorders on almost a weekly basis, so you're in good company," Doug shared reassuringly. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's gone AWOL on me right now."Doug took off his backpack and looked through it. "My tricorder is still here. It's a miracle!" he exclaimed. He began the frequency calibration on the visibly beaten-up and yet still new tool, and then looked over into the distance. "Captain, I believe it's that way, and it's on the move!" the El-Aurian scientist announced. "Onwards! Or maybe I'm reading this wrong and it's the other way. I'm not sure."Then Lyric began to follow Quinn, if they were going to move out of the area, she did not want to get left behind.
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Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." As the others began to catch up she turned to address them. "Okay folks, we've got an hour before we've to head back. We're close to the river, I'd like to go a little further and check it out." Just in case they hadn't heard her exchange with Ozu, she pointed upward toward the trees. "Keep an eye and ear out for some company from above." Then she bent to retrieve her backpack and waved Trellgin over as soon as she saw her. "Ensign, I know most civilisations throughout history, both on Earth and elsewhere, have favoured housing themselves near bodies of water. But are there any notable exceptions to that rule?" She asked the archaeologist with some curiosity, wondering as to the preferences of some of the incoming colonists. While she spoke she was searching around for her tricorder. She patted herself down, searching for the device, but it was nowhere to be found. Not on her bag, where she was sure she'd left it, nor attached to her belt... She glanced around the jungle floor. "Anyone seen my tricorder?" Felicity asked then, her tone holding some slight confusion. [...] Felicity was pleased when everyone fell silent and allowed Trellgin to voice her own theories. This was exactly what they'd come for. Certainly, their main mission was to facilitate the new colonists, but research would help make that easier. Forewarned meaning they were forearmed, of course. She wrinkled her nose a little at the mention of brown goop, but overall she was grateful for the ensign's knowledge. "So Kerelia could potentially be a favourable option for all sorts of species; nocturnal, diurnal, reliant on water or cave-dwelling. What a boon." She was pleased. She raised her hands, using her fingers to pull back her loose hair and tug it back upward into a high ponytail. Everything wilted a little in the humidity, including hair. "The question of evolution of species on this planet is also a very interesting one, Ensign." She finished tightening her locks and continued, "For a planet as old as Kerelia is, we've found no surface sign of any civilisation. Scans of the large bodies of water yielded nothing beyond what we could expect of a young planet." Felicity shook her head then, ponytail swishing to and fro with the movement. "Weird."Her missing tricorder was also very weird. "I did," she confirmed to Trellgin when the young woman asked if she'd left it on top of her backpack. At Jett's words her sharp eyes darted toward him, and she frowned slightly. "It wasn't dropped." Did the man assume everyone was a moron? Riordan, who had been quietly tailing, observing and munching candies, chose that moment to speak up. Felicity snorted in response to the new nickname - Captain Leather Pants. It was an odd choice of attire for the jungle, to be fair. But the two of them together, snarking aside, had come up with an easy solution to her lost tricorder problem. "Ensigns," she turned to ensure she included not just Trellgin beside her, but also Sinclair and Quinn, "If one of you could do the honours, please. A simple frequency re-calibration and we should be able to pinpoint my bloody tricorder..."Really, where could it have gone? Even a Captain had to report lost or damaged devices. She slipped her bag off her shoulder and started another fruitless search inside. As he heard that a Tricorder was missing, Jett shrugged for a second and said “It could have also been easily dropped” . Tom said calmly. There was no need to panic at the moment until they had more information. Jett pulled out his Tricorder and said “I’m sure we can adjust our Tricorder, to so a scan for a specific mineral found on the Tricorder to locate it.”. Tom suggested. He pulled out his Tricorder and attempted to do a scan. He then looked confused and asked out loud “Does someone know how to do that…I barely use these things” . Tom said as he offered his Tricorder for someone to adjust. Since clearly he was showing that Science was not his forte. [...] Caroline walked up a little closer to the stopped group, and decided to throw her own two cents in, for what it was worth. ”I’d maybe stick to the stripping, Captain Leather Pants. There’s probably decent sturdy tree branches around here if you’re still in need of a pole. I think your solution might be more complicated than the problem requires, if you want my opinion. All tricorders here should be running on the same frequency, by default. Change the frequency on the tricorders we do have, scan for the default frequency, and the lost one should stick out like a sore thumb.” She shrugged a shoulder, and treated herself to another piece of candy as a reward. ”I may have almost gotten eaten by that heckin’ Harvey demon plant, but I’m not as dumb as I look.” She gave a wink with her words. Science wasn’t her wheelhouse for sure, and she likely couldn’t really go toe to toe with the ensigns, but she did understand some technology. [...] Rylonis listened to the other scientists as she took in the area around them as they walked. Her brain was swarming as it came up with a million theories and hypothesis. She wasn't sure even where to begin. Then she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by the captain and she straightened up. " Well, ma'am, the Arkonian's are not a water based race, in fact, they do not have sweat glands. And if I recall their history correctly, their own planet was only about 20 to 30 percent water. The plants and such there focused more on solar and night time growth. Their drink of preference is this brown goop type substance that is not very palatable to most other races," she explained. " During the day they had to retreat into caves in order not to overheat as well, causing them to also be rather nocturnal. Now, given how Keleria is a half land half water planet, I would say there is actually quite the possibility that if there were a sentient species on Keleria, they could possibly not need water. And depending on evolution, they could either be an air fairing race, or completely land based. But there is also the possibly that the complete opposite is true and that a sentient species on this planet could be completely water based to the point they live under water," she explained more. " I hope this helps ma'am," she said, and then the captain started looking for her Tricorder. " Didn't you put it on your bag?" she asked, walking over to the captains backpack, but also noticing the Tricorder was gone. "Captain...?" she asked, a tone of pure concern. If there was indeed a sentient species on this planet and if they weren't advanced, this could mean that the Prime Directive had been broken. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Jungle, LZ-1, Kerelia] As bits of dirt were kicked up towards Isaiah, the ensign instinctively lifted his hand to guard himself from any unwanted bits. "Hey!" he said said to the PooDoo as Dr. Zaman apoogized on behalf of his pet. A quick inspection revealed that not much damage in the way of soiling his uniform or boots had been done. Still, Quinn had been convinced to grant the little creature a wider berth the next time it wished to relieve itself. He made certain to secure the rest of the samples before moving on to follow the Captain. As he continued on the path, he could hear the debate about life on this planet brewing. Both Sinclair and Trellgin seemed to have some ideas. The question of carnivorous plant life had come up, which instantly brought Isaiah's mind to Harvey. Talk about a weird first day. He thought it best to not even bother mentioning the creature. The discussion then went on to mention possible types of life that didn't need water to live, in response to the Captain's query. "To that point, I would simply say that traditionally, ecosystems are rather dependent upon each of its components," Isaiah stated, while carefully, brushing a limb out of his path. "If there's water here, it stands to reason that the life around it depends upon it. Given the planet's composition of water, I'd hypothesize that the majority of life on this planet does depend upon it. Not just from the bodies of water, but from the weather systems as well. There's also the soil to consider. It could be quite proficient for moisture retention. We'll certainly have a better answer soon enough." He patted his kit which contained the samples he had taken. It was around then, that the mystery of the Captain's missing tricorder emerged. That coupled with her announcement about keeping watch of whatever was looming overhead. Counselor Riordan was the first to comment about using the other tricorders to hone in on the missing device's signature. A bit of relief fell over Isaiah. It seemed that Jett, or rather his choice of fashion, had captured the counselor's attention. She may have referenced him as an exotic dancer, but somehow Isaiah wasn't convinced that such an individual could make it onto a Starfleet away team if those were his only credentials. As he'd pointed out, the Captain had proven to be a very practical commander. The man had to have something valuable to contribute to the mission. For the time being, they simply weren't privy to it. Lyric made the suggestion of splitting up. It was certainly an option, but definitely the Captain's call. Dr. Zaman then announced that he had picked up the signal of her tricorder and pointed in one direction... and then the opposite direction. Looking at his own tricorder, he was quickly able to pick up what he assumed to be the same readings as Dr. Zaman. "You're right, it is moving. That way," he reported pointing in the direction Zaman had indicated first. He then, looked towards Captain Ellis, to see how she wanted to proceed and if she actually wanted to split up. "Orders, Captain?"
Tags: Judith Eastman (Doug) Felicity Ellis Rylonis Trellgin @lyricsinclair Caroline Riordan (soft) Thomas Jett (soft)
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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 9, 2020 19:52:54 GMT
[Ensign Lurai Sren - LZ-1, Kerelia, clearing]
Lurai looked at Saya. ”I'm afraid I can't tell what it is. Hopefully not a predator. I wonder if it's hunger”, she mused. "Sorry, I haven't seen your hyperspanner either, Chief."
She nodded in agreement to Thea as she suggested they start sorting out the crates of medical equipment. ”Right away, Ma'am.” Walking over to the crates, she suddenly froze in place as more sensations swept into her mind and made her look up at the trees again. ”There are more.” Looking from tree to tree she continued: ”Now there's... a dozen of them, I think. They're all feeling the same sort of pain.” She still couldn't make out just what was causing it. The Ensign shook her head. The crates. Back to work.
Lifting up the first crate she began to sort and stack them neatly. All the sensations of pain coming from the unseen life forms in the trees were a bit distracting, but she wasn't going to let them infringe on her work performance.
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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 9, 2020 21:42:24 GMT
EDIT: Quotes decided to die on me, so I purged them. Sorry. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]"For what it's worth, Captain, I lose my tricorders on almost a weekly basis, so you're in good company," Doug shared reassuringly. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's gone AWOL on me right now."Doug took off his backpack and looked through it. "My tricorder is still here. It's a miracle!" he exclaimed. He began the frequency calibration on the visibly beaten-up and yet still new tool, and then looked over into the distance. "Captain, I believe it's that way, and it's on the move!" the El-Aurian scientist announced. "Onwards! Or maybe I'm reading this wrong and it's the other way. I'm not sure."Then, he turned to Jett. The man seemed well-versed in old Earth pop culture. "Mr. Jett, I have a business opportunity for you. If you can get two empty halves of coconut, or something that makes a similar noise, and bang 'em together while I go forth, you will be rewarded," he joked. "That is, provided you can calculate the airspeed velocity of an unladened swallow."[Lyric S- Jungle, Kerelia] Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Jungle, LZ-1, Kerelia] As bits of dirt were kicked up towards Isaiah, the ensign instinctively lifted his hand to guard himself from any unwanted bits. "Hey!" he said said to the PooDoo as Dr. Zaman apoogized on behalf of his pet. A quick inspection revealed that not much damage in the way of soiling his uniform or boots had been done. Still, Quinn had been convinced to grant the little creature a wider berth the next time it wished to relieve itself. He made certain to secure the rest of the samples before moving on to follow the Captain. As he continued on the path, he could hear the debate about life on this planet brewing. Both Sinclair and Trellgin seemed to have some ideas. The question of carnivorous plant life had come up, which instantly brought Isaiah's mind to Harvey. Talk about a weird first day. He thought it best to not even bother mentioning the creature. The discussion then went on to mention possible types of life that didn't need water to live, in response to the Captain's query. "To that point, I would simply say that traditionally, ecosystems are rather dependent upon each of its components," Isaiah stated, while carefully, brushing a limb out of his path. "If there's water here, it stands to reason that the life around it depends upon it. Given the planet's composition of water, I'd hypothesize that the majority of life on this planet does depend upon it. Not just from the bodies of water, but from the weather systems as well. There's also the soil to consider. It could be quite proficient for moisture retention. We'll certainly have a better answer soon enough." He patted his kit which contained the samples he had taken. It was around then, that the mystery of the Captain's missing tricorder emerged. That coupled with her announcement about keeping watch of whatever was looming overhead. Counselor Riordan was the first to comment about using the other tricorders to hone in on the missing device's signature. A bit of relief fell over Isaiah. It seemed that Jett, or rather his choice of fashion, had captured the counselor's attention. She may have referenced him as an exotic dancer, but somehow Isaiah wasn't convinced that such an individual could make it onto a Starfleet away team if those were his only credentials. As he'd pointed out, the Captain had proven to be a very practical commander. The man had to have something valuable to contribute to the mission. For the time being, they simply weren't privy to it. Lyric made the suggestion of splitting up. It was certainly an option, but definitely the Captain's call. Dr. Zaman then announced that he had picked up the signal of her tricorder and pointed in one direction... and then the opposite direction. Looking at his own tricorder, he was quickly able to pick up what he assumed to be the same readings as Dr. Zaman. "You're right, it is moving. That way," he reported pointing in the direction Zaman had indicated first. He then, looked towards Captain Ellis, to see how she wanted to proceed and if she actually wanted to split up. "Orders, Captain?" [Felicity Ellis - Hunting tricorders, Jungle, Kerelia]She found herself grinning in response to the El-Aurian's confession. Felicity supposed that when she'd learned as much as he had, and lived as long, she could be excused some moments of pedestrian forgetfulness. At Lyric's suggestion that there might be prints of some kind, she turned to look at the young ensign, arched a brow, but proceeded to search the area around their feet anyway. She had no idea what had happened to her tricorder, but she was doubtful that anything had managed to bypass all of them, not to mention also having the mental capacity to take a piece of technology. If there had been tracks, they'd been disturbed and scuffled by their own footfalls. She shook her head and addressed Sinclair, while the others were busy re-calibrating and scanning, "Apart from our own tracks, I can't see any signs of anything." She stepped closer to one of the Fly-Bee nests and peered around it. She had paused there briefly to respond to Saya, after all. "Nothing here. Can you see anything?" Perhaps she'd ventured too close to the winged creatures, as they weren't really hovering any more, but zig-zagging from side to side in seemingly random patterns, their buzzing increasing. She kept an eye on the flies as she stepped back and glanced quickly at Sinclair as she passed over her tricorder. "Thank you, Ensign. I'll have this right back to you."Once she was a safe enough distance away from the swarm, she checked the readout on the device just as Doug and Ensign Quinn got a lock on her lost tricorder. She frowned, realising then that Sinclair wanting to look for tracks wasn't such an outlandish idea, after all. When Quinn looked for her orders, Felicity waved them on. She saw little point in splitting up at that late juncture. "Let's go. Follow the signal, keep each other in your sights at all times. Don't worry, Sinclair, we'll have plenty of time tomorrow for more discoveries."She might have smiled had she not been about to chase a flying tricorder through the jungle. ~~~ About a kilometer from where Felicity had last seen her tricorder intact, they found what was left of it, scattered across a small clearing. It was completely smashed and entirely dead.
Tag: Isaiah Quinn , @lyricsinclair . Softs: Caroline Riordan , Thomas Jett , Rylonis Trellgin and Judith Eastman [At Costa] It shocked Alex when she allowed him such easy access to her neck with the hypo. Only moments ago, she'd been less than a step away from insinuating he wanted to kill her. How easy it would have been to have a scalpel or poison, and here she was just lolling her head to the side to accept the drugs like an obedient child. Nonetheless, the drugs did what they intended. The hiss of a Hypo, and moments later she was back to her usual self. "Tugut, Tugut," he said, muttering to as much himself as her. Now he had to hope she just didn't shoot him. He didn't notice the animal lurking, focusing more on his patient. After all, that was why he gave her the disruptor. As he reached over with the dermal regenerator, suddenly she moved, with a speed that he didn't think she had in her given her present state. She spun around, squeezing the disruptor and firing at him. He heard her warning to stay still as she squeezed, but couldn't help but try to spin out of the way. He still knew that if she was trying to kill him, it was too late. The beam would hit him, and given the setting he had it on his insides would boil and then liquefy, killing him as his nervous system overloaded. But the beam never hit him. It wasn't meant for him. Instead, beams of green shot forth with a high pitched whine, striking the predator who experienced the very unfortunate circumstances that Alex had been envisioning in his future. It stayed down, as Alex made a grab to put his hand on the disruptor to prevent her from getting any ideas on aiming it at him. As he tried to take back the disruptor, and put it in his holster, he heard her speaking. In effect, she was trying to order him back to the ship, as she continued on her fool's errand. "Na, Hed. Mi gonya go wit to. To na go solo. Mi go wit tu, xalte wa eye ere tu," he said, cleaning up his kit and handing her the remaining gauze. "Wash tusif xox, Keyá? [Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]"Kemang det unte du to Hed?" She fired back when he deigned to give her orders again. Costa's eyes narrowed when she realised he was relieving her of the disruptor. They left the prone form of the poor catmon - for which she felt a strange pang of regret - and speared him with an unhappy stare. "Na. Mi go da cave, solo, to go bek fo da kapawu. Solo." Alone being the operative word. She focused on her anger at him; it was easier than dealing with anything else, and for a few moments she'd completely forgotten that she's badly sprained her ankle. The reality of her injury assaulted her violently when she managed to stand, and her leg almost gave out from under her. Kind of ruined her tough Hed act, especially the wimpy gasp of pain she'd exhaled. "Kaka..." She glanced down at the treacherous leg, and then back up at Alex, her expression no less displeased. "Bera gif wa-dzhush fo peng, Belówtwala, unte go, ké?" She tugged the hem of her vest top upward and began to use it to wipe the blood first from her chest, then her neck, trying to act as though she was well able to do everything alone.
