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

Posted by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) in Main Sim - Away Team

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

Wiles stopped himself from attempting to look over his own shoulder in an effort to see the scratch. “Is it bad?” He shrugged in exasperation as he dropped his rifle further to point towards the ground, looking back at Richards with one eye. He winced slightly as he rotated his neck to do so. “I didn’t see a thing, and I turned around immediately. I guess it could have been worse, right? At least it’s just a scratch. I’m sure I’m alright to continue with the mission.”

Cadet Osten reached up to unbutton his collar. He looked warily to Cadet Bennet. “Getting those air-scrubbers online sounds like a good idea. It’s getting hot in here.” Cadet Richards would most likely notice a damp spot forming in the middle of Wiles’ back, through his golden uniform.

As he observed the door in front of them more closely, Wiles’ stomach dropped. He knew a barricaded door when he saw one, and he did not particularly like the idea of penetrating whatever defenses the survivors had constructed. Especially if they were obviously not keen on the idea themselves.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Nijix glanced about when they reached the spot where Osten turned at. Her eyes followed the walls, floor and finally the roof with her weapon ready to stun whatever attacked her Cadet. She lingered her light on the wall lined with something thick and green. When Nijix heard the footsteps, she turned back to Anderson with her fingers pressed to her lips. She listened for a moment to determine if they coming or going. After hearing the XO inquire about what they saw, she broke the silence.

“Sir, additional footsteps turned the corner ahead but no sign of anyone. I think it might’ve been who attacked Osten. We also found some green fibrous material lining the wall here too.”

She fought the urge to follow the sounds immediately and feed her curiosity.

Her eyes flickered toward the group, “Permission to take Anderson and investigate the source.”

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS