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

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

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

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When Bennet requested cover, Nijix was ready for it. Her eyes shifted to Osten and made the order.

“Osten, if you’ve been given the clear, will you cover Bennet? Anderson and myself are heading out to investigate the footsteps before they vanish.”

She turned to Anderson, “After you.”

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Catt waited for Mr. OSten to take position. Watching the biomass from the corner as she waited. Osten had a point the footsteps didn’t mesh with her theory. But nor did they disprove it. Plantlife though took many forms in the univere some of whom were ambiatory others were carniverous. There was even likely to be some that could speak or use telepathy. Infinate diversity after all. Anything was possible. That they might run into something like that here was unlikely. The idea that she was likely wrong sapped the joy out of her. Just another Catt being a moron moment her inner voice scolded her. Her tail went still and her ears seemed to droop.
“Someone used a phaser on the door controls. Thats likely whats making the footsteps a crewman trapped outside the sickbay”,, zhe said flatly.
She dropped her guard and just started scanning the biomass slowly creeping closer.

To GM scanning Scanning ever scaning information like nuggets panning?

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.

“Alright alright, damn, are you done yet?” Cadet Osten shrugged off the dermal regenerator as Cadet Richards finished sealing the wound. He walked away without a look back, buttoning his uniform back up and rubbing his arms. He spoke rather loudly to himself as he headed toward Cadet Bennet. “I guess some department cadet programs have higher standards than others. All that time to patch up a tiny scratch? Embarrassing.”

As he reached Catt, Wiles crossed his arms and looked her over. “Why don’t you let your tricorder do the talking, runt. Your critical thinking skills are obviously impaired, probably always have been. Just read the machine.” He turned his back to the other cadet and looked down the hallway, hugging himself. “At least it’s a little warmer over here,” he muttered.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Catt reacted as if stung and she straightened up every inch of her four inch frame tight, she still had to look up to look Osten in the eyes.
She held that gaze a moment. “In case you failed to notice Mr. /Osten/ the tricorders are not functioning well. There is to much life loose on this ship for remote scanning.”,
She dismissed her anger and turned back to face the biomass. Her tail though held a obvious grudge and whipped about angrily.
“Because Mr. /Osten/ just because there are other factors at play does not mean we are not staring at what wounded you. Often nature presents multiple unreleated threats.
So never ever assume you know the whole story. You would likely know this if you had ever faced a /real/ threat in your spoon fed life. Also Mr /Osten/ I grew up /feral/. If you ever call me a runt when I am free to react unhindered by the best interests of the mission and the regulations of the service. I /will/ feed you that rifle. Tear out your liver and dance on it. All four feet of me.”, she said in a dangerous sounding whisper that carried in the silent tomb of the ship. She then flipped her tricorder back on and moved closer to the biomass to focus the scans on it.

To GM; Scanning the biomass. She is distracted by her anger though.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.

Cadet Osten’s face contorted at Cadet Bennet’s threat. His muscles tensed, back still to the other cadet, who was clearly distracted by the mass in front of her. Then, suddenly, he whipped around and attempted to strike Catt in such a way that she dropped the tricorder, before using his left hand to try to shove her face into the moss she had been scanning.

If his surprise attack worked, he would stomp on the dropped tricorder, crushing it with a CRACK. Then he would lean forward and growl into her ear, “is this better than remote scanning?”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Catt had been turning away from Osten when the rifle butt was swung so it didn’t hit the tricorder squarely and her hand took the brunt of the impact. There was a loud snap and the pain brought tears to her eyes. The tricorder flew clear crashing to the floor the impact had scent it’s delicte settings awray and it screeched like a wild animal in it’d dearh throes. The sound was painful to Catts ears. A sharp brain piercing pain that left her stunned. She was helpless as her head was grabbed and her facre pushed into the biomass. The sharp intake of breath as her lungs sought air to scream caused plant matter to lodge in her throat. So the scream never made it out of her throat and she started to to choke. She started to panic. Her logical responces shut down. She was a feral animal again. Instinct muscle memory repetative defence exercises. All of them sprang into action. She lifted her leg tightly pulled in and kicked at Osten with a ferocity only desperation could unlock. She had told the counselor. She was Feral. It had disturbed him almost as much as it disturbed Catt herself.

“That’s enough!” Max said raising his voice. He walked over and stood next to the two cadets. “Let her go now. Or I’ll personally throw you out of this ships airlock. Do you understand me Cadet?” he asked leaning in towards Wiles.

Without waiting, Max turned towards Nijix. “Get him out of here now. Do your sweep, and keep an eye out for Cadet Locke. He beamed over with us, and is now not on the Challenger.”

Max just sighed, what the hell had just happened there.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

To Catt it didn’t matter why Osten let go she was free. It allowed her to start thinking again. Control. You don’t win using pure instinct unless your lucky. She almost heard her Andorian sensi tell her. But she had no air. She couldn’t even manage a cough to clear her throut she pivoted to face her attacker. But it was like she kept spinning and she crashed to the floor gasping. Limbs flailing wildl0y in her panic. Her eyes having a hurt betrayed look to them. She had come to believe in civilization. It was ironic that finally learnig to trust people was going to be what killed her.

Cadet Catt Bennett. Sciences.

As the two separated Max turned his back on Osten and looked directly at Catt. “Are you okay Cadet?” he asked as he reached out a hand to help her back up.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO