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Post by Absinthe on Jul 16, 2019 5:05:45 GMT
[ Anson Claudius & Helen Locke | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: brutus and syrano After doing her best to explain that she knew nothing about the strange alien that had saved her, there had been a few more questions, but Olivia, oh god it had to be Olivia herself didn't it, had pushed them to get a move on. Helen, for her own part, had done her best to avoid making eye contact with Olivia at all and she was more than a little pleased that she was leaving the outpost and getting away from that, at least for now. " This way," she said directing the attention of the redhaired woman and the man toward a denser area of underbrush. The pond could be missed at even 15 meters from it if you weren't looking. She didn't bother with her tricorder, leading the way toward the pond, but doing her best to avoid the more marshy spots at the same time. The complex system of underground caves meant that it was better to stay on as dry of land as you could manage, or find yourself falling into a drop willed with murky water. Behind her, Anson Claudius was having a great time. He was less than fond of being on a planet and not being able to breathe the fresh air, but he also wasn't a complete idiot. " Hoo far is thes pond?" he asked making his way across the rough terrain with ease. He made sure to be the last in the group, making sure to keep both of the redheads squarely in his line of sight. " About half a kilometer," Helen said, she was visibly more relaxed now that they were away from Olivia. " Ye holdin' up okay thaur, Cara?" Anson called to the other redhead, unsure how well she would be doing in all of this. --- [ Sabra Kassab | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: multificionado Being stuck with 3 meatheads was not Sabra's idea of a good time. Honestly, he wished he could have sat around and watched the bitch fight between Helen's ex, the new little redhead Helen's ex seemed to be with, and of course Helen. It was the kind of confrontation that made him want popcorn. Instead, he was trudging into the woods with 3 people who weren't that interesting in hopes of getting a look at an alien ship he had no interest in. " Remembah the old saying, leaves of three, let it be; berries white, take flight," he said as he made his way through the dense overgrowth toward the ship. " Well, here it's more leaves of three and you, aaare fine, leaves of five and try not to breahthe because the mask simply does soh much spiffing." He had isolated the pollen some time ago, but the closer you got to the pollen source the less good the masks did. They did provide enough protection that you weren't likely to get a fatal dose, but the side effects, ranging from vivid hallucinations to mood swings, were likely to set in relatively quickly. " Alsoh, if you decide to take your mask orf and goh insane if you shooht yerself or myself, one will ne'ah forgive you" he added sounding halfway between sardonic and threatening.
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Post by brutus on Jul 16, 2019 17:55:55 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Just outside the Miolian Research Station | Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe The mask fit snug around Cara's mouth and nose, with straps that ran back behind Cara's ears. She'd had to doff her hat to put it on properly, but with the light on Archer IV filtering down through a relatively cloudless sky, she'd put it back on promptly. The filter wasn't the most comfortable thing she'd worn, and she was glad that there was not a need for goggles. Surely, she knew, they would fog up, with her luck. Properly adorned, she had followed Lt. Locke and Major Claudius out of the complex, through the airlocked entrance. While a part of her pondered just what it was she'd done to get under Sgr. Ruiez's skin, the rest of the Scots focus was on her scanner, and the surroundings. Her green eyes were bright as they darted all about, taking in the view and the readings she was picking up. Ah'm on ah Ahlien wurld, she thought to herself, a look of awe on her face that mirrored the feeling in her gut. Yes, there were strange aliens about - a few types, apparently. Yes, pollen from the local flora could turn her insane, or kill her if over exposed. Yes, it was kind of chilly. But it was a new world. Stepping carefully, Cara turned in a full circle for a moment, looking back at the complex they'd left, and the MACO Major some paces behind her. It seemed so small, but she knew they couldn't have gone terribly far yet. Completing the circuit, the redhead hummed softly to herself, half listening to Locke and Claudius, the latter with his strangely familiar lit sounding soothing to her ears. Her scanner beeped, and she checked the reading, smiling behind her mask and making a small note of it. Two more steps forward, and her foot started to sink slightly, the ground turning to mush. To her credit, the Ensign didn't let out a yelp, simply shifted her weight and lifted her foot back up, shaking some of the muck off. A few quick recalibrations to the hand held device gave her a new path to follow, with troublesome spots marked in red. Nodding, and pleased, she picked up her pace, falling back in with the others easily. Ah see the ex-chippe o'th'Capn's knows 'er wae aboot. Cara observed, also noting how - with another backward glance - the Marine's confident stride seemed to fall in pace with the Lieutenant's. Now she felt a bit foolish for needing to map the immediate area on her scanner. As if he'd seen her little dip, the Major called out to both Locke and then the Ensign, using the later's given name. Cara smiled at that, and tossed the look back over her shoulder at the soldier. "Ah feel a wee bit daft fee nae wahchin' mah step, but Ah'd saw Ah'm ootherwise delaeghted, Maejer. Braeve nu wurlds, ahn all tha', sir."Even with the mask hiding her mouth, there was no hiding the enthusiasm that Cara felt in the moment, making her way alongside the others in the alien underbrush of Archer IV.
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Post by multificionado on Jul 17, 2019 13:22:20 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe Raquel scowled as their guide made the quotation. Let it be? Take flight? Clearly, he’d been around long with lots of uninteresting crap to be soft. And bored. And this was one bored man.
Pollo aburro, she thought to herself.
Raquel had met plenty of bores in her time. Not people who were boring, as in people who tended to make people bored, but people who were bored themselves. Aburros, she called them…as in aburrir. She liked calling bored people aburros both to refer to them as bores, and at the same time, refer them to burros, or jackasses, given if one removed the first letter from aburros… In any case, her guide was the first aburro she met in a long time. The last time she met some aburros was at boot camp, and they were all bored guards who wished they had something better to do than guard. The fact of the matter was that she can entirely tell that her guide was someone who felt their current task was a waste of time, that he wanted something better to do than guide a bunch of grunts. She could see it in him when they set out, as well as she could tell that he didn’t want to go near the “neighbors” more out of disinterest than fear. The boredom in his voice was that obvious; there wasn't a trace of cowardice in it. Raquel had seen similar people who regarded training a waste of their time. She smiled as she recalled what her drill sergeants did to such people, putting emphasis to remind them that they weren’t being trained at Starfleet Academy. The only people who were spared such were the aforementioned guards. She nodded when he mentioned the masks, given that she had her mask on long before she stepped outside, then checked to see if Hanson and Dhaniel…she swore to get his name right someday rather than Anglicize it… if they had their masks on properly. Then she turned back to the aburro. “I have an old saying for you as well, Ensign,” she retorted, putting emphasis on the rank. “And that is: ‘There is no wealth like knowledge, no poverty like ignorance.’ We’re MACOs, not wussy Starfleet personnel. Who says anything about leave it be? The “neighbors” can easily be hostile. And allow me to stress that this is strictly recon: I just wish to get a look at the ship, assess their strengths, how dangerous they are, what their firepower is like, all that crap. Depending on what they look like, you could expect us to disappear a few minutes and reappear armed for bear. And I’ll amuse you with another old saying: ‘You can get more of what you want with a kind word and a gun than you can with just a kind word.’”
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Post by Absinthe on Jul 22, 2019 5:24:39 GMT
[ Anson Claudius & Helen Locke | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: brutus and syrano " Brae new worlds, eh?" Anson said with a smirk as he trudged his way through the dense undergrowth. " I've bin oan enaw worlds 'at seem braw at first an' turn intae a real mess only hoors later tae bide alert." As he spoke he kept an eye on where both of the small redheaded women were walking. There was a certain degree of amusement that they'd bumped into Saugn's ex like this, especially when it seemed that, if Anson's guess was right, the captain was eyeing the other little redhead. He'd known Saugn for a while, he'd been planetside with her and seen her in bars. She had a type. " We're almost there," Helen called back as she again checked her hand scanner. She too had noticed the cute little redhead. She wondered if this one had attracted Olivia's gaze yet. Helen knew Olivia better than most, but ever since the divorce the rumors had changed. Oliva, who had been seen as colder than space, was on the prowl for flesh. Helen wondered what had caused it. Such a change was odd. Olivia didn't use to party, she barely even drank before. Now there was rumor she had been caught snorting some illicit substance of an Orion animal woman on Risa. It just seemed like Olivia had gone insane. At least that's what the rumors had said. After a few more minutes walking Helen, at last, spotted the small pond. She quickly moved to the edge of it and looked into the murky depths. She had no clue how to summon the strange creature. She found a rock and dropped it into the water. " Um... Hello?" she called and then waited. Anson walked up behind her, his hand moving to the phase pistol on his hip. He wanted to be ready for anything. --- [ Sabra Kassab | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: multificionado With a sigh Sabre stopped and gave a sideways glance to the meathead who was doing most of the talking. With the filtration mask over his face, his expression was near unreadable. " I'm not certain what you're so excited about. That ship has been sitting there for nearly 2 weeks. It's tried to shot itself loose, it's tried to launch itself on thruster power. Nothing worked. They've had plenty of time to do something and they've sat and made threatening noises at us. I bet they will be hostile if we get close, but you see, I don't think we should get close. I have no interest in dying. I was giving you a warning about the plants, because that's all on this planet I give a crap about," Sabre said sounding tired and bored. " I don't care about you or much of anyone else here." And then a plasma bolt slammed right into his left pectoral and threw him back into a tree. Almost instantly the air was filled with bright red plasma bolts. Instantly Dhaniel took cover and Hanson lept to pull Ruiz to the ground. Within seconds Dhaniel was returning fire. Though he could not see where the bolts were coming from, he could tell what direction they were coming from and he was damn sure gonna lay down some cover fire.
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Post by brutus on Jul 22, 2019 14:53:39 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Just outside the Miolian Research Station | Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe Anson's words put a bit of a damper on Cara's buoyant spirits. The reminder that many a nice world ended up being not so nice at all was delivered gently, but the message got across all the same. Cara found herself starring down at her scanner now, taking closer looks at its readings, just as if the words from the Major would summon up some threat from out of the blue. Ah think Ah'll call ye Mahjur Buzzkill from now on, she groused in silence. As ef Ah dinae ken tha' th'planets dangerous ahlready. We got th'bloody feltar masks on, nae?Huffing just a little, the redhead looked back at the MACO and gave a bit of a shrug. "Ah cannae aergue tha, Mahjur. But Ah can try t'enjoy th'walk befer it all goes t'hell, no?" She flashed Claudius that same eager smile that Commander Saugn had teased out of her when offering to show her the new sensor suite on the Discovery the day she reported for duty. The one she couldn't really turn off if she tried, that came unbidden in the prospect of something new and shiny. She had no idea that she herself might be the 'something new and shiny' for the Captain. Cara was no blushing virgin as the saying went. She'd embraced life in the Academy, likely as not a way of rebelling somewhat against her parents more conservative views. Be it consorting with Aliens, attire, or any other list of a slew of things the redhead disagreed with. Never anything to get her in serious trouble with the Academy, and certainly not to the detriment of her studies. More than anything else the budding young scientist had wanted to be out there...out here, as it were. That didn't mean she'd never flirted, dated, or taken things further. She'd just never let it get in the way of her career. And neither had her partners. They were all very driven. But it wasn't in Ens. Ross' nature to suspect someone in such a high position up her personal chain of command to be interested in a 'pipsqueak' like her. She had definently felt the focus of Commander Saugn on more than one occasion, but until she'd come face to face with Lt. Helen Locke, she had no idea that the ships captain had been married to a woman, nor one that bore some passing resemblance to her. At least in terms of hair if nothing else. That she was, as Maj. Claudius thought, Olivia Saugn's type. She simply thought her Commanding officer was showing an interest in her senior staff, limited as it was with the ship being crewed in part by temporary postings and acting officers. Cara was one of the few actual senior officers aboard ship at the moment, and (perhaps foolishly) she assumed that the time that the captain invested in her was the time that Olivia would spend with any promising young officer. It certainly lead to a desire to please the captain with her performance, and it led to the occasional daydream that the redhead would often flush over before pushing aside. So the occasional looks she was drawing from Anson and Helen went right over her otherwise observant head. Said head snapped up, the pony tail bobbing between her shoulders, when Lt. Locke called out that they were close. The eager excitement was back. Cara picked up her pace, so that when the researcher got to the edge of the pond, Cara was right there with her, leaning over and around, looking at the murky water rippling. She cocked an eyebrow up on her head and tilted to look up at Locke, as she remained somewhat bent over, scanner in hand. "Um, Lootenant, es droppin' ah rok th'most polite wah t'get yer friends ahtenshun?"
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Post by multificionado on Jul 23, 2019 16:39:04 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe Raquel frowned under her filter mask as he heard the aburro’s words. It sounded like the “neighbors” were trapped on the planet, but seemed to hostile to want help. She had just shrugged when the aburro mentioned the plants – like it mattered, that’s what these filter masks were for – when the first bolts fired off and Hanson dragged her to the ground. “ Mierda!” she shouted as she was dragged down. She got her rifle out and joined Dhaniel in opening fire. Following the direction of where the bolts were coming from, she took aim around and shot, stun bolts first, and then ducked back to cover. “Cease fire, Dhaniel, there’s no point in shooting someone we can’t see,” she ordered. “Hanson, check Ensign Aburro, see how he’s doing, but proceed with caution.” Recalling distinctly the direction the fire came from, she peered out in the direction they came from. She wished she hadn’t left her scope back on the ship, but the Major ordered “no frills.” “Ensign?” she asked. “Got a tricorder handy?” She hoped he did. Scans of what the lifesigns were like often worked better than scopes and binoculars any day.
One thing's for sure to Raquel: The "neighbors" were definitely hostile.
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Post by Absinthe on Jul 31, 2019 11:47:31 GMT
[ Sabra Kassab | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: multificionado Enemy fire did not let up for a second and after being hit, Sabra did his best to not move. He was pretty sure the shot was a stun setting, but it was clear it was a stun setting for a creature more able to take a hit than him. His shoulder was badly burned and felt like it had been knocked out of place, but he wasn't dead, so he had that going for him. Dhanial stopped firing, but held his rifle ready just in case. "I've never seen anything shoot this fast, sir," he said as he made his way to her. He'd been itching for something to happen for some time now. They were in a war and yet here they were checking out a research outpost so far from the frontlines it almost hurt. Hanson made his way over to the ensign and checked him for life. The built had hit him not so much in the chest as in the left pectoral muscle and done some nasty damage to the muscle, but it hadn't gone deeper than that. "You're lucky to be alive," he said with a grin as he tried to move the ensign behind cover. And then the source of the fire appeared. A small drone rigged with what looked like a plasma cannon. It was firing so fast it looked like the barrel of it's cannon was turning orange from the heat. Dhaniels took aim and fired, but the blasted thing was too fast. It scoured the rock he was using for cover with plasma bolts. "Damn things faster than... I don't know... something stupid fucking fast." Dhaniels had never been that creative when under pressure.
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Post by multificionado on Jul 31, 2019 14:56:28 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe
The ensign wasn’t just an aburro, he was also a wuss. The wuss of all wusses. Raquel had just turned back and saw the drone. A souped-up steroidal drone. Small and rigged with a plasma cannon.
“Mierda,” said Raquel with surprise. She saw Dhanial fire and it moved fast. For something toting a plasma cannon it was fast. She could see Dhanial dropping back for cover and could see the bolts firing in rapid fire above them.
“What I wouldn’t give for a heat seeker right now,” she muttered to herself.
“Ma’am?” asked Dhanial.
“I heard you say that it was fast, Corporal,” said Raquel. “Puts cheetahs to shame. I just wish we had a heat seeker and a rocket launcher right now, let alone in our armory. We don’t even have so much as a grenade.”
She noticed Dhanial ground his teeth and she couldn’t blame him. Here they were, far from the front lines. They survived a brutal Romulan attack and spent months limping back to Earth. And they were pinned down by a drone on steroids. She could agree with Dhanial that it was insulting, but as the Major’s second-in-command – though she may as well be running the show – it was her duty to not lose her cool.
Then she remembered something.
“Corporal, did you happen to notice how much heat that cannon’s generating?” she asked Dhanial. When he nodded, she resumed. “Give enough time for that pipsqueak on steroids to shoot at us, sooner or later that cannon’s going to overheat. And if it’s powered from a drone, it’s going to drain a lot of its power. It’ll have to stop sooner or later to cool down. When that happens, then we send the little turd to the scrap heap. I’m sure you remember the Ravager Rovers.”
She distinctly recalled MACO boot camp; at some point or another, recruits would head up to the moon for outer space combat training, and those were for the ones who had the guts. Part of it included using Ravager Rovers, space Rovers rigged with repeating phasers, not unlike that drone they were facing, except the Rovers had wheels like the old NASA ones and moved like a lazy rhino…or the Major’s lazy mutt. Not to mention all phasers required a cool down time after extensive use. And if they were drawing power from something electronic, like a Rover, it tended to drain its power. Raquel learned about it the hard way when she shot up a boulder that looked particularly like the Xindi weapon that carved its way through the Caribbean from Florida. It took a shuttlepod to get that Rover back to base after she practically leeched it of its power.
Of course, that souped-up drone was obviously not of Starfleet make, but she was absolutely sure that, like all energy weapons, this one required a cool down time. And would undoubtedly drain its source of power.
Looking at Dhanial, she saw his nod of understanding. She smiled in affirmation. At least there was somebody who had the guts to train for combat in outer space, as well as for zero G.
“Good,” she said. “Maybe we won’t need that heat seeker after all.”
