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Post by Absinthe on Jun 9, 2019 9:17:53 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn & Anson Claudius | Ready Room | NX-04 Discovery | In orbit of Archer IV ] " You know, sometimes I think you enjoy coming off like a total ass," Olivia said not turning to look as Anson entered her ready room. She had known the man since she had realized she needed a MACO unit and started trying to figure out who would lead the team, she had been given some leeway on that decision, though she suspected whoever took over the Discovery after her would have their own opinion on the matter. And in that time it seemed like he was getting off on being a pain in the ass, to everyone. When she had met him, he was recovering from a recent injury and planning on retiring from the MACOs once he was recovered completely. He'd lost an eye and Olivia didn't blame him for wanting out. But she was quickly introduced to the paradox that was Anson Claudius then. He was strict in how he did everything but seemed to be so damn casual about it all. It spat in the face of how she figured career military men were supposed to act. " Ah ken, but Ah cannae be bothered tae gie tois shits at thes point. Ye wanted me oan thes ship an' Ah huvnae prevented anyain frae transferrin' it yit. Ah hae a guid team, e'en if they huvnae learned much abit anythin' yit," Anson said with a laugh. For his part, he had been through enough that he simply didn't care anymore. He brought his dog on the ship because he could. He was given command because he'd survived while others had died. He didn't know or care if he was all that worthy of it. It didn't matter. " Ah did want tae gab tae ye abit gettin' a station oan th' brige." " I told you to bring it up with the Captain when they came aboard, I'm just here until then," Olivia replied as she opened a locker and pulled out her excursion jacket and hat. " Let whoever takes over from me figure it out." " Aam nae sure if it's sad ur adorable 'at ye still hink yoo're gonnae be replaced sometime suin," Anson said as he took a seat at the desk and put his feet up. " I have been given no reason to think they want me in command," Olivia said pulling on her jacket and giving his feet a slap to get them off her desk. " Ah woods hae thooght 'at them sendin' ye oan thes mission woods be scooby enaw fur ye," Anson said not budging his feet. Olivia just rolled her eyes. " Either way, there are only a specific number of positions on the bridge and the only spot with any tactical significance is filled by the head of the armory department. I can't just make more space." " Weel, given 'at thes ship is almost dooble th' size it was when ye got yer hans oan it, that's open fur debate," Anson replied with a smirk. " And?" Olivia said folding her arms and giving him a glare. " Weel, Ah guess i'll hae tae ned th' engineerin' station as ye hardly need th' engineer oan th' brige an' nae in th' engine room," Anson said with a shrug. " Again, as I told you before, take it up with the Captain when they get her, not with me," she said with a roll of her eyes. " Now get your feet off my desk, we're leaving." And with that, she headed out of the ready room and made her way to the Turbolift and the transporter room. Anson followed behind only a second later. --- [ Olivia Saugn | Transporter Room | NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionado The transporter room had been constructed in the space gained by the addition of the secondary hull. While as the old transporter was limited in size and usability, this one had a number of individual pads allowing for a maximum of 3 people to be transported simultaneously. It was a massive step forward, but much of the additional new equipment installed into the new transporter was delicate and finicky as hell. Thus only the Acting Chief Engineer, a man by the name of Micheal Bronson, worked the controls. Micheal, like Olivia, was only expecting to be on the ship for its refit. The launch and mission had caught him off guard, but he was also the one who knew the ship's systems the best. " Well, is the system ready for its first time on duty," Olivia asked with a sideways smile as she approached the acting Chief Engineer. " I've run the simulations before we installed it and I ran them once it was installed. It's already seen use while on spacedock," Micheal said dismissively, seeming to miss the captain's joking tone. " This new system is more than ready." " I guess we'll find out soon enough," Olivia replied as she stood by the new pads and waited for the others. When Anson followed shortly behind her he gave Michael a fist bump and then found a spot on the wall to lean and wait. Olivia had spotted Anson drinking with Micheal a couple of times after ending a shift. |
