Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Away Team

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

Posted by Commander Maxwell Harkness (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Away Team
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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.

Cadet Osten resisted the urge to shake his head, not wanting to interfere with the readings Richards was taking. “No, it disappeared so quickly, I have no idea what it was. But it breathed on me, warned me, and then scratched me.”

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

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

NE Richards, Medical

Lillian was scanning the area around the away team with her rifle in hand and Cadet Bennet made her reports and Osten made a survey of the area at the other end of the corridor. It was mostly white noise as the people around her work on the issues at hand it wasn’t that she was not listening she was, mostly this seam strange that it was so quite here. It reminded her of what the escape pod was like after the power had ran low when she was a kid so, she was not going to let her guard down.
It was then that the sound of a man running. It was Cadet Osten making his way down the corridor.
Lillian moved back in the a crouched position aming her rifle at the space be hide Cadet Osten with the torch illuminating the area he had just come from well as best as the torch attached to her rifle could.
Lillian Listen as he reported in and the focused on the area around them.
“Everyone against the bulkhead she advised the away team knowing that was the best defensive position on in the open ended corridor.
Lillian knew there was no time to see how Cadet Osten was he was with the medic now.
=/\= Away Team, this is Captain Rhodes. What is your status over there? =/\=
With that message Lillian knew that if need there was a ship full of back up if needed.

Cadet Lillian Anderson security

=^= Stand by Captain. =^=

Nijix tried to make logical sense of everything. The Away Team were safe with Anderson as she took the opposite direction that Osten did. They needed a full map of the place and to get that, she needed a console or to manually walk down all the corridors. Instinctively her mind filtered out the white noise in the background while her attention extended to her surroundings.

She kept in earshot of the group in case something went wrong. Distracted by her own investigation, she didn’t notice the signs she should’ve. Osten’s odd behavior, his sudden disappearance or the sudden stop of the white noise. Seeing nothing, Nijix relaxed slightly. Her mind immediately became aware of the white noise’s absence first. When she heard someone sprinting down the hall toward them, she turned and whipped up her weapon. She immediately lowered it when she identified the source to be her own cadet.

Casually she walked back to the group, listening to the information exchanged. When Osten mentioned hostiles, her eyes looked toward where his rifle pointed and noted if anything was there. She didn’t want to believe the man’s fear had gotten the better of him, but it was possible. It was an experience she had herself a long time ago. She inhaled.

“Cadet Anderson, cover me but stay closer to the group. I’m going to investigate the hallway Osten came from,”she began to cautiously walk toward the intersection, her weapon up and ready to fire.

She added more thing before she was out of earshot.

“We should consider getting those individuals out quickly. Keep your eyes open, always stay within eye sight of each other and no one is go anywhere alone.”

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Wiles watched as Lieutenant Tavium walked past him and started down the corridor to investigate. He lowered his rifle as to not point it at his senior officer as she advanced, but watched closely with anticipation, biting his lip. “Leuitenant…” he called after her tentatively, “please be careful. Like you said, none of us should be alone or out of eyesight of each other. Including you.”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“What do you see Lieutenant? Do we need a quick exit out of here?”

Catt relaxed her stance. Security was on the job and she was likely of better use staying out of the way at this point. She had been scanning for sentient life when Osten had his encounter but had not picked up anything in Osten’s direction. The scans were of course better focused to the front of the tricorder than to the sides so she could easily of missed what Osten had encountered. But she straighted herself adjusted her uniform and resisted the urge to try and arrange her fur. Once she was better composed she opted to scan the broken manual door release. Why it was broken on this side of the door was a bit of a mystery after all. She scanned for any dna, blood or foreign matter. Her instructor had told her. Keep busy, stay out of the way and have the answers before your asked for them. Often impossible tasks she thought but she did try. Perhaps to hard. She couldn’t help but feel her need to please people and her inadequacy at actually pleasing them led to far to much self indulgent misery. She let out a sigh and unfurled her ears. Letting her tail do it’s own thing rather than diverting the attention to force it to stop lashing back and forth, she checked the results of her scans. The comm call from the Captain spooked her as things had again fallen quiet. Yep she was jumpy now. Thankfully she didn’t have to reply. She wasn’t sure she could speak without a very unprofessional paniced squeek at the moment.

To GM. Scanning broken manual door release for trace DNA, blood or foreign matter in hopes of determining who or what did this.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.

OOC: Good posting people. With the GM on an LOA lets try not to get too far ahead of ourselves so that he doesn’t have to catch up too much with a lot of information we have to backtrack on. Take the opportunity to start or join other threads, do some character development. One of the things we look for in graduation is being able to start threads and keep busy, so feel free to start something! Felix might just take a wander around the ship…

-Dave

Max looked around the hallway for a moment before he tapped his commbadge again. =^= Challenger, this is Commander Harkness. We are working on making contact with the remaining crew here. However, we have encountered some sort of life form. It gave one of the cadets a bit of a scare. We are trying to ascertain what we have encountered. =^=

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Catt flicked an ear, spooked was putting it mildly she thought to herself. She was lucky she still had dry panties. The quiet seemed to absorb sounds. The air was thick and stale. Everything about the Potterfield felt wrong. The engines dead, battery power only. The answer to what was going on with the Potterfield was likely going to be found in engineering.
“Um Commander. Were you a Engineer before you became the XO?” She asked shyly trying hard to keep her voice normal. It still came out sounding scared.
” it’s going to take time to cut through the door. But if we restore power we may resolve this faster not to mention getting the air scrubbers online.”, she had no desire to tell the XO the away team had no Engineer if he wasn’t a Engineer. That would imply a mistake had been made and xhe had had the idea that the Captain and XO were infailable instilled into her so firmly she was almost ready to fall to her knees and pray every time she ended up in the same area as them. But of course her inner monolog chose that moment to chime in. Hero worship is most illogical. Why her inner voice was a male Vulcan she had no way of knowing. But she respected Vulcans almost as much as she trusted senior officers, so it did make sence after a fashion.she shook her head to get her thoughts back on the job. But one last doubt took a parting shot. She wondered if all away missions were like this.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences

OOC: Thanks, Dave! I am back and I am excited to see how you all have continued on. Prepare for a dump of information to fulfill all of your requests. If I miss something just respond with your IC question and I will get back to you.

IC: Starting at the top: Osten’s scratch was approximately five centimeters long and two deep at its lowest point. It was as if a claw had gotten back there and scraped from the center of his neck to the middle of his shoulder blade. Even though it was only a few minutes old at most it had already started to swell and turn a purple color. Tricorder readings showed no other immediate health changed, but Osten himself felt a little more sweaty than before.

The manual override was damaged from the outside, yes, but tricorder readings showed that it was something that detonated against it, like a small bomb or phaser blast. The bulkhead door itself was sealed shut with some sort of weld from the inside. Whoever was in there didn’t want anyone getting in or out.

The other group, Anderson and Tavium, are able to turn the corner at the junction, no problem. Their flashlights, assuming they have them, show the biomass lining the walls in both directions from the junction. It looks something akin to mold and moss, green fibrous material that sloughs off in the hand. Keen sense of hearing would hear footsteps at the far end of the hallway where the corridor made another corner.

GM Wombat

Richards frowned as he looked at the ‘scratch’ that Osten had received and he glanced at the man as the tricorder readings came in. “Are you sure you didn’t see anything?” He asked, whatever had made this couldn’t have simply been invisible in his mind. “It looks like you have some bruising, a little swelling,” he reached into his pouch for a hypo to treat swelling and bruising first. “How do you feel?”

=/\=Acknowledged, Commander=/\= Came the voice of Rhodes from the ship. =/\= Stay alert, and let us know if you need personnel or material support.=/\=

NE Richards