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Post by Absinthe on Aug 4, 2019 3:30:06 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Lead Researcher's Office | Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: multificionado & tmil Olivia scrolled over the communication logs and frowned. It wasn't that she didn't trust the skills of her ex-wife when it came to translation, it was just that she didn't trust anything about Helen anymore, let alone her skills. She pulled out her communicator and opened a channel. " Saugn to Bronson, how's the transporter looking? Can you beam someone down?" There was a pause before the quiet voice of the acting chief engineer responded. " I'm running a complete diagnostic on it right now so it's in standby mode. Even if I cancel it, it'd take another 15 minutes to get it up. Might be easier to just use a shuttle at this point," came the response. " Well shit," Olivia said and turned a control on the communicator to open a second channel. " Saugn to Drake, I need you to get our Communications Officer on a shuttle and bring her down to the surface, Olivia out." She turned the control to close the second channel. " Bronson, I want you to get the transporter functional, but don't rush it. We might need to make a quick get away. How is the new site to site transport function working?" " It's borderline on all simulations. I can't guarantee success. It could cause a feedback issue and scramble the signal," Bronson replied. " Right, we'll avoid that unless we really have to," Olivia said and frowned. She'd expected better function from the new ship systems than that, but it was too late to fuss now. " Saugn out." She closed her communicator and looked over to Mikula. The slightly pudgy man smiled. " So, I never thought I'd meet you, Captain. I've heard a lot about you." " From Helen?" Olivia asked. " She tends to talk a lot if you get so much as a single beer in her," he replied with a shrug. " I know," Olivia said and turned to focus on the logs once more. --- [ Sabra Kassab | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: multificionado Moving between the branches of the trees the drone's plasma cannon didn't seem to stop for what felt like hours. From his position, laying against a large rock for cover, Sabre did his best to relax. He was in quite a bit of pain and more than a little annoyed by all of this. He'd picked the outpost to get away from all the conflict that was going down. He had no interest in war and even less in getting involved in a firefight. He was a scientist and not one to enjoy the, so called, "thrill of battle." Instead he was cowering in the dirt with a bunch of meat heads, hoping he wasn't about to die for his trouble. Hanson did not leave the side of the injured ensign, but instead held his rifle at the ready too, just in case he could get a shot off. He was better with munitions, it was easier to plant an explosive and run away than it was to take aim and shot something that wouldn't stay still. Dhaniel kept his rifle moving, doing his best to keep it's targeting sensor on the drone, even if by the time he got anything close to a lock the damn thing moved and the sensor would reset. "Any clue how long it will be until it needs to cool down?" he called over to Ruiz. She was a good enough XO, but she seemed a bit standoffish to him. He wondered why the Major had picked her at all, especially given her disdain for the Major. The whole unit noticed it.
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Post by multificionado on Aug 4, 2019 13:50:14 GMT
[Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Bridge | Deck One | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Archer IV Orbit] attn: Absinthe, Tmil
Gideon had been busy at the helm. Maintaining orbit isn’t as easy as it looks. Of course, he had been exchanging glances at the Communications Officer…he realized he didn’t know her name. He didn’t notice her until shortly after Commander Saugn departed. He was instantly smitten by her. Another black-haired type, and Indian, too, close enough to some of the most beautiful women on Earth. Of course, the other black-haired woman, the MACO, she was a beauty as well…Gideon would have to choose between the two.
He was feeling bored and he decided to get up and talk to her. He approached her and saw a pointed ear sticking slightly out from the hair…a Vulcan.
Gideon tended to be careful when it came to Vulcans. For one thing, they were older than they looked, given their long lifespan. They could easily make eighty, ninety, and still be hot, and it made him think back to Aragon…and the Lord of the Rings also made him think of pointy-eared people…for another thing, they were bloody strong. He learned it the hard way when he hit on a Vulcan who had unexpectedly experienced Pon Farr, while he was on leave at Earth. When he tried to bring her home for a snog…needless to say, the less that can be said of it, the better, not to mention that he spent the rest of the leave hiding under his bed until the Niagra beamed him up. He was definitely sure he crapped himself when the Vulcan bird lashed out at him, not to mention screamed so high, if his scream had been raised a few decibels more, it would’ve been enough to shatter glass.
He never talked to Vulcans, let alone Vulcan women, since then. Even that odd new nurse on Discovery made Gideon wary. If Vulcans can be emotional, something is bloody wrong, even if it wasn’t Pon Farr, and that was when he was going to keep his distance. He wasn’t about to fook with Vulcans again, not unless he wanted his arse kicked.
But he was smitten by her beauty anyway. But something in him told him to be careful. He instinctively felt the left cheek of his arse; the bruise and the soreness may have healed, but he never forgot the pain.
He opened his mouth to talk when the communique came in from Commander Saugn.
"Saugn to Drake, I need you to get our Communications Officer on a shuttle and bring her down to the surface, Olivia out."
He was rooted in the spot in astonishment before he spoke again. He was glad to be spared the monotony of boredom, not to mention any potential embarrassing remarks.
“My apologies, Ensign…so sorry, I don’t know your name,” he said, noticing the rank. “I’m Lieutenant Drake. We’re required down to the surface via shuttlepod.”
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe
“Judging from how orange it’s looking,” said Raquel, daring to peek again, “it could be at any moment. If it doesn’t within the hour, that means the power cells the pipsqueak is running on is pretty sucking powerful. Like, would have better use powering a starship’s phase cannons. I know for a fact that it took the old Ravager Rovers under a dozen minutes to overhead badly enough for it to be rendered obsolete.”
Raquel was inwardly hoping it was the case. Given how small the drone was, and the way it was toting that cannon, if it didn’t overheat between a dozen minutes and half an hour, let alone within an hour, it would mean the drone was exceptionally powerful.
“Meantime, I’d best call in,” said Raquel. “Just in case. Have the jefes bring in reinforcements, and maybe more teeth.”
She pulled out her communicator. Standard-MACO issue. She was sure that Starfleet communications are being monitored, hence that cryptic message from Saugn’s ex. But the MACO communicators were separate from regular Starfleet frequencies.
Of course, she hated to have to call for help from the Major. He could easily shoot down her request, or ignore it, or brush it aside as nonsense. But what choice did she have? If the neighbors were monitoring Starfleet frequencies, MACO comms would suffice.
She opened her MACO-issue communicator and patched in with the Major.
“Sergeant Ruiz to Major Claudius,” she said, grimacing as she talked – she would’ve bared her teeth as she always did when she called the Major, if circumstances were so screwed that she had to call him – “We’ve met the neighbors, and they are so unfriendly, they’re hostile. They’ve pinned us down with a drone toting a sucking plasma cannon. And I’d hate to think of what other surprises the ‘neighbors’ have. Requesting permission to call Discovery for stronger equipment, arms, armor, grenades – especially grenades – and maybe a few more troopers.”
She was sure that the Major would turn down something this huge. She even balled her fist with her free hand when she asked for permission; she hated to have to ask the Major permission. But honestly, if the “neighbors” had a drone rigged with a plasma cannon, she hated to think what the "neighbors" looked like, let alone what sort of teeth they toted.
If the drone overheated before backup arrived, so much the better, and they could use the equipment anyway; she wanted to make sure the hombres were armed to the teeth before proceeding further, even to protect the jefes. She wouldn’t even care if the Major was going to watch them duke it out the same way picnickers did at Bull Run.
Even if he said no, Raquel aimed to call Discovery anyway.
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Post by tmil on Aug 4, 2019 17:15:01 GMT
[Ensign T'Mil | Bridge | Deck One | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Archer IV Orbit] Attn: Multificiando
If T'Mil had felt Lieutenant Decker's eyes studying her, even if had attempted to do so surreptitiously, she gave no sign of it. Instead, she went about her duties, giving no sign that she had taken any notice of the lieutenant until he addressed her.
“My apologies, Ensign…so sorry, I don’t know your name,” the lieutenant began. “I’m Lieutenant Drake. We’re required down to the surface via shuttlepod.”
T'Mil nodded in reply, holding up a finger, indicating she need the lieutenant to be quiet for a moment. She spoke sotto voce into her microphone, before standing up and turning her attention to the taller human.
"My relief is on his way, Lieutenant. And it is Ensign T'Mil," she added. Her soft but clear soprano voice held the clear, precise diction common to most Vulcans, though her years living in Brazil had overlaid her Vulcan "accent" with a hint of something almost musical. "If you would lead the way, Lieutenant?"