Tag: Alex Hust
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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 9, 2020 22:13:15 GMT
[Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]"Kemang det unte du to Hed?" She fired back when he deigned to give her orders again. Costa's eyes narrowed when she realised he was relieving her of the disruptor. They left the prone form of the poor catmon - for which she felt a strange pang of regret - and speared him with an unhappy stare. "Na. Mi go da cave, solo, to go bek fo da kapawu. Solo." Alone being the operative word. She focused on her anger at him; it was easier than dealing with anything else, and for a few moments she'd completely forgotten that she's badly sprained her ankle. The reality of her injury assaulted her violently when she managed to stand, and her leg almost gave out from under her. Kind of ruined her tough Hed act, especially the wimpy gasp of pain she'd exhaled. "Kaka..." She glanced down at the treacherous leg, and then back up at Alex, her expression no less displeased. "Bera gif wa-dzhush fo peng, Belówtwala, unte go, ké?" She tugged the hem of her vest top upward and began to use it to wipe the blood first from her chest, then her neck, trying to act as though she was well able to do everything alone. Alex Hust [At Costa] Alex didn't pay her much mind as she continued on her tirade of annoyance. As he fiddled, he made sure to power down the disruptor, the slight whine of a charged weapon fading away. After all, he didn't want anyone grabbing it and shooting him in the leg still in the holster. It would only take moments to charge back up if he needed it, which hopefully he wouldn't. "Belówtwala bossmang detim tu belówt. Mi keng wit belówt. Tu mi wala deradzhang." He rolled her eyes as she once again gave him an order, but then his head snapped with concern when she tried to stand, moving to brace her or prop her up if she needed. Of course, she took the opportunity to demand drugs, which he begrudgingly extracted from his supplies and handed her, one hypospray with 5 dosages left. Painkillers and stimulants. "Sili tu na náterash, im gonya ge momal," he chastised her again, actually concerned she wouldn't listen. "Den tu natim terash wamotim." "Leta-com mi of tu moteng kopeng, sasa?" he said, moving off toward the woods. He'd make her call for help and admit she was hurt. It was always better if she decided she needed the help. Already, the animals of the forest had started to flock to the dead cat - life moved on and waited for nobody. He thumbed the safety hook back off the holster, as he entered the woods heading toward the ship. "Na pensa tu xantedura, Hed!"
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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 10, 2020 2:25:22 GMT
”I wonder the same thing”, she replied to Dr. Baker. ”The creature might be confused by our presence, but hopefully we didn't cause its pain.” She didn't like the idea that they would be causing grief for the local fauna, despite their best efforts. Standing near the Chief engineer, she heard the exchange between Saya and the Captain and nodded. It made sense, there was no need to make anything big out of this. ”Acknowledged. I can work on the triage setup and simultaneously observe the creature...” Pausing, she looked up towards the trees again. ”There's two of them now. Both are in pain.” Still no visual sign of the life forms, hidden as they were in the thick foliage. This was getting increasingly intriguing, and worrying.
[ Chief Ozu Saya - LZ 1 - Kerelia] =/\= Acknowledged, Captain. Take care, =/\= Saya said, signing off. Her eyebrow shot up, then furrowed at Lurai's mention of a second creature joining the first. In pain? Why would both creatures be in pain? I hope that our mere presence isn't causing the poor creatures distress, she said, moving over to help a lone engineer lift one of the wall panels free from the stack. Another quickly stepped in to take it off her hands and help carry it over to the ops station, which was quickly taking shape. I should go assist the others, Saya said, reaching for her bag to grab her hyperspanner. She shot another glance at the tree where the creatures were perched, a concerning thought crossing her mind. I hope there's not some larger predator around injuring the animals.Saya realized that the familiar shape of her hyperspanner wasn't coming readily to her fingers and looked down, holding open the bag to search visually. That was so odd. Saya knew it had been in there when she'd grabbed the bag that morning. Has anyone seen my hyperspanner? Saya called to the clearing at large. Several of the engineers shook their heads or called out, No, not that Saya expected anything different. None of them would have taken anything from her personal kit without permission.
Tag: Lurai Sren Thea Baker [ Thea - LZ1, Kerelia] " I hope not either, I'd hate to think that our arrival has caused some upset" Thea responded, to her companions, glad that she wasn't the only one that felt that way as Sren and Saya acknowledged the Captain's order. Now that they had their orders, Thea was ready to continue in setting up the triage centre, although would be more cautious about the creature's presence, especially when Lurai then mentioned that there was a second creature, who was suffering the same way as the first. This was definitely a strange and possible disturbing situation that they now found themselves in, especially when the possibility of a large predator being involved. That caused a shiver down her spine, before Saya informed them that she was going to assist the others. " Whatever the reason, I think we should be cautious and acknowledged Chief".With the Chief helping the Engineer's in putting the Ops station together, Thea then turned to Lurai, thinking that they should also get to work. " Let's go start sorting out the crates for the triage centre, so they're ready for putting into the centre" she suggested, before Saya then drew their attention, with an issue regarding her hyperspanner. The CMO couldn't remember seeing anything drop from the Chief's bag but then again, she had been pretty much occupied since returning to the group. Glad that they were wearing this particular variant of their uniform for this climate as she moved forward to offer help. " Would you like some help in trying to find it?".
tag Ozu Saya & Lurai Sren [Ensign Lurai Sren - LZ-1, Kerelia, clearing]
Lurai looked at Saya. ”I'm afraid I can't tell what it is. Hopefully not a predator. I wonder if it's hunger”, she mused. "Sorry, I haven't seen your hyperspanner either, Chief."
She nodded in agreement to Thea as she suggested they start sorting out the crates of medical equipment. ”Right away, Ma'am.” Walking over to the crates, she suddenly froze in place as more sensations swept into her mind and made her look up at the trees again. ”There are more.” Looking from tree to tree she continued: ”Now there's... a dozen of them, I think. They're all feeling the same sort of pain.” She still couldn't make out just what was causing it. The Ensign shook her head. The crates. Back to work.
Lifting up the first crate she began to sort and stack them neatly. All the sensations of pain coming from the unseen life forms in the trees were a bit distracting, but she wasn't going to let them infringe on her work performance. [ Chief Ozu Saya - LZ 1 - Kerelia] Saya blew out a frustrated breath and nodded her assent to Thea's assistance. Yes, thank you. I can't imagine where it could have gone. Not a single one of these engineers would touch my personal tool kit, not without my express permission. She put her hands on her hips and looked around in consternation. I set the bag down there by the shuttle, and I wasn't away from it for very long. She crouched to peer behind the panels that leaned against the side of the shuttle but saw nothing in the shaded space beneath. She popped to her feet when the Betazoid doctor reported the dramatic increase in the number of creatures in the trees, her brow furrowing in concern. Eyes on the trees, Saya called out, Let's set up a perimeter guard and try to get some scans in the trees above and around the clearing. A couple of engineers left the building efforts to assist the security officers in carrying out her orders. Saya tapped her combadge: =/\= Ozu to Ellis. I hope I'm not being alarmist, but Dr. Sren now reports that there are a dozen of the creatures in the trees, all in some kind of pain. I'm becoming quite concerned that they might attack if they feel they are under threat or that there may be some predator around agitating them. We're setting up a perimeter now. =/\= Lurai SrenThea Baker
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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 10, 2020 8:52:20 GMT
[Ensign Lurai Sren - LZ-1, Kerelia, clearing]
Lurai looked at Saya. ”I'm afraid I can't tell what it is. Hopefully not a predator. I wonder if it's hunger”, she mused. "Sorry, I haven't seen your hyperspanner either, Chief."