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Post by brutus on Jun 9, 2019 14:55:43 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Transporter Room| NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe On the older, original versions of the NX class, such as the Apollo that had yet to be refit, the transporter pad would be one level up from the senior officers quarters, up on D-Deck. The single pad could do a lot of work. But the refit had seen to it that the ship be given a much more refined version of the technology. Three separate pads for beaming personnel. Refined angular confinement beams. Reduced genetic drift between transports (not that there was much of that to begin with, but every bit further diminished any concern). Those that had been through the newer pads in testing claimed it was faster too, but the Cara knew the science on that was not yet definitive. Much of it was based on the perception of the subject being transported, and that was suspect and anecdotal. Still, the eager young scientist was excited to try the device. She'd been brought up via shuttle pod from her aborted vacation on Lake Michigan and there had been little opportunity nor reason since to put her through the device. Ah wahger et'd be rioght rude t'take scan's befir we beam down, she decided as she exited the turbolift, patting her tricorder, stashed in her left pocket. She worked hard to repress the smile on her face but did little in turn to mask the skip in her step. Knowing this was a serious situation - a research outpost requesting an evacuation and a crashed alien ship of unknown origin and intention - Cara was well aware that her near giddy state was, to say, inappropriate. And yet she was ecstatic at the thought of going down to the planet, and pleased as a peach that the Captain continued to hold her in high enough regard as to want her presence on such a mission. After all it would have been well within Cmdr. Saugn's purview to simply send the maco's in to extract the researchers. That was the kind of mission that the boys and girls in green trained for on a daily basis. Auch. Befer ye forget, Lass, get th'damned pistol. She stopped by the weapons locker, easily able to hear the Commander and their current Chief of Engineering talking about the transporter. Taking a deep breath, Cara punched in her access code. The locker door released and she reached in, gingerly withdrawing the fire arm. It felt heavy in her hand, and for a moment at least, stilled her enthusiasm. The pistol made it real. She'd trained with it, of course, but had little cause to use it up to this point in her career. Silently, she prayed she would have no need for it today either. Better t'ave an' nae need, than need an' nae'ave she thought to herself as she carefully clipped the holster to the belt she'd put on for the excursion. Tapping it once it was in place, Cara stepped back and locked the weapons locker, then turned and strode the few paces to the transporter room proper. Red hair bobbing in the tail behind her, she paced in and gave the place an obvious, awe filled look. The control station, the man standing against the wall. The trio of pads in the alcove. The tall woman standing before them. Straightening up, Cara addressed Olivia with what she hoped was a calm and professional, "Ens. Ross, repartin' as ordered, Cap'n".
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Post by multificionado on Jun 9, 2019 15:03:23 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Transporter Room | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: Absinthe and Brutus
Raquel marched with Hanson and Daniel to the Transporter Room, armed and ready. They had arrived at the Transporter Room to find Commander Saugn and the Major there, with the Chief Engineer, Micheal Bronson, standing by to “scatter the molecules,” as she often heard the Transporter referred to.
Raquel didn’t mind the Transporter one bit, of course. She knew those things worked in a pinch, were faster than shuttlepods.
Then she had to correct herself: Acting Chief Engineer. She kept forgetting some of the jefes on Discovery were all temporarily in charge.
In any case, she admired Bronson because he was big and tough. She understood why he was an engineer and not a soldier; not everybody in the MACOs were soldiers, while technically they were. One of her fellow MACOs was also a technician. She knew a few medics, too.
She raised an eyebrow at noticing what Saugn was wearing. And she noticed la pelirroja from the bridge earlier, and she was also wearing a hat. The only headwear Raquel tended to wear was a helmet. She never thought of wearing a baseball cap. She made a note to have a hat with her in the future, at least a hat like that when travelling light.
Standing at attention, Raquel announced, at least – God help her – to the Major, “Reporting as ordered, SIR!”
Given the size of the Transporter, big enough to admit three at most, Raquel wondered if they which group would go first.
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Post by Absinthe on Jun 18, 2019 10:29:22 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn & Anson Claudius | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionado Only a moment after the MACOs arrived Olivia took her spot on the transporter pad. The first trip would be Major Claudius, Ensign Ross, and her. The second trip would be the rest of the MACO unit. Not a very large landing party, but she really more wanted to get the lay of the land and figure out what was going on. As the energizer activated and transport began Olivia could not help but hold her breath. The new system was a much smoother transition from one place to another, but there was still the vague tingling feeling while in the transporter beam and for a second of so after. There was also the briefest of seconds when there was the distinct feeling of free fall, before it seemed the ground rose up to meet her. All in all nicer than the older transporters used pre-refit, but Olivia wondered if she preferred shuttles or not every time she did it. There was a certain anxiety to having your atoms broken down and reassembled. As the transport cycle ended, Olivia looked around. The transport coordinates seemed to be in a storage bay. She took a few steps, moving away from the exact spot she had been beamed into, it wouldn't be that long until the second team was beamed in as well. " Ah, Captain," a voice called out and a stocky bearded man emerged from behind a crate. " Sorry, but we've been dealing with quite a lot of drama and I didn't think it would be wise to wait for you out in the open, figured it would be better to have some cover." " Understandable," Olivia said with a nod. Two more figures emerged from behind the crate and while as one face meant nothing to her, the sight of the other cut through her like a knife. " These are my colleagues, Helen Locke, our exobiologist and Sabra Kassab, our botanist," Mikula said with a bright smile. Olivia nodded to the man introduced as Sabre, she pointedly avoided eye contact with the woman. She quickly turned her attention back to Mikula. " I'd like to go over the situation with you in private before we figure out what to do, alright?" she asked stiffly. Her whole body had taken on a rigid quality from the moment she had seen the woman, a sort of forced professionalism that felt unnatural. " Um, yes, Helen and Sabre can show your people around the outpost," he said. "My office is this way." He glanced to Sabre and Helen. Helen was looking at her feet and Sabre had his usual detached demeanor. He wasn't certain quite what was going on suddenly. But he wasn't about to hold things up and he led the way to his office. Olivia followed just behind him and as the door closed behind her the second team arrived. Anson shrugged as he watched Olivia depart. Even he could feel the sudden tension, even if he didn't especially care. " Weel, tae hink we woods stumble athwart uir captain's ex-wife sae early in uir adventure. It's almost funay," he said and walked over to the two remaining scientists. With Olivia gone he was the highest ranking officer, so it was his duty to fill the role. " Weel, aam Anson Claudius, thes is Cara Ross, mah XO Raquel Ruiz, an' mah wee jimmies Ryan Hanson an' Arjin Dhanial." As he spoke he pointed everyone out. He paused afterward to let everyone get acquainted even if briefly. |
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Post by multificionado on Jun 18, 2019 13:09:59 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe
Raquel and the rest of the hombres had just beamed in in time to see Commander Saugn (at least she was sure it was, unless there was another tall blonde woman around) walking into an office. She then heard the major say something…something about running into Saugn’s ex-wife?
She noticed the two scientists. One being a suave mustachioed hombre who would’ve easily looked right at home in Castro’s Cuba, circa 1960…except, she had a feeling that while he looked like it, he didn’t look Cuban. The other was a woman, and undoubtedly Saugn’s ex. Raquel can tell, just from looking at the mujer, why she and Saugn weren’t together anymore. Raquel wouldn’t have wanted to get into a relationship with anybody, male or female, with someone who looked like she had a permanent pout plastered on her face.
She had to purse her lips when the Major referred Hanson and Daniel as “wee jimmies.” And she can feel them scowling in the same manner.
Funny? She thought. More like awkward. Wasn’t that your middle name, Major? Awkward?
Getting straight to business, she approached the former Mrs. Saugn. As a lieutenant, it clearly meant she was she would know what is going on. Just because she looked like she had a pout, it didn’t mean she was incompetent. Sometimes mean people can be particularly effective, and efficient, people.
“What’s the situation, ma’am?” She asked respectfully.