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Post by syrano on Aug 14, 2019 2:11:41 GMT
[ Syrano | Just outside the Miolian Research Station | Archer IV]
Some time earlier, Syrano had surfaced and was met with a rather rude surprise. It was some sort of drone, he thought, for he knew of no creature both small enough and intelligent enough to pilot such a small metallic thing. He had no clue where it was going, and he wasn’t going to stay long enough to find out. It didn’t follow him as he dove down to the depths of the pond once more. It didn’t seem to be interested in him, either that or it could not follow. So he remained at the bottom, holding his arms, bitterly cursing the series of events that led him here. He was young, so young, dammit, he had an entire life to live, and it had to end like this.Sitting at the bottom of a too-clean pond, not enough salt, his skin crawling with the chill, alone, his head screaming in a headache of such massive proportions… He felt a pebble fall onto his cerata. Out of instinct, they wrapped around the thing as if he were capturing prey and slowly stinging it to death. Alas, it was a rock, not a fish, and so he couldn’t eat it. He could, however, tilt his head upwards. Around him, it was dark and grey. The water was relatively clear, compared to what he was used to, and painted with various shades of grey-green stone, ashy soil…above was brighter sunlight. It did nothing to cheer him up or warm his heart, but he knew someone must be up there. Perhaps it was time to cash in on his ‘favor’? He hoped. This place was so bitterly lonely. All he’d been doing since his last encounter was sit around and sulk. He began to rise, slowly. Appearance was everything, and even though he felt like shit, he would make an entrance as if he was the prince of this goddamn planet. To those above, the water seemed still. The color change was subtle, but it became brighter and brighter colored. It was as if a brilliant multicolored bedsheet rose from the depths, painting the entirety of the pond vibrant hues of violet, indigo, and bright electric blues. He broke the surface slowly, his cerata first as they coiled around the pebble tossed into the water. Then his face, both eyes staring intently at the trio who came to pester him, with a tense, difficult-to-read sort of look. His shoulders rose, his chest, and soon everything above his hips was above the water. Below, his skirts fluttered slowly, fanned out as wide as they could go. He commanded a regal, majestic presence, and his tone showed the scorn this majesty had for his audience. “I do hope you have more than a rock to offer me, alien creature.” He spoke, his voice warbly, and as he did so he reached up to untangle the pebble from his cerata. He tossed it to the trio--it was now covered in slime. Before him were more dreadfully distasteful things. It was difficult to believe each one was of the same species. Perhaps they were not? One creature had black over it’s eye. The other displayed some unique shade of orange. Altogether not an unattractive shade, if it were not applied to such nasty fibers on the top of it’s head. And then there was the human from before. He knew that one, so he settled his ice-cold gaze on her. “I see you have brought more of your kind. What business have they with me? Understand I do not do social calls.”
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Post by brutus on Aug 14, 2019 20:52:05 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Just outside the Miolian Research Station | Archer IV] Attn: Absinthe syrano What Cara thought about propriety probably didn't amount to a hill of beans to Lt. Locke, but she was no mind reader and couldn't be sure. Regardless, the Commander's Ex didn't get a chance to tell Cara what she thought. Nor did Major Claudius get to enlighten her with some jaded bit of insight either. No, before either of the older officers could tell off, or correct, or agree with the Ensign, the water began to churn and color. "Ah, Majur," she began, but really there was very little point in pointing things out. The water shifted from one shade to the next, before something be-tentacled broke the surface. One particularly rebellious part of Ens. Ross' mind flashed back to a movie she'd seen at the Academy. A cartoon really, and certainly not one for kids - her roommate had been watching it. Her eyes went wide now with the vividly remembered moment which, at the time had made her laugh at how ridiculous the notion of the poor heroin being lifted up by the monster had been. Now, for that split second, it was all too real. Up, and up she looked, as the thing rose out of the water. It was much larger than her, she realized, and imagined that more of it was there, lurking under the surface. She let out a low whistle, despite herself, and an even lower, "Sgrìob mi" in harsh gaelic. Roughly translated, it meant 'fuck me' which was rather on the nose - at least according to the cartoon she'd scoffed at back in the Academy. Now though, it was said a bit more reverently. Cara managed not to jump when the creature dropped the stone - tossed, really - and then spoke to them. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the sound of its voice, and the translation through the UT. Grateful that she'd worked with their comm's officer to update the software on the device shortly before reaching orbit of Archer IV, She licked her lips, thought about speaking, and then, thought better of it. This person was addressing Lt. Locke. And even if it wasn't, then Major Claudius had the rank. Ye can quit yer whoolgathern' and taek some bloody scans, eh lass? Silently berating herself served the purpose though, and she raised the scanner in her hand up. Deft fingers triggered a few selections, and then the recording began. Fascinatin' Big, scary, perhaps, imposing, certainly. And bringing up entirely too many inappropriate images for the situation. This es wha' Ah'm oot 'ere fer. She thought, as the smile slowly crept over her face.