She nodded in agreement to Thea as she suggested they start sorting out the crates of medical equipment. ”Right away, Ma'am.” Walking over to the crates, she suddenly froze in place as more sensations swept into her mind and made her look up at the trees again. ”There are more.” Looking from tree to tree she continued: ”Now there's... a dozen of them, I think. They're all feeling the same sort of pain.” She still couldn't make out just what was causing it. The Ensign shook her head. The crates. Back to work.
Lifting up the first crate she began to sort and stack them neatly. All the sensations of pain coming from the unseen life forms in the trees were a bit distracting, but she wasn't going to let them infringe on her work performance. [ Chief Ozu Saya - LZ 1 - Kerelia] Saya blew out a frustrated breath and nodded her assent to Thea's assistance. Yes, thank you. I can't imagine where it could have gone. Not a single one of these engineers would touch my personal tool kit, not without my express permission. She put her hands on her hips and looked around in consternation. I set the bag down there by the shuttle, and I wasn't away from it for very long. She crouched to peer behind the panels that leaned against the side of the shuttle but saw nothing in the shaded space beneath. She popped to her feet when the Betazoid doctor reported the dramatic increase in the number of creatures in the trees, her brow furrowing in concern. Eyes on the trees, Saya called out, Let's set up a perimeter guard and try to get some scans in the trees above and around the clearing. A couple of engineers left the building efforts to assist the security officers in carrying out her orders. Saya tapped her combadge: =/\= Ozu to Ellis. I hope I'm not being alarmist, but Dr. Sren now reports that there are a dozen of the creatures in the trees, all in some kind of pain. I'm becoming quite concerned that they might attack if they feel they are under threat or that there may be some predator around agitating them. We're setting up a perimeter now. =/\= Lurai Sren Thea Baker [ Thea - LZ1, Kerelia] When another plausible explanation was given for the animals pain, it was definitely something else to consider before Sren also admitted to Saya that she hadn't seen the missing hypospanner either. Although as the Ensign then acknowledged her suggestion of checking the crates and preparing them to be moved accordingly, the CMO couldn't help but steal another glance towards the trees. Thankful for the momentary distraction, as Saya accepted her offer of help and understood where she was coming from, when she explained that none of the other engineers wouldn't of took it. " Not a problem at all Chief, this whole situation seems to be getting stranger, the longer we're here but hopefully we can find your hyperspanner".Following Saya as she told her where she had set her bag down, before stopping as Lurai informed them that there were more of the creatures, which only confirmed Thea's earlier fears of something strange going on. To have a dozen or so creatures all experiencing pain was equally worrying and wholeheartedly agreed when Saya then wanted a perimeter guard to be set up and for them to try to scan the trees from above and around the area they were in. " Good idea" she replied, turning towards Sren as Saya then contacted Captain Ellis again. " Ensign, leave the crates for the moment, so we can do these scans and hopefully find out what's going on".
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Caroline Riordan
Medical
[TI34] Is it too early to start drinking?
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Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Counselor
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Post by Caroline Riordan on Apr 10, 2020 16:10:06 GMT
[Kerelia – Jungle] Tom rolled his eyes as he heard the counselor implying he should stick at Stripping. Instead of investigating, he was not a scientist by any means and did not know the details but the concept of looking for the Tricorder with something that makes it different was hardly complicated to come. He then handed the Tricorder to Cara and responded with a faint smiled “I prefer not…the woods might have splinters” . Jett pointed out as he should use the trees as poles. As he began walking with a smirk in his face, “I did not say I am precisely the best scientist on the team. And I never mentioned you looked dumb Lt. To be honest, I barely know you.” . Jett responded with a normal tone of voice. She thought that her insult would get to him but in reality, he just shrugged it off. [Kerelia, Jungle] Looking back on it, Caroline supposed she ought to have left the problem-solving to the ensigns, considering she was here to observe. But, she couldn’t help offering a solution when she saw an issue arise. She was just too helpful for her own good, a virtue and a failing. It was disappointing not to get a rise out of Jett or Captain Ellis, though the latter did seem amused. Not enough to get a good feel for testing the waters of their relationship though. She took the tricorder Jett had handed her and made the appropriate adjustments before returning it to him. Much as she knew how to use them, that wasn’t her job right now. ”There ya go, do with it what ya will. I should be watching the crew, not the sticky fingered nature.” Or you, was silently implied. ”It’s too bad, I am fun once you get to know me.” The last was said quietly, almost a sigh as she walked away from the leather clad man. It seemed the scientists had gotten a lock on the captain’s missing tricorder. Caroline resumed her observation. Trying to be unobtrusive and objective was really boring sometimes.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
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Post by Judith Eastman on Apr 10, 2020 16:28:23 GMT
[Lyric S- Jungle, Kerelia] Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." Caroline walked up a little closer to the stopped group, and decided to throw her own two cents in, for what it was worth. ”I’d maybe stick to the stripping, Captain Leather Pants. There’s probably decent sturdy tree branches around here if you’re still in need of a pole. I think your solution might be more complicated than the problem requires, if you want my opinion. All tricorders here should be running on the same frequency, by default. Change the frequency on the tricorders we do have, scan for the default frequency, and the lost one should stick out like a sore thumb.” She shrugged a shoulder, and treated herself to another piece of candy as a reward. ”I may have almost gotten eaten by that heckin’ Harvey demon plant, but I’m not as dumb as I look.” She gave a wink with her words. Science wasn’t her wheelhouse for sure, and she likely couldn’t really go toe to toe with the ensigns, but she did understand some technology. [Kerelia – Jungle] Tom rolled his eyes as he heard the counselor implying he should stick at Stripping. Instead of investigating, he was not a scientist by any means and did not know the details but the concept of looking for the Tricorder with something that makes it different was hardly complicated to come. He then handed the Tricorder to Cara and responded with a faint smiled “I prefer not…the woods might have splinters” . Jett pointed out as he should use the trees as poles. As he began walking with a smirk in his face, “I did not say I am precisely the best scientist on the team. And I never mentioned you looked dumb Lt. To be honest, I barely know you.” . Jett responded with a normal tone of voice. She thought that her insult would get to him but in reality, he just shrugged it off. Felicity was pleased when everyone fell silent and allowed Trellgin to voice her own theories. This was exactly what they'd come for. Certainly, their main mission was to facilitate the new colonists, but research would help make that easier. Forewarned meaning they were forearmed, of course. She wrinkled her nose a little at the mention of brown goop, but overall she was grateful for the ensign's knowledge. "So Kerelia could potentially be a favourable option for all sorts of species; nocturnal, diurnal, reliant on water or cave-dwelling. What a boon." She was pleased. She raised her hands, using her fingers to pull back her loose hair and tug it back upward into a high ponytail. Everything wilted a little in the humidity, including hair. "The question of evolution of species on this planet is also a very interesting one, Ensign." She finished tightening her locks and continued, "For a planet as old as Kerelia is, we've found no surface sign of any civilisation. Scans of the large bodies of water yielded nothing beyond what we could expect of a young planet." Felicity shook her head then, ponytail swishing to and fro with the movement. "Weird."Her missing tricorder was also very weird. "I did," she confirmed to Trellgin when the young woman asked if she'd left it on top of her backpack. At Jett's words her sharp eyes darted toward him, and she frowned slightly. "It wasn't dropped." Did the man assume everyone was a moron? Riordan, who had been quietly tailing, observing and munching candies, chose that moment to speak up. Felicity snorted in response to the new nickname - Captain Leather Pants. It was an odd choice of attire for the jungle, to be fair. But the two of them together, snarking aside, had come up with an easy solution to her lost tricorder problem. "Ensigns," she turned to ensure she included not just Trellgin beside her, but also Sinclair and Quinn, "If one of you could do the honours, please. A simple frequency re-calibration and we should be able to pinpoint my bloody tricorder..."Really, where could it have gone? Even a Captain had to report lost or damaged devices. She slipped her bag off her shoulder and started another fruitless search inside. “Yes. Ma’am” . Jett responded when he heard the Captain mentioned that it was not dropped. She could be right or wrong, but he was mentioning the possibility. EDIT: Quotes decided to die on me, so I purged them. Sorry. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]"For what it's worth, Captain, I lose my tricorders on almost a weekly basis, so you're in good company," Doug shared reassuringly. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's gone AWOL on me right now."Doug took off his backpack and looked through it. "My tricorder is still here. It's a miracle!" he exclaimed. He began the frequency calibration on the visibly beaten-up and yet still new tool, and then looked over into the distance. "Captain, I believe it's that way, and it's on the move!" the El-Aurian scientist announced. "Onwards! Or maybe I'm reading this wrong and it's the other way. I'm not sure."Then, he turned to Jett. The man seemed well-versed in old Earth pop culture. "Mr. Jett, I have a business opportunity for you. If you can get two empty halves of coconut, or something that makes a similar noise, and bang 'em together while I go forth, you will be rewarded," he joked. "That is, provided you can calculate the airspeed velocity of an unladened swallow."Jett heard Doug’s proposition. He nodded for a second and responded “I think I will pass being your horse. Sir Doug Zaman. However, your question requires me to know. Are you revering to a European or African swallow?” . The man responded with a smile as he heard the situation he was calm as the location as the Tricorder was revealed he had little to add as it was not his specialty, so he would not know he could not calibrate the darn thing. Tom looked at Felicity as he wanted to hear her answer. She was in charge and it was her mission. Splitting up might sound like a good idea but it leaves them more vulnerable to danger. The choice was the Captain and not his. Pood was done relieving herself, and kicked up some dirt towards Quinn. "Sorry about that," Doug apologized to the young man. "She's a bit of a privacy fiend and an exhibitionist all in one. If Mr. Jett were to accept my offer and become my squire, he could help clean it up."The last words were said with a look towards the leather-clad civilian. "By the way, Mr. Jett, what brought you here? A love of the unknown and the wonders of nature?"