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Post by brutus on Jun 19, 2019 14:57:05 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Transporter Room| NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe multificionado Despite her excitement and all the training to the contrary, just as the pad around her lit up, Cara felt her whole body tense up tightly. She didn't hold her breath like Commander Saugn, and (as far as she could tell) she wasn't at all as casual about things as Major Claudius. Somewhere in between the two, the scientist clenched every part of her body as the confinement beam locked her in place, and the bright light washed over all that she could see. For a moment, an instant, there was nothing at all but that light. Then transition occurred, and she felt gravity under her feet. Not the artificial pull of deck plating, though the air she breathed in as the tension bled away still had the tang of recycling. Even on Archer-IV, the base was a sealed environment, lest the deadly hallucinogenic pollen that would float across the planet in great migratory waves should get inside and infect the scientists. It was slightly different in temperature as well, from what had been the norm for the journey out on the Discovery. All these observations were noted and filed away as Cara fell into step with the other two officers. dinnae wan'ta be in th'way o'th others.Almost as soon as she'd cleared the beam in point, she heard the shuffling of feet and the appearance of the scientists. First a man, and then two others all came out from the crates. She smiled brightly and bobbed on her toes as she was introduced, though the smile fell slightly based on their reactions. The woman in the trio seemed to be unable to look at any of them, and the man in the back seemed - indifferent. Only the base commander, Svoboda, seemed to be capable of speaking, and did his own round of introductions. There was a tension that even Cara could sense falling over everyone, as the Captain and the base commander strode off for a private chat. Cara looked over her shoulder at the other MACO's that had beamed in and gave a little shrug. They'd just missed Cmdr. Saugn but seemed to be forming up on Anson, leaving Cara the sole starfleet representative from the ship. Ach, goody. Me an'all th'lad's and lasses in green, she thought just as Major Claudius with his odd lit let the cat out of the bag. Cara's head whipped up at that, her red tail of hair swishing behind her as she turned to stare across at the Lieutenant, one Helen Locke if she remembered the name right. Th' commander was merrit tae thes hen? blood hell, Cara thought, working through all the implications about what kind of person the Commander was attracted to, and more importantly, what kind of bad blood might exist, and how that might, in turn, impact the mission. Tha'd be why Olivia went stiff as ah board."Greetin's ahn salutaiton's, Cara said with a small wave, right as the female MACO, the one Anson had called 'Ruiz' strode past her and up to Lt. Locke. Cara turned and fished her scanner out of her pocket, flipping it own without so much as a 'by your leave' and started taking a few scans to get a feel for the place. She glanced about, feeling unsure where she should begin, but letting the MACO's take the lead, as Claudius was the senior officer in the room. Ahnd ah dinnae think Ah'd be best t'talk to Miss Locke. Ahd' open me mouth ahnd stick mah foot roight down mah throat.
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Post by Absinthe on Jun 23, 2019 11:55:45 GMT
[ Anson Claudius, Sabra Kassab, & Helen Locke | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionado “What’s the situation, ma’am?”Helen all but jumped when the strange woman walked up to her. " Erm, I... I mean..." Helen stammered. She was caught off guard and for a moment she had no clue how to respond. "The situation?" She swallowed hard and did her best to focus. " Well... the alien ship is about two and a half kilometers, erm," she gestured, " that way." With an odd little smirk, Anson came forward and rested his hand on Ruiz's shoulder for a second. " Ah dornt hink noo is th' time tae interrogate th' staff," he said with a light tone. He turned his attention to the shorter red-haired woman. " Sorry, if Ah hud knoon Ah was bringin' an lat at dug, Ah woods hae brooght mah lat at dug." It was all Helen could do to just blink and stare. She looked to the strange angry woman. " What did he say?" " Ah, anither divit fa cannae spick liek ah plain sassenach?" Anson said folding his arms. " Gang oan, ye tak' th' leid 'en Ruiz." In the back, the mustachioed man chuckled a little. " I honestly have no clue what he just said," Helen said. To those who knew her, she had never been very polite or rather, very couth. Anson just shook his head and walked over to the only other person who spoke any kind of sense. " Yoo'd hink Ah was frae a different planit. Ah pure techt Ah am, but Ah spick th' sam leid as a' fowk else. Glaikit," He muttered to her. " The alien ship has bin sending us signals and the translator, that she put togethah, has bin spitting out threat aftah threat. Ah little while agoh they tried to blast their weay out and Mikulah, being ah scaaaredy cat called for ah rescue. That ah doddle, don't you know?" Sabra said, at last, he gestured to Helen to show who'd programmed the translator. He had a pleasant enough voice, but he did sound amused. " That answah your questiohn?" |
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Post by multificionado on Jun 23, 2019 13:21:20 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe “He said if he thought of bringing an attack dog, he’d bring his dog,” Raquel answered the Lieutenant. But what good would the stupid animal have been? She thought. What would it have done, sat on the enemy, pinned it down, and then take a siesta? “He’s also asking me to take the lead in conducting the search,” she added. She also took note of the direction Saugn’s ex pointed; depending on terrain, it shouldn’t take long to step out and take a look. And taking note of the ‘stache boy’s comment, Raquel nodded. It was understandable that a soft head scientist would overreact and call for help when aggressive aliens attacked. She considered the possibilities. If it wasn’t for the mention of threats, Raquel would’ve figured that calling for help from an overreaction would lead to them finding harmless aliens whose fireworks inadvertently went off, like a high strung woman who’d call the cops upon hearing a “gunshot,” only for the cops to find it was really the engine of a car backfiring. It had happened before. Old Jefe was fond of retelling that story about his grandmother, before he died, when her antique car’s engine backfired, she mistook it for a gunshot and called the cops over…exactly as it had happened. But she jolted herself back to reality. She figured they could be threatening aliens. If they were making threats, and attempted an attack, it could mean action. But just in case that they didn’t intend any harm, and that they were making threats just to intimidate the “neighbors,” she’ll check it out. If she can determine what their strength is, what they’re like, how likely they’re going to attack…depending on what she found, she could always call Discovery to have their equipment brought down…and, depending on what the Major asked for, a lounge chair, picnic basket and even his lazy old dog to pull a “Bull Run Picnic,” referring to the first major battle of the American Civil War, when there were actually picnickers who came to watch the battle. “If you know where these hostiles are, Lieutenant,” she said, “then please show us. I’d like to see what they’re like. Daniel, Hanson, recon time.” “Affirmative, Sergeant!” they answered back.