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Post by Absinthe on Aug 16, 2019 1:41:33 GMT
[ Anson Claudius & Helen Locke | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: brutus multificionado and syrano The sound of his communicator made Anson look around for a moment before pulling his out his pocket and flipping it open. " Understuid, use frequency beta 'en an' keep th' chatter tae a minimum, we dornt ken hoo lang usin' maco frequencies will gang unnoticed," he said as a dark frown appeared on his face. At the sound of Cara cussing, he snapped the communicator closed and turned back. " Cara, i've got tae gie tae mah wee boys. looks loch the-day is gonnae be a..." He stopped when he saw the creature for the first time. "Weel, I'll be a son ay a..." His hand moved to his phase pistol, but he didn't draw it yet. Helen swallowed hard. The creature seemed it's usual self, or she assumed it was its usual self. " Well, I promised that the first ship that came by I would come and get you, and well a ship that wasn't full of cranky aliens stopped by. They just want to ask you something I guess, and then they can take you?" She glances to Cara first and then to Claudius. " I think?" Claudius stepped forward, but kept his hand on his pistol. He pulled out his own UT and adjusted it slightly. " I am Major Anson Claudius of the Starship Discovery. I am the second officer of that ship and authorized to negotiate." He paused and adjusted the translation just a touch. He knew well enough that his accent didn't function with other UT's very well, so he had worked up a UT that could do it, translating his speech into what was being called Earth Standard and then translating it into alien languages. He personally hated it. " I can offer you safe passage off this world if you can tell me what you know about that alien ship that crashed not far from here."
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Post by multificionado on Aug 16, 2019 4:56:43 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | just outside the Miolian Research Outpost | Archer IV ] attn: Absinthe For once, Raquel was at a loss for words. The Major actually had granted her permission. Dhanial and Hanson were also at a loss for words as well. All it took to shake them out of their astonishment was a blast from the drone. If Dhanial had been a foot higher, he would’ve no longer had a head. Instead, the cannon shot past Dhanial from above and blew a tree apart. She can understand completely of minimal usage of Frequency Beta; odds are, the “neighbors” will likely intercept it before long. Switching to Frequency Beta, Raquel called Discovery, specifically the next ranking MACO who’s holding the muchachos together while both she and the Major were off the ship. “Ruiz to Corporal Kelly. Come in.” “Reading you loud and clear, Sarge,” called Corporal Kelly. “We need backup down here, Corporal. Bring ‘Twitch’ and her grenades and especially that big hombre, ‘Dragon’ and his cannon.” She knew the men in mind. They were her selects. Corporal Yuki “Twitch” Takashi was one of the best ordinance people in the MACOs. And Corporal Simbare “Dragon” Djamine, at a towering seven feet tall, was one of the best finds of the MACOs, specializing in heavy weapons. The perfect man for using high energy pulse rifles. “Understood, Sarge,” said Kelly. “Anything else you need?” “Yeah, Jo,” continued Raquel. “Bring one of the medics with you, Corporal Higgins specifically. And have the mucachos bring our heavy armor, complete with the helmets we breath in space in. Trust me, the atmosphere down here’s a doozy; breath in the air, you'll get some unhealthy aerosols. Bring similar armor to Hanson and Dhanial while you're at it. Bring additional attachments and stronger weapons. Oh, and don’t forget El Viejo Sin Dolor. You know the gun I mean.” “I shore do. I’ll get you the crap you need, along with Corporal Higgins. I’ll get them all down as soon as possible. Though I’m surprised something this big got past the Major.” “Consider it a miracle, Amiga,” said Raquel. “Get all the gear possible onto a shuttlepod as quickly as possible. Ruiz out.” She was smiling. Things were starting to look better. Hanson and Dhanial were good enough, but her handpicked troops she trusted the most. Demolitions and ordinance expert Takashi, heavy weapons man Djamine, medic Larry Higgins, and of course her own second-in-command, Josephine Kelly. Her own team among the detachment knew how to get things done. She knew them all the most, and knew them to get things done. [Lieutenant Gideon Drake | Bridge | Deck One | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Archer IV Orbit] attn: Absinthe, Tmil “Of course,” replied Gideon, “I’d be glad to guide you down there.” He was becoming more enamored with the Vulcan communications officer. But nonetheless, he was still careful. He led the Ensign down to the Shuttlebay and was so taken with her, he didn’t notice the four MACOs loading one of the shuttlepods until he bumped into the huge one. Four armored MACOs, complete with helmets one expected either for a space walk or through a gaseous environment, and the MACOS included the huge one toting a...was that a phase cannon he was hosting?... a Japanese girl who seemed to twitch a little handling what looked like grenades, and a medic, along with a couple of cases of equipment and three sets of armor and helmets. And...did he just see a modified phase rifle with a bayonet attached to it?
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