[...] "For what it's worth, Captain, I lose my tricorders on almost a weekly basis, so you're in good company," Doug shared reassuringly. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's gone AWOL on me right now."Doug took off his backpack and looked through it. "My tricorder is still here. It's a miracle!" he exclaimed. He began the frequency calibration on the visibly beaten-up and yet still new tool, and then looked over into the distance. "Captain, I believe it's that way, and it's on the move!" the El-Aurian scientist announced. "Onwards! Or maybe I'm reading this wrong and it's the other way. I'm not sure."Then Lyric began to follow Quinn, if they were going to move out of the area, she did not want to get left behind.
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Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." As the others began to catch up she turned to address them. "Okay folks, we've got an hour before we've to head back. We're close to the river, I'd like to go a little further and check it out." Just in case they hadn't heard her exchange with Ozu, she pointed upward toward the trees. "Keep an eye and ear out for some company from above." Then she bent to retrieve her backpack and waved Trellgin over as soon as she saw her. "Ensign, I know most civilisations throughout history, both on Earth and elsewhere, have favoured housing themselves near bodies of water. But are there any notable exceptions to that rule?" She asked the archaeologist with some curiosity, wondering as to the preferences of some of the incoming colonists. While she spoke she was searching around for her tricorder. She patted herself down, searching for the device, but it was nowhere to be found. Not on her bag, where she was sure she'd left it, nor attached to her belt... She glanced around the jungle floor. "Anyone seen my tricorder?" Felicity asked then, her tone holding some slight confusion. [...] Felicity was pleased when everyone fell silent and allowed Trellgin to voice her own theories. This was exactly what they'd come for. Certainly, their main mission was to facilitate the new colonists, but research would help make that easier. Forewarned meaning they were forearmed, of course. She wrinkled her nose a little at the mention of brown goop, but overall she was grateful for the ensign's knowledge. "So Kerelia could potentially be a favourable option for all sorts of species; nocturnal, diurnal, reliant on water or cave-dwelling. What a boon." She was pleased. She raised her hands, using her fingers to pull back her loose hair and tug it back upward into a high ponytail. Everything wilted a little in the humidity, including hair. "The question of evolution of species on this planet is also a very interesting one, Ensign." She finished tightening her locks and continued, "For a planet as old as Kerelia is, we've found no surface sign of any civilisation. Scans of the large bodies of water yielded nothing beyond what we could expect of a young planet." Felicity shook her head then, ponytail swishing to and fro with the movement. "Weird."Her missing tricorder was also very weird. "I did," she confirmed to Trellgin when the young woman asked if she'd left it on top of her backpack. At Jett's words her sharp eyes darted toward him, and she frowned slightly. "It wasn't dropped." Did the man assume everyone was a moron? Riordan, who had been quietly tailing, observing and munching candies, chose that moment to speak up. Felicity snorted in response to the new nickname - Captain Leather Pants. It was an odd choice of attire for the jungle, to be fair. But the two of them together, snarking aside, had come up with an easy solution to her lost tricorder problem. "Ensigns," she turned to ensure she included not just Trellgin beside her, but also Sinclair and Quinn, "If one of you could do the honours, please. A simple frequency re-calibration and we should be able to pinpoint my bloody tricorder..."Really, where could it have gone? Even a Captain had to report lost or damaged devices. She slipped her bag off her shoulder and started another fruitless search inside. As he heard that a Tricorder was missing, Jett shrugged for a second and said “It could have also been easily dropped” . Tom said calmly. There was no need to panic at the moment until they had more information. Jett pulled out his Tricorder and said “I’m sure we can adjust our Tricorder, to so a scan for a specific mineral found on the Tricorder to locate it.”. Tom suggested. He pulled out his Tricorder and attempted to do a scan. He then looked confused and asked out loud “Does someone know how to do that…I barely use these things” . Tom said as he offered his Tricorder for someone to adjust. Since clearly he was showing that Science was not his forte. [...] Caroline walked up a little closer to the stopped group, and decided to throw her own two cents in, for what it was worth. ”I’d maybe stick to the stripping, Captain Leather Pants. There’s probably decent sturdy tree branches around here if you’re still in need of a pole. I think your solution might be more complicated than the problem requires, if you want my opinion. All tricorders here should be running on the same frequency, by default. Change the frequency on the tricorders we do have, scan for the default frequency, and the lost one should stick out like a sore thumb.” She shrugged a shoulder, and treated herself to another piece of candy as a reward. ”I may have almost gotten eaten by that heckin’ Harvey demon plant, but I’m not as dumb as I look.” She gave a wink with her words. Science wasn’t her wheelhouse for sure, and she likely couldn’t really go toe to toe with the ensigns, but she did understand some technology. [...] Rylonis listened to the other scientists as she took in the area around them as they walked. Her brain was swarming as it came up with a million theories and hypothesis. She wasn't sure even where to begin. Then she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by the captain and she straightened up. " Well, ma'am, the Arkonian's are not a water based race, in fact, they do not have sweat glands. And if I recall their history correctly, their own planet was only about 20 to 30 percent water. The plants and such there focused more on solar and night time growth. Their drink of preference is this brown goop type substance that is not very palatable to most other races," she explained. " During the day they had to retreat into caves in order not to overheat as well, causing them to also be rather nocturnal. Now, given how Keleria is a half land half water planet, I would say there is actually quite the possibility that if there were a sentient species on Keleria, they could possibly not need water. And depending on evolution, they could either be an air fairing race, or completely land based. But there is also the possibly that the complete opposite is true and that a sentient species on this planet could be completely water based to the point they live under water," she explained more. " I hope this helps ma'am," she said, and then the captain started looking for her Tricorder. " Didn't you put it on your bag?" she asked, walking over to the captains backpack, but also noticing the Tricorder was gone. "Captain...?" she asked, a tone of pure concern. If there was indeed a sentient species on this planet and if they weren't advanced, this could mean that the Prime Directive had been broken. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Jungle, LZ-1, Kerelia] As bits of dirt were kicked up towards Isaiah, the ensign instinctively lifted his hand to guard himself from any unwanted bits. "Hey!" he said said to the PooDoo as Dr. Zaman apoogized on behalf of his pet. A quick inspection revealed that not much damage in the way of soiling his uniform or boots had been done. Still, Quinn had been convinced to grant the little creature a wider berth the next time it wished to relieve itself. He made certain to secure the rest of the samples before moving on to follow the Captain. As he continued on the path, he could hear the debate about life on this planet brewing. Both Sinclair and Trellgin seemed to have some ideas. The question of carnivorous plant life had come up, which instantly brought Isaiah's mind to Harvey. Talk about a weird first day. He thought it best to not even bother mentioning the creature. The discussion then went on to mention possible types of life that didn't need water to live, in response to the Captain's query. "To that point, I would simply say that traditionally, ecosystems are rather dependent upon each of its components," Isaiah stated, while carefully, brushing a limb out of his path. "If there's water here, it stands to reason that the life around it depends upon it. Given the planet's composition of water, I'd hypothesize that the majority of life on this planet does depend upon it. Not just from the bodies of water, but from the weather systems as well. There's also the soil to consider. It could be quite proficient for moisture retention. We'll certainly have a better answer soon enough." He patted his kit which contained the samples he had taken. It was around then, that the mystery of the Captain's missing tricorder emerged. That coupled with her announcement about keeping watch of whatever was looming overhead. Counselor Riordan was the first to comment about using the other tricorders to hone in on the missing device's signature. A bit of relief fell over Isaiah. It seemed that Jett, or rather his choice of fashion, had captured the counselor's attention. She may have referenced him as an exotic dancer, but somehow Isaiah wasn't convinced that such an individual could make it onto a Starfleet away team if those were his only credentials. As he'd pointed out, the Captain had proven to be a very practical commander. The man had to have something valuable to contribute to the mission. For the time being, they simply weren't privy to it. Lyric made the suggestion of splitting up. It was certainly an option, but definitely the Captain's call. Dr. Zaman then announced that he had picked up the signal of her tricorder and pointed in one direction... and then the opposite direction. Looking at his own tricorder, he was quickly able to pick up what he assumed to be the same readings as Dr. Zaman. "You're right, it is moving. That way," he reported pointing in the direction Zaman had indicated first. He then, looked towards Captain Ellis, to see how she wanted to proceed and if she actually wanted to split up. "Orders, Captain?"