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Post by brutus on Jun 26, 2019 13:23:20 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Transporter Room| NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe @multificenado Deep in the back of Cara's mind, a part of her wondered to itself what a Vulcan cultural observer would have thought of this moment. Gathered in that cargo room of the small outpost was a cornucopia of human dialects and accents from a scattering of countries, each with their own cadance and musical lit. A linguist would be having a field day, and even a Vulcan might deign to raise two whole eyebrows in repressed excitement. But Cara was not by nature an linquist. She had some training in it, but she was not the kind of expert like the famed Hoshi Sato that the whole of the fleet knew of, responsible for most of the work on the universal translator that had begun to make the rounds and found prominent use during the negotiations for the Coalition of Planets. No, she was an all around scientists with knowledge and training in multiple specialities, though her degree was in climatology. But when the quiet man spoke up to inform the MACOS (and Cara) of the communications, her face lit up and she ambled right on over to the device, listening into the static for the moment, and running a few tests. Everything coming out of it was recorded now, and she glanced back at the others. Thes 'ear is roight impressife, ma'am. Ye shulds be prood ay th' wark." Perhaps, just perhaps, Cara found herself laying her own accent on a tad thick. She caught Major Claudius' eye (as he only had the one) and tipped him a small wink. He sounded perfectly reasonable to her. But reason went right out the door when the hispanic sergeant gave an order to form up on her and move out. Cara's head whipped around in alarm and she shot a hand up. "Ach! WAIT!" she practically shouted, her voice heavy with an anxious urgency. "Did ye nae reed th'mission brief'n, Sargeant?" she asked with some indignation as she hustled up in front of Ruiz and the other MACO's. "Ye lot aer some o'th'moost gunho blokes Ah ev'r saw but even ye cannae last long oot in'tha," she gestured toward the general direction of the alien ship as pointed out by the Lieutenant (she tried not to think of Locke as 'th'cap'n's ex'). "Witoot proper protec'ion. Ye'd be seeing th'fair foolk nae mar then 'alf an 'our aefter ye walk oot them doors, ahn Ah lay ye odds they wilnae be invoiten ye fer tea."She got a set of stupefied looks and a glare for her troubles, and let out a sigh. Gesturing again, all about her, before placing her hands on her hips she asked, "Why d'ye thank tha'these 'ere foolks aer in a atmosfericly sealed base? Et ahin't fer the asthetics, Ah tell ye tha. Ets th'bloody pollin oot thar. Ye go out in tha, and start breathin' the ahir, and ye'll bee halucinaetin' somethin' feirce. Before yer brains melt oot yer ears." She tapped the side of her head for emphasis, though she was exaggerating the danger a might bit. To the best of her knowledge, no one on the Enterprise had their brains liquified by the pollen clouds that infested Archer IV. But they were the reason that an otherwise beautiful planet like this had but one small research outpost on it, and a general warning beacon in orbit. "Lootenan't Locke," Cara said, turning and summoning up what she hoped was a professional and rank appropriate differential smile. "Wen ye all go a stroolin' oot thar, ye use filter masks ahn the like, aye? Do Yee 'ave enough to spar fer ooos?" she turned to the Major then and cocked a quizzical eyebrow. "Fer tha' matter, did any of ye back any yerselfs?"
