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Main Sim - Away Team

Posted May 21, 2019, 6:35 a.m. by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) (David Shotton)

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

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

Posted by Cadet Catt Beñnet (Scientist) 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

“I’ve fixed a few things Cadet, but bypassing a door is not in my standard book of tricks. But that is why we brought Cadet Locke with us,” Max said looking around. “Where is the Cadet?”

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

=^= Captain. Cadet Locke was supposed to have beamed over to us. He’s not here. Is he still on the Challenger? =^=

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

“Go. Check in every 5 minutes,” Max said as he looked over at the Lieutenant. He was starting to get a bad feeling.

“Cadet Bennet,” he said turning towards Catt. “Let’s take a look at that material on the wall. We are going to have to come back to the door, or find a way around. Someone definitely did not want anyone getting in. So let’s find out why they were wanting to keep anyone, or thing, from going through that door.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Catt took a few deep breaths, “Yes sir. I may actually be useful sir I am a botonist sir. I have been thinking sir that the mystery here starts in the cargo bay. Either a badly sealed container or one damaged. Or maybe some creature that is native to the source material.” She said as she narrowed the field of her tricorder scan to directly ahead of her.
“Now if the material in the container was a lichen or a fungus then it would of released spores.”, she said as she sgarted to move towards where the two security stood at the corner of the corridor.
“UM Doctor you may want to check Mr. Osten’s wound to see if a egg or seed was implanted.” She called back over her shoulder to the Doctor. In a voise gaining confidence as she was working at something in her specialt

Cadet Osten’s skin crawled at Cadet Bennett’s hypothesis, and he gave a sour look down at the back of her head as she walked away. He was mostly annoyed that she had put such a horrible thought in his mind. Wiles did his best to brush it off and let the actual medical professional tell him what he needed to know about his wound, but he was now feeling a little more anxious for a concrete assurance that he was alright.

“Now these cargo haulers can let routine maintanance slide sir.” She said as her ears moved back and forth tryi g to hear any noise not made by the away team.
“So the air filters get dirty and often damp. I spent a month in a ship sim during my engineering rotation. It was only supposed to be a day but I was facinated by the resulting growth that occurred on those air filters. Wrote a paper on it. My Engineering instructor was annoyed. But it did spark a new inspection protocal for Starfleet cargo haulers. The Pe’Taq. Bennet protocal. I heard one cargo engineer call it. Not sure who Pe’Taq is but he’s welcome to first billing. I just want to help people.”, she said as she drew up zt the corner and stopped.
She looked at the COS and said. I am going to sczn thzt biomass sir. If I am right theres a vine hiding inside that has a stinger, claw or thorn. I will need to get closer though could you please cover me?”, she practically chirped that out happy to be dealing with plantlife. She reached for the envirion belt controls and flipped it to on. A golden fourcefield formed around her then went clear. But her furr reacted to the field by picking up a static charge and poofing out to touch the inner walls of the field. It wasn’t a strong forcefield but it would keep you alive in a vaccum and deflect some incoming objects.

OOC: Personal Environment Belt force field? While these were shown in TAS and there is some back and forth discussion about personal force fields in other later episodes and what they were used for/could do, we do not use them here. Startrek.com records the life support belt as having been phased out in 2271, more than a hundred years prior to this point, Memory Alpha that they were used in the 2260’s and 2270’s. Be careful when using technology that is not commonly supported, but here we leave it up to the GM. In the main fleet, this may have created a few emails to discuss the likelyhood you had an antique piece of equipment just pop out of thin air on you, so be aware of giving your character an item they weren’t carrying before that isn’t a part of the normal equipment just because of what happens in the story. Otherwise, it was a well written post with great character actions and deductions.

Wiles raised an eyebrow at Catt’s guess about something from inside the moss. He called down the hallway, “that wouldn’t quite explain the footsteps Lieutenant Tavim reported. Or the voice I heard.”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“What I think happened is spores got into the filters. Plants started to grow. That plantlife matured and started releasing additional spores. It got into the reactors and anywere else that was moist.”, she said as she waited for the COS or XO to respond.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.

Lillian was simply Listened to the conversation sound her as she stayed on guard for the source of the foot steps or and one approaching. It was then that Lt. Tavium the chief of security advised the XO that he wanted to go and inveterate the foot steps. Her Heart jumped when her name was mentioned as the person that was to accompany Her on the search.
Lillian move a bit closer to the Lt to show she was ready to go when they had the go ahead from the XO which came in short order.
Lillian formed up on the CoS and hated to move off after the footsteps of the possible attack.
“would you like me on point Sir”

Cadet Lillian Anderson Security

To recap, Anderson and Tavium were getting ready to explore the rest of the ship while Harkness and Bennet figured out how to get into the sickbay. Meanwhile NE Richards tended to Osten’s wounds.

GM Wombat

The Captain’s voice once more came through the XO’s comm.

=/\=Commander, Locke was assigned to transport with your team. Logs show he should be with you. =/\=

Richards, looking over the tricorder information coming back from Richards, took the dermal regenerator from his kit and began to heal the edges of the wound that Osten had receieved. “I’m not sure about killer vegetables,” he muttered, “but this doesn’t look like a rose bush got grumpy.”

NE Richards


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