Tags: Judith Eastman (Doug) Felicity Ellis Rylonis Trellgin @lyricsinclair Caroline Riordan (soft) Thomas Jett (soft) EDIT: Quotes decided to die on me, so I purged them. Sorry. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]"For what it's worth, Captain, I lose my tricorders on almost a weekly basis, so you're in good company," Doug shared reassuringly. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's gone AWOL on me right now."Doug took off his backpack and looked through it. "My tricorder is still here. It's a miracle!" he exclaimed. He began the frequency calibration on the visibly beaten-up and yet still new tool, and then looked over into the distance. "Captain, I believe it's that way, and it's on the move!" the El-Aurian scientist announced. "Onwards! Or maybe I'm reading this wrong and it's the other way. I'm not sure."Then, he turned to Jett. The man seemed well-versed in old Earth pop culture. "Mr. Jett, I have a business opportunity for you. If you can get two empty halves of coconut, or something that makes a similar noise, and bang 'em together while I go forth, you will be rewarded," he joked. "That is, provided you can calculate the airspeed velocity of an unladened swallow."[Lyric S- Jungle, Kerelia] Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Jungle, LZ-1, Kerelia] As bits of dirt were kicked up towards Isaiah, the ensign instinctively lifted his hand to guard himself from any unwanted bits. "Hey!" he said said to the PooDoo as Dr. Zaman apoogized on behalf of his pet. A quick inspection revealed that not much damage in the way of soiling his uniform or boots had been done. Still, Quinn had been convinced to grant the little creature a wider berth the next time it wished to relieve itself. He made certain to secure the rest of the samples before moving on to follow the Captain. As he continued on the path, he could hear the debate about life on this planet brewing. Both Sinclair and Trellgin seemed to have some ideas. The question of carnivorous plant life had come up, which instantly brought Isaiah's mind to Harvey. Talk about a weird first day. He thought it best to not even bother mentioning the creature. The discussion then went on to mention possible types of life that didn't need water to live, in response to the Captain's query. "To that point, I would simply say that traditionally, ecosystems are rather dependent upon each of its components," Isaiah stated, while carefully, brushing a limb out of his path. "If there's water here, it stands to reason that the life around it depends upon it. Given the planet's composition of water, I'd hypothesize that the majority of life on this planet does depend upon it. Not just from the bodies of water, but from the weather systems as well. There's also the soil to consider. It could be quite proficient for moisture retention. We'll certainly have a better answer soon enough." He patted his kit which contained the samples he had taken. It was around then, that the mystery of the Captain's missing tricorder emerged. That coupled with her announcement about keeping watch of whatever was looming overhead. Counselor Riordan was the first to comment about using the other tricorders to hone in on the missing device's signature. A bit of relief fell over Isaiah. It seemed that Jett, or rather his choice of fashion, had captured the counselor's attention. She may have referenced him as an exotic dancer, but somehow Isaiah wasn't convinced that such an individual could make it onto a Starfleet away team if those were his only credentials. As he'd pointed out, the Captain had proven to be a very practical commander. The man had to have something valuable to contribute to the mission. For the time being, they simply weren't privy to it. Lyric made the suggestion of splitting up. It was certainly an option, but definitely the Captain's call. Dr. Zaman then announced that he had picked up the signal of her tricorder and pointed in one direction... and then the opposite direction. Looking at his own tricorder, he was quickly able to pick up what he assumed to be the same readings as Dr. Zaman. "You're right, it is moving. That way," he reported pointing in the direction Zaman had indicated first. He then, looked towards Captain Ellis, to see how she wanted to proceed and if she actually wanted to split up. "Orders, Captain?" [Felicity Ellis - Hunting tricorders, Jungle, Kerelia]She found herself grinning in response to the El-Aurian's confession. Felicity supposed that when she'd learned as much as he had, and lived as long, she could be excused some moments of pedestrian forgetfulness. At Lyric's suggestion that there might be prints of some kind, she turned to look at the young ensign, arched a brow, but proceeded to search the area around their feet anyway. She had no idea what had happened to her tricorder, but she was doubtful that anything had managed to bypass all of them, not to mention also having the mental capacity to take a piece of technology. If there had been tracks, they'd been disturbed and scuffled by their own footfalls. She shook her head and addressed Sinclair, while the others were busy re-calibrating and scanning, "Apart from our own tracks, I can't see any signs of anything." She stepped closer to one of the Fly-Bee nests and peered around it. She had paused there briefly to respond to Saya, after all. "Nothing here. Can you see anything?" Perhaps she'd ventured too close to the winged creatures, as they weren't really hovering any more, but zig-zagging from side to side in seemingly random patterns, their buzzing increasing. She kept an eye on the flies as she stepped back and glanced quickly at Sinclair as she passed over her tricorder. "Thank you, Ensign. I'll have this right back to you."Once she was a safe enough distance away from the swarm, she checked the readout on the device just as Doug and Ensign Quinn got a lock on her lost tricorder. She frowned, realising then that Sinclair wanting to look for tracks wasn't such an outlandish idea, after all. When Quinn looked for her orders, Felicity waved them on. She saw little point in splitting up at that late juncture. "Let's go. Follow the signal, keep each other in your sights at all times. Don't worry, Sinclair, we'll have plenty of time tomorrow for more discoveries."She might have smiled had she not been about to chase a flying tricorder through the jungle. ~~~ About a kilometer from where Felicity had last seen her tricorder intact, they found what was left of it, scattered across a small clearing. It was completely smashed and entirely dead. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]"Your loss, Mr. Jett," Doug answered. "And go ahead, cross the Bridge of Death. The French already got you beat."The group walked, and Doug walked with them. At some point, as PooDoo (her legs being as short as they are) decided she was tired, Doug began to carry the little creature. In good time, they reached the spot. "Whoever, or whatever, took it, it wasn't much more careful than I am," he joked. "Let's look around for anything out of place. Maybe PooDoo can smell something."Doug set the small animal on the ground, and she began to explore. She walked around a bit, sniffing and pawing, until suddenly, she rushed back towards Doug and climbed up him, claws extended. "Ow!" he yelped, as a little blood came from one scratch on his lower leg. "Come on, Pood-pood! You know better!"He turned to the others. "I'm not sure what she found, but she's distraught, and I could use a dermal regenerator."
Soft tag for: Felicity Ellis @lyricsinclair Rylonis Trellgin Isaiah Quinn Caroline Riordan Thomas Jett Whoever wants it, can have it.
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Felicity Ellis
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Rank: Commander
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Apr 10, 2020 17:23:22 GMT
[Costa - Beyond LZ-1, Kerelia]"Kemang det unte du to Hed?" She fired back when he deigned to give her orders again. Costa's eyes narrowed when she realised he was relieving her of the disruptor. They left the prone form of the poor catmon - for which she felt a strange pang of regret - and speared him with an unhappy stare. "Na. Mi go da cave, solo, to go bek fo da kapawu. Solo." Alone being the operative word. She focused on her anger at him; it was easier than dealing with anything else, and for a few moments she'd completely forgotten that she's badly sprained her ankle. The reality of her injury assaulted her violently when she managed to stand, and her leg almost gave out from under her. Kind of ruined her tough Hed act, especially the wimpy gasp of pain she'd exhaled. "Kaka..." She glanced down at the treacherous leg, and then back up at Alex, her expression no less displeased. "Bera gif wa-dzhush fo peng, Belówtwala, unte go, ké?" She tugged the hem of her vest top upward and began to use it to wipe the blood first from her chest, then her neck, trying to act as though she was well able to do everything alone. Alex Hust [At Costa] Alex didn't pay her much mind as she continued on her tirade of annoyance. As he fiddled, he made sure to power down the disruptor, the slight whine of a charged weapon fading away. After all, he didn't want anyone grabbing it and shooting him in the leg still in the holster. It would only take moments to charge back up if he needed it, which hopefully he wouldn't. "Belówtwala bossmang detim tu belówt. Mi keng wit belówt. Tu mi wala deradzhang." He rolled her eyes as she once again gave him an order, but then his head snapped with concern when she tried to stand, moving to brace her or prop her up if she needed. Of course, she took the opportunity to demand drugs, which he begrudgingly extracted from his supplies and handed her, one hypospray with 5 dosages left. Painkillers and stimulants. "Sili tu na náterash, im gonya ge momal," he chastised her again, actually concerned she wouldn't listen. "Den tu natim terash wamotim." "Leta-com mi of tu moteng kopeng, sasa?" he said, moving off toward the woods. He'd make her call for help and admit she was hurt. It was always better if she decided she needed the help. Already, the animals of the forest had started to flock to the dead cat - life moved on and waited for nobody. He thumbed the safety hook back off the holster, as he entered the woods heading toward the ship. "Na pensa tu xantedura, Hed!" [Costa - Beyond LZ-1 -> Cave system, Kerelia]She knew that she was badly injured, that she shouldn't keep going, and likely she was doing more damage to herself than necessary. But that didn't change anything for Costa. It didn't change the fact that Alex Hust was a contrary dzhemang, or that what she wanted to do far outweighed a little discomfort. She wouldn't let either deter her, so she took hold of the hypo he offered, and before he'd finished his sentence, she'd pressed it into her wrist and dosed herself up. Perhaps she was trusting him far too much, but her options were trust and make it to those caves, or don't trust and collapse in a heap on the way. "Mi pensa ere so sili unte detim mi mowsh, Bélotwala bossmang." There was a sharp edge to her voice; an unspoken challenge. "Fing den, tenye gut tim," she added as he began to move off. She likely wouldn't deal with any of it. At his parting shot, she almost groaned aloud. All she had on her was her communicator and a machete. She should have asked him for his disruptor. Or any personal device whatsoever that she could use for navigation, as hers had been lost to the jungle when she'd fallen. Maybe she was nakangepensa, after all. One could only blame so much on the concussion. She probably should have thanked him, but instead she gestured at his departing back - index finger and middle finger crossed, ring finger and pinky together, and made a really unpleasant sound. Then she tried to get her act together and move out. ~~~ A journey that should have taken ten minutes to complete took double that time, but she got there in the end, and without any assistance; technological or boomer. Costa dragged her filthy, bloody self to the entrance of the nearest cave and sat down, breathing heavily. She took a few moments to allow her thundering heartbeat to calm, looking back down over the ground she'd painfully covered. The cave system stretched almost completely around the foot of the mountain, but even at the bottom as she was, she was still a few dozen feet higher than the clearing where she'd tripped. She fell backward and stared up at the mouth of the cave as she slowly, methodically removed the machete strap from her wrist and placed it beside her. Muttering some rather abusive encouragement to herself all the while, she rolled back over to her stomach so she could survey the inside of natural cavern. It didn't really matter what your preferred aesthetic might be; to any standard, the place was beautiful. It was especially so to Costa. The sun peeked through and reflected off the water and made bright, moving patterns on the cave wall. Beneath the surface unknown amounts of gems glistened, causing her eyes to widen and sparkle with intent. She didn't need her scans to know that the best samples would be taken from the gleaming rocks below. But yet, Costa sighed. Spacers weren't swimmers. Tanks, sure, they could deal with those. But when did they ever have occasion to go deep-diving? As in most things, she was a bit of an exception to convention. Having spent two years on Proxima and four at the Academy, she had some experience with the concept, but had never graduated beyond anything more useful than a glorified doggy-paddle. As methodically as she'd removed the machete, she began to pull off her boots. The first slipped off easily, but the second took considerably more force. She clenched her teeth and exerted effort to both get the footwear off her swollen ankle, and to keep her bark of pain as quiet as possible. Once she'd freed herself she took a second break, waiting patiently for the black dots in the corners of her vision to recede. Her combats pants followed, then she unclipped her comm from her top, and flicked it into one of her boots. Wrapping the machete strap around her wrist again, she scooted to the water's edge. The relief of the cool water on her too-warm skin was glorious. Inch by inch she moved closer, before she slid off the edge and submerged herself. She broke once, took a number of deep breaths, held, and went under again. As she studied the world beneath the surface, above it shadows on the cave's roof lengthened, and some creatures studied her in return.
Soft: Alex Hust
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2020 18:22:24 GMT
[Lyric S- Jungle, Kerelia] Lyric figured that one day her enthusiasm would probably get her into trouble. She was always enthusiastic about science, diplomacy, and the prospect of viewing things in a perspective. As she followed, the captain and the others, she also heard a rushing noise of the river. Lyric was overeager to see what housed themselves by the river. She set her back pack down and took her canteen out. She flipped the top and stood up. She took a swig of water. The canteen hung in her hands as she looked over to the captain as she voiced her concern as she looked around her bag and the forest floor. She stopped drinking and wondered what took the captain's tricorder. She walked over to the captain to help her search for any paw-prints in the soft jungle floor. There were none which suggested something may be in the trees. "If it's on the move, then there would be tracks on the ground and we would see it leaving," Lyric said, matter of fact in regards to Doug's assessment. "They even would be around your backpack, Captain. Which suggests that the 'thing' is up in the trees, possibly swinging from branch to branch using camouflage. It has to be blending in with the tree foliage. " Lyric turned to her pack and walked over to it. She bent down and lifted her pack, wondering why it was a little heavy. Maybe it was just the humidity and the warmth of the jungle. "Maybe we should split up? One team to search for the tricorder and one group to search the river?" She suggested helpfully. "If you need a tricorder, Captain. You can use mine." She offered hers towards the captain should she decide to continue to explore the river like she intended. Lyric also could simply take samples some other way using the traditional items for water samples. "We should take water samples and see if it can be used for the new base installation." She brought up another suggestion. "If it's not contaminated with bacteria and contaminates." [Kerelia – Jungle] Tom rolled his eyes as he heard the counselor implying he should stick at Stripping. Instead of investigating, he was not a scientist by any means and did not know the details but the concept of looking for the Tricorder with something that makes it different was hardly complicated to come. He then handed the Tricorder to Cara and responded with a faint smiled “I prefer not…the woods might have splinters” . Jett pointed out as he should use the trees as poles. As he began walking with a smirk in his face, “I did not say I am precisely the best scientist on the team. And I never mentioned you looked dumb Lt. To be honest, I barely know you.” . Jett responded with a normal tone of voice. She thought that her insult would get to him but in reality, he just shrugged it off. “Yes. Ma’am” . Jett responded when he heard the Captain mentioned that it was not dropped. She could be right or wrong, but he was mentioning the possibility. Jett heard Doug’s proposition. He nodded for a second and responded “I think I will pass being your horse. Sir Doug Zaman. However, your question requires me to know. Are you revering to a European or African swallow?” . The man responded with a smile as he heard the situation he was calm as the location as the Tricorder was revealed he had little to add as it was not his specialty, so he would not know he could not calibrate the darn thing. Tom looked at Felicity as he wanted to hear her answer. She was in charge and it was her mission. Splitting up might sound like a good idea but it leaves them more vulnerable to danger. The choice was the Captain and not his. [Ens. Isaiah Quinn - Jungle, LZ-1, Kerelia] As bits of dirt were kicked up towards Isaiah, the ensign instinctively lifted his hand to guard himself from any unwanted bits. "Hey!" he said said to the PooDoo as Dr. Zaman apoogized on behalf of his pet. A quick inspection revealed that not much damage in the way of soiling his uniform or boots had been done. Still, Quinn had been convinced to grant the little creature a wider berth the next time it wished to relieve itself. He made certain to secure the rest of the samples before moving on to follow the Captain. As he continued on the path, he could hear the debate about life on this planet brewing. Both Sinclair and Trellgin seemed to have some ideas. The question of carnivorous plant life had come up, which instantly brought Isaiah's mind to Harvey. Talk about a weird first day. He thought it best to not even bother mentioning the creature. The discussion then went on to mention possible types of life that didn't need water to live, in response to the Captain's query. "To that point, I would simply say that traditionally, ecosystems are rather dependent upon each of its components," Isaiah stated, while carefully, brushing a limb out of his path. "If there's water here, it stands to reason that the life around it depends upon it. Given the planet's composition of water, I'd hypothesize that the majority of life on this planet does depend upon it. Not just from the bodies of water, but from the weather systems as well. There's also the soil to consider. It could be quite proficient for moisture retention. We'll certainly have a better answer soon enough." He patted his kit which contained the samples he had taken. It was around then, that the mystery of the Captain's missing tricorder emerged. That coupled with her announcement about keeping watch of whatever was looming overhead. Counselor Riordan was the first to comment about using the other tricorders to hone in on the missing device's signature. A bit of relief fell over Isaiah. It seemed that Jett, or rather his choice of fashion, had captured the counselor's attention. She may have referenced him as an exotic dancer, but somehow Isaiah wasn't convinced that such an individual could make it onto a Starfleet away team if those were his only credentials. As he'd pointed out, the Captain had proven to be a very practical commander. The man had to have something valuable to contribute to the mission. For the time being, they simply weren't privy to it. Lyric made the suggestion of splitting up. It was certainly an option, but definitely the Captain's call. Dr. Zaman then announced that he had picked up the signal of her tricorder and pointed in one direction... and then the opposite direction. Looking at his own tricorder, he was quickly able to pick up what he assumed to be the same readings as Dr. Zaman. "You're right, it is moving. That way," he reported pointing in the direction Zaman had indicated first. He then, looked towards Captain Ellis, to see how she wanted to proceed and if she actually wanted to split up. "Orders, Captain?"
Tags: Judith Eastman (Doug) Felicity Ellis Rylonis Trellgin @lyricsinclair Caroline Riordan (soft) Thomas Jett (soft) [Felicity Ellis - Hunting tricorders, Jungle, Kerelia]She found herself grinning in response to the El-Aurian's confession. Felicity supposed that when she'd learned as much as he had, and lived as long, she could be excused some moments of pedestrian forgetfulness. At Lyric's suggestion that there might be prints of some kind, she turned to look at the young ensign, arched a brow, but proceeded to search the area around their feet anyway. She had no idea what had happened to her tricorder, but she was doubtful that anything had managed to bypass all of them, not to mention also having the mental capacity to take a piece of technology. If there had been tracks, they'd been disturbed and scuffled by their own footfalls. She shook her head and addressed Sinclair, while the others were busy re-calibrating and scanning, "Apart from our own tracks, I can't see any signs of anything." She stepped closer to one of the Fly-Bee nests and peered around it. She had paused there briefly to respond to Saya, after all. "Nothing here. Can you see anything?" Perhaps she'd ventured too close to the winged creatures, as they weren't really hovering any more, but zig-zagging from side to side in seemingly random patterns, their buzzing increasing. She kept an eye on the flies as she stepped back and glanced quickly at Sinclair as she passed over her tricorder. "Thank you, Ensign. I'll have this right back to you."Once she was a safe enough distance away from the swarm, she checked the readout on the device just as Doug and Ensign Quinn got a lock on her lost tricorder. She frowned, realising then that Sinclair wanting to look for tracks wasn't such an outlandish idea, after all. When Quinn looked for her orders, Felicity waved them on. She saw little point in splitting up at that late juncture. "Let's go. Follow the signal, keep each other in your sights at all times. Don't worry, Sinclair, we'll have plenty of time tomorrow for more discoveries."She might have smiled had she not been about to chase a flying tricorder through the jungle. ~~~ About a kilometer from where Felicity had last seen her tricorder intact, they found what was left of it, scattered across a small clearing. It was completely smashed and entirely dead. [NPC - Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman - LZ-1, Kerelia]"Your loss, Mr. Jett," Doug answered. "And go ahead, cross the Bridge of Death. The French already got you beat."The group walked, and Doug walked with them. At some point, as PooDoo (her legs being as short as they are) decided she was tired, Doug began to carry the little creature. In good time, they reached the spot. "Whoever, or whatever, took it, it wasn't much more careful than I am," he joked. "Let's look around for anything out of place. Maybe PooDoo can smell something."Doug set the small animal on the ground, and she began to explore. She walked around a bit, sniffing and pawing, until suddenly, she rushed back towards Doug and climbed up him, claws extended. "Ow!" he yelped, as a little blood came from one scratch on his lower leg. "Come on, Pood-pood! You know better!"He turned to the others. "I'm not sure what she found, but she's distraught, and I could use a dermal regenerator."
Soft tag for: Felicity Ellis @lyricsinclair Rylonis Trellgin Isaiah Quinn Caroline Riordan Thomas Jett Whoever wants it, can have it. [ Lyric- Hunting Tricorders- Jungle, Kerelia] The quotes did not show except for Dougs. "Feel free to use it as long as you need to," Lyric seemingly wasn't going to let the captain go without a tricorder. She was in charge and without her own tricorder, it meant that she couldn't really do anything without it. Lyric wasn't too worried about her tricorder getting lost. " You're welcome." Lyric nodded as she may have sounded over eager to search for discoveries and who could fault her for being so interested in discoveries. A missing tricorder was more important. She believed she did something right about handing over her tricorder to the captain so she could triangulate the location of her own. As they walked, she saw Doug pick up his feline pet She followed the captain and about a kilometer from where the captain had last seen her tricorder, it was scattered across the small clearing. She wondered what they were dealing with. " What are we dealing with here?" She asked, not really sure what may have destroyed the tricorder. While the captain had her tricorder, she began to search for foot prints. It was a clearing and that meant they had either walked here or flew, or went tree to tree. She continued to search for foot prints, being a little more careful about 'walking'. If she could find a print, she could probably make a 'set' in plaster. While Lyric was looking for foot-prints, she heard Doug say something about letting his Poo-Doo down to sniff around before she had spooked causing a yelp from Doug. At the time, she was starting to wonder the same thing. What took the tricorder and destroy it? "That means the 'thing' that took the tricorder is bad. What would spook a Poo-Doo?"
At the same time, a screeching animal alarm emanated from Lyric's pack. She winced visibly and immediately took off her pack. She immediately opened it and was assaulted by a smallish creature jumping from her pack on to her head, screeching in alarm. It resembled a small monkey of some kind and it clung to her head.
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Felicity Ellis
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Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Apr 10, 2020 18:51:23 GMT
[In the trees, "LZ-1", Kerelia]One had been joined by another. And then more. And then too many, but the strong trees of old were sturdy, and held them safely. They stared with their sets of unblinking and black eyes, keeping their sensitive skin beneath the shade of the canopies, only venturing out when they had clear paths. The newcomers were loud. The newcomers disrupted the flow of the air. The newcomers hurt. They approached. They wielded weapons at the trees. One, who had been hurting the longest, sprang from the safety of its branches and straight at one of the newcomer's eyes. Less than a heart-thud later, the many followed. They would end the hurt. ~~~ [Crewman Mehl, daughter of K'tozh - LZ-1 Perimeter, Kerelia]Having received orders to form a perimeter, Mehl had immediately moved away from the mundane task of erecting a wall of some kind, and volunteered to stand watch instead. The klingon warrior felt it a much more prudent use of her time. She joined a quickly forming, but loose, line, and followed everyone else's gazes up into the trees. If there was something up there that threatened them, she would eliminate it. Her hand rested on a standard issue Type II phaser when her sharp eyes picked up movement. But as highly trained as Mehl was, and as quick as her reflexes might be, she was still no match for the things that shot out of the trees. Chaos reigned all around as the small creatures with the wicked sharp claws and drooling jaws began to scurry with impressive speed around the camp. With powerful leaps they bounded through LZ-1, leaving pandemonium in their wake. {Click me, if you dare.}
Tag: Thea Baker , Ozu Saya and Lurai Sren
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