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Post by multificionado on Jun 26, 2019 16:10:04 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Brutus
“I heard you, Pelirroja,” said Raquel to the redhead. “I heard the mission briefing. I intend to take the hombres out for recon. We’re not technically engaging. We are going out to check what the hostiles are like, what strength they are at, all that military crap. If we were going out with proper protection, we wouldn’t be dressed like this. We’d be armed to the teeth.”
She glared at Pelirroja, partly out of reminding her how she did things, partly out of jealousy; was she at-the-helm El Guapo’s interest? But her expression slightly softened when she was informed about the planet’s surface…however much she understood; she almost sounded like the Major. God forbid they were related.
“I see,” she said. “If the surface is that screwy, we would need masks for it. If after recon, depending on the enemy’s strength, I’ll call in for suits to protect us from this pollen. Gracias for the heads-up."
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Post by Absinthe on Jul 3, 2019 4:38:44 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn, Mikula Svoboda, Sabra Kassab | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionado As the two females seemed to bicker a little, Sabre could not help but smile. He had always enjoyed watching females pick at each other, it made him feel much better about having long since realized he had no interest in dating one. " Oh, we have plenty of filter masks," he said with a smile. But before he could say much more the door opened again and the two commanding officers walked out. Olivia scanned the group for a moment before she at last spoke. " Well, the situation looks a bit complicated," she said somewhat flatly. She'd gone over the situation with the base commander and she honestly needed more to work with. She needed to know what she was up against. " We need to figure out what's going on and who the heck these aliens are. So here's the plan, Cara, you and Major Claudius will be joining Helen and going to talk to a local alien, see what they know. I know Helen met with them before, but I get the feeling there is more there that we need to know. Ruiz, I want you to take the MACOs we have with us to go do some recon on the ship, take Mr. Kassab with you, his knowledge of the local fauna and flora should help. Mikula and I will try contacting the ship to see what we can learn over the comms, see what good talking can get us now that the Discovery is in orbit." She glanced around, pausing at the look of an annoyed Anson. She wondered if she had missed anything, but now was not the time to focus on that. " Right, given you will be on the surface, everyone will need filter masks to prevent breathing in the pollen native here. Commander Mikula has informed me there are plenty of them so that should not be a problem. If you have a problem with your mask try and limit your exposure, even it means pulling your uniform over your mouth and breathing through the fabric. Even a little protection is better than no protection at all." With that said she turned back to Mikula. " Anything to add Commander?" " Be careful out there, as Helen and Sabre know this planet is still vastly unexplored and there are a lot of unknowns out there. We've cataloged only a handful of species and some are hazardous, being venomous or in some way dangerous. Helen is our resident expert of exobiology, so if you have any questions about that, now would be the time to ask her," the base commander said thoughtfully, though at the mention of Helen an odd little smirk appeared on his face for a moment. Olivia's mask seemed to slip for a second as he said that, she'd learned a lot about Helen in their time together, including Helen's hatred for getting dirty, she was not quite a germaphobe and lived messily, but when it came to things that were wet or squishy, especially if they were cold, wet, and squished, Helen had always seemed to hate them. To be the resident exobiologist, something was up there. |
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Post by brutus on Jul 5, 2019 21:55:40 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Transporter Room| NX-04 Discovery | Deep Space, near Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe Did ahny o'these leaitherneck idiots reid th'bloody briefin', oor was it jist me? Cara thought, a winkle forming in the bridge of her nose at the Seargants attitude. Gung-ho bunch ah gits, she added, rather unkindly. She knew good enough that if this descended into a shooting match she'd be mighty happy to have this chippie and her boys between her and the ones doing the shooting. Cara was a fair pistol shot. She'd had her Academy training. Not top of her class by any means, but for a science tracked cadet she'd done well enough. But she wasn't a trained MACO. "Yer welcom'," Cara managed easing her self back on her heels just as the doors opened back into the bay. She turned, putting her back to the soldiers - save for Anson, who had a bit of distance on her. The redhead gave a small nod to the other scientist, the one that hung back and looked amused, who confirmed that there were masks, and then saw Commander Saugn and that bloke, the mission leader Svoboda return. Her spine stiffened up a bit. She wasn't exactly intimidated by the Commander, just she felt as if she needed to be a better version of herself around the ships captain. That pert nose wrinkled up again, just a bit, as she listened to Olivia go over the situation. Something in the Commanders tone bothered her, but the worry bled away at warp five. Her eyebrows shot up high enough to hide under the brim of her hat, as she looked between Commander Saugn, Major Anson, and the other scientist, Lt. Locke. Ah cannae bealieve whut Ah'm 'earin'. 'Ow can thar bae ah local alien. Haer? Whut th'ahctual fook? Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she failed to feel the smile growing across her face. Suddenly all her ire at the MACO Sergeant was gone. Aloud, she managed an quick, Aye ma'am,. though she was chomping at the bit to ask more questions. Wide as it was, the smile seemed capable of growing a bit wider. It proved to be the case when the commander then pointed out the need to wear masks. She bobbed on her toes a bit, feeling something akin to a teachers pet without the shame of having peers think less of her. Ahleast th'cap'n thaught t'reid th'brefin'. Even if this was all a bit of a case of covering ground already traversed, there was no way for Commander Saugn to know that. Olivia's ex was there, right across the room, looking none too comfortable, or so Cara wagered. She bound right over as soon as the base commanded finished speaking. Finding a healthy dose of common sense in the mans words, she grinned up at Helen, who stood just a bit taller than the Discovery's Science Officer. "Lootenant, Ma'am. Ah cannae help but ba en wee bit parpelxed. Ah dinnae ken tha thar wer ahny nahtive ahlien's on Aercher Fir. Ahleast, nae ahny sentient uns. Woos this bloke then?" She paused, and then remembering what the research lead had said, hastily asked, "Ahnd aer thar ahny specifefic threat's we need t'be ahware uf, between haer ahnd whereveah this ahlien is?"
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Post by multificionado on Jul 5, 2019 22:36:06 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Main Storage Locker | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe, Brutus
Raquel shrugged at Commander Saugn’s words but nodded in affirmative. She would’ve liked to have Saugn’s ex along, partly so she wouldn’t mind having an additional woman along as a guide, partly so as to get her away from the potential awkwardness that’s bound to come up. Even worse, should the Major add fuel to the fire of awkwardness already boiling. She had seen it happen before, the levels of awkward in her family when divorces cropped up, and when the divorced couples met again. The levels of awkwardness were so strong it made her more nauseous than men farting among pigs in a pigsty.
However, she realized it might be even better to have Mister Kassab with them. She figured out that Mister Kassab was the one who looked like someone out of early Castro Cuba, the mustachioed looked so out of place. 200 years out of date. She was going to have fun with their guide.
“We’ll talk later, Pelirroja,” she said to the redheaded girl. Then she turned to Kassab.
“Bring us the mask filters and then lead the way, Ensign,” she said, noting his rank. “Muchachos,” she said to Dhaniel and Hansen…the former being Indian and she can never get his name right… “…you come with me and Ensign Kassab.”
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Post by Absinthe on Jul 16, 2019 4:33:16 GMT
[ Khar-Captain | Captain's Quarters | Kzinti Scount ship Fang Talon | Archer IV ] attn: multificionado brutus syrano It had been days and the rage of the commander of the alien vessel, a tall cat-like creature called Khar-Captain. He had executed 3 engineers already, their blood now painting the floor of engineering, none had been permitted to clean the mess beyond simply moving the bodies. Khar-Captain had been promised more than this when he had taken command of the Fang Talon, a mighty scout for the Kzinti Armada. He had been promised greatness in only a short time. But his stay on the wretched vessel was proving to be more hellish than he had ever desired. He had just finished his daily ritual of praying to the fanged god when his first mate bowed at his door, fist to his chest. " A ship has entered orbit," came the prompt report. " Whose banner do they fly?" came the growl that was Khar-Captain's reply. " Star-Fleet," came the response. " Send word to our benefactor. Tell him that the flies have come," Khar-Captain said with a grin, exposing his long razor sharp teeth. " Tell him that he will get what we agreed upon, but I will get my taste of human flesh before he gets it." " I obey," the first mate said and disappeared. " Star-Fleet," Khar-Captain said with an ever-widening smile. He turned to his bed and looked at the lanky figure of his wife there, she was fast asleep, her animal urges sated. Some part of him want to wake her and ravish her body once more, but he had no desire to listen to the noise she would make if she did. A part of him wondered if human females were more pleasant to violate. He knew he might get the chance soon enough to find out. |
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