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Main Sim - Away Team

Posted May 10, 2019, 12:10 a.m. by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) (David Shotton)

Posted by Cadet Catt Beñnet (Scientist) in Main Sim - Away Team

Posted by Cadet Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Away Team

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The life signs were all around them. The tricorders thought there was life teeming in this part of the ship, in the walls, up the corridors, everywhere. Narrowing the scope some, however, the humanoid life forms were located behind the bulkhead directly next to where the old transporter chief placed them. It, however, was locked and it looked like the manual override on this side had been severely damaged.

Up the hallway to the next junction, which is where Osten wandered off to, it got darker and muggier. Around the corner there was no light up the just what ever illumination was cast from his flashlight.

Most importantly, however, it was silent. A pin drop could be heard. The white noise of a running starship was just… gone.

GM Wombat

Catt pointed at the closed door. “Humanoid life is behind that door sir. “, she said the whir of her tricorder provided some releaf from the dead quiet that was rather unnerving. The door between them and the Potterfields crew had that barred from the inside look to it. But she wasn’t sure she should report her observation. But even with the risk of looking like someone who watched to many horror holoprograms she said, “That door with it’s exposed but damaged manual open controls. Well it reminds me of bad horror holoprograms my room mate at the academy was addicted to sirs.” She looked between the XO and the COS as she said this. “Also if this was a holoprogram we are on the wrong side of that door.” She added her ears flattening and tail twitching as she looked up and down the corridor. When her attention returned to her tricorder as her inner ears blushed in embarrassment she started scanning for movement. “I suppose as the virgin innocent female I am somewhat safe if this was a horror entertainment.”, she whispered out loud to herself. It was a strange comfort somehow till she realised she said it out loud.but as there were no holes she could hide in she just stood and looked embarrassed while scanning and not meeting either superior officers eyes.

To GM: scanning for movement other than the landing party.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.

There was movement on the other side of the door. Four or five life signs were huddled together in the corner of the room, silent and quiet.

Max laughed, “I think you’ve watched a few of them yourself Cadet.” He looked over at Cadet Locke, “Alright Cadet, work your engineering magic on the door.”

Looking back at his tricorder it was giving him some strange readings. While there was humanoid life signs on the other side of the door, it kept giving him the impression that there was life signs all around them.

“Cadet Bennet. Are you getting any weird life sign readings?”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Catt swallowed her embarrassment and got back to business, The entire ships cargo was seeds and biomatter sir so the tricorder is seeing life everywhere. It’s going to be hard to sort out whats where exactly. Fortunately we can pinpoint the Potterfields crew. We likely have to cut through that door sir.”, and she shook her head to get a lock of fur out of her eyes. Her fur was reacting to the dampness and going limp. She sighed and imagined she would end up looking and smelling like a wet cat.
“Yes sir. One horror entertainment a evening for most of four years. Well I spent a great deal of time in the library so not as many as that actually, but Rona insisted on sharing her favorites.”

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.

Cadet Osten lowered his rifle in relief as his flashlight illuminated nothing menacing in the darkness. As his heartbeat slowed slightly, Wiles began to realize just how eerily silent the ship was. Being some distance from the rest of the away team and their discussion made it particularly apparent to Wiles that there was an unnatural quiet aboard the Potterfield. A faint ringing filled his ears. His heartbeat sped up again.

Breaths came quickly for Wiles, suddenly. He was on the verge of hyperventilating, and his eyes widened as he did his best to steady his lungs. But there was an element of sheer terror associated with this silence. It conjured several catastrophic thoughts. Particularly, that life-support was shut off. That the gravity plating was shut off. That he was standing on a lifeless metal coffin hurtling through the void of space, with none of the necessary power and technology to protect him. The fact that he was still breathing, still had his feet on the ground, had not yet been exposed to the vacuum of space… well, that made the situation all the more confusing and difficult to comprehend.

Wiles shot a look back down the corridor at his counterparts, who were hopefully distracted by the door in front of them. He quickly ducked around the corner of the intersection, resting his back against the wall and closing his eyes to catch his breath out of sight of his peers and superiors. He slowly centered himself, welcoming the darkness and silence to surround him. He was alright. He was okay. And he was not going to make a fool of himself on his first mission.

After a moment of meditation, Wiles pushed himself upright, setting his jaw. The cadet wiped sweat from the muggy air off of his forehead. He was reinvigorated. With that renewed spirit, he turned his flashlight back on. And as he pointed it down the hallway again, something compelled him to move forward. To inspect the darkness in front of him. Just for a couple more steps.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Poor Osten. He should have watched more movies like Catt. Once he was out of eye shot from the rest of the away team he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. It wasn’t much but it was there. “You shouldn’t be here,” a voice said in a low tone before Osten felt a scratch on his neck.

By the time Osten could react, however, whatever was behind him was gone, fled back into the darkness.

“Well, before we start cutting through the door, let’s try one thing first.”

Max walked over to the shut door and pounded on it 3 times. He raised his voice so hopefully they would hear them on the other side. “This is Commander Harkness from the USS Challenger. Can anyone hear me?”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Nothing by silences reached Harkness’s ears. Who ever was on the other side of the door didn’t want to be found.

GM Wombat

Continuing the scans with his tricorder, Richards watched the XO knock on the door before he looked more closely at the damaged manual override. “Why,” he asked in a low voice, “is the manual override damaged from this side? Was something trying to get in?”

Cadet Osten jumped with a start as the strange voice spoke over his shoulder. He hissed with pain and clapped a hand to the back of his neck at the scratch. He twirled on his heel, raising the phaser rifle unsteadily with his other hand to aim at his assailant, who had disappeared. With a gulp and wincing in pain, Wiles did not dare look behind him as he sprinted back to the intersection, then ran down the hallway toward the rest of the away team.

The sudden movement of the other Cadet made Richards tear is eyes away from the question of the manual override and raise his scanner. He wasn’t a soldier, but he had an unusually calm demeanor about him as if this was an everyday occurance.

As he reached the others, Wiles pointed back down the corridor. He spoke quickly. “Lieutenant Tavim, I believe there are hostiles aboard… something just warned me that I shouldn’t be here, and nicked my neck.”

Wiles glanced at the medical officer with a wince. “Cadet Richards, can you take a look at it, please? Blast, it hurts.” He turned around to allow Richards easier access to the back of his neck and removed his hand. Cadet Osten kept his eyes peeled down the hallway from where he had come in anticipation, and raised his rifle yet again.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Catt’s tricorder locked onto four lifesigns, then it was almost as if static disrupted the signal, now she saw five lifesigns, more interferance and it was back to four.
“Fou… Interference sir. No five. , ok it’s almost like someone or something is trying to jam the tricorder. I HAve four lifesigns on the other side of the door.”
Just then she heard running footsteps, Security Cadet Osten rounded a corner into the corridor looking paniced. She moved closer to the wall so as to clear the way as her ears flicked back into a tight defensive position. Her tail lashed wildly and she rose up on the balls of her feet as she pivited to face Osten. Her tricorder in her left hand now face down the corridor whirring away. She fell into a fighting stance as her right handpaw started to drew her phaser 1f. The smaller more discrete phaser took less room on a hip already cluttered by sample pouches scientific tools and a environmental force belt. Cadet Osten was two steps past her screeching to a halt by the time her phaser pointed down the hall. Her eyes were full wide as she tried to spot anything following the Cadet. She hissed loudly, and her fur bristled as much as it could considering the damp fetid conditions. Thats when Osten made his report. Voices in the dark, a phantom touch? Fear was not something Catt was unfamiliar with. In the last days beforethey were rescued some of the survivors had hunted each other. Keeping control was the only way to survive when it all went to hell. But she still almost peed herself.
And she let the others handle Osten. She stayed facing ghe way he came ready for anything. Panting heavily. She had worked hard to meet the self defence part of her training after all.

Catt Bennet. Sciences.

OOC:
Nice posting everybody, just watch the spelling a little and we can likely begin to snip a bit as well. Now I’ll also show you about cross-posting. In this post, the Captain is going to comm in for a report. In Main sims when we do this between threads, we call this Cross-Posting. If you post a reply to the Comm, you MUST also copy it to the other thread. We normally do this only for the actual conversation piece, the people on the other ship, aside from calls on visual, can’t see you picking your nose etc so you do not need to describe it twice.

IC:
Richards turned and stepped forward to Osten, raising an eyebrow at the Cadet. “Did you see what it was that got you?” He asked the man, then raised his tri-corder to scan the injury as he looked for it.

Just then, the XO’s comm-badge beeped.

=/\= Away Team, this is Captain Rhodes. What is your status over there? =/\=

NE Richards, Medical


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