Main Sim - Plant Surface Team 2 - Back At The Base

Posted Oct. 4, 2021, 1:28 p.m. by Lieutenant Naomi Locke (Sci) (Janice B.)

Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Plant Surface Team 2 - Back At The Base

The humming of a power source could be heard in either direction, it though was barely noticeable given its high pitch, but if someone deemed to scan they would pick up the energy readings they sought came from the left, while to the right were what seemed a weaker power source and what might be life signs though exact properties of this second finding were muddled due to the energy put out by the unknown power source.

GM CockRoach

Nissek stepped into the lift after Naomi and waited until the doors opened once again.

Upon stepping out in the new location, she checked her scanner. “Our energy reading appear to be originating from that direction,” Nissek pointed to the left. “However there also seems to be something in the other direction…” she said, though she would rather go left.

~ Subaltern Nissek

It seemed the lift sensed her urgency as it dropped down, threatening to leave their stomachs behind. Naomi’s knuckles became white from the grip she held and effort to keep her lunch from spewing into her throat. Somehow, she swallowed down the sourness lingering there when things came to a stop. With a deep breath, she cautiously stepped out of the lift into the dimly lit corridor. She didn’t like the looks of it. It reminded her of a horror scene in a movie where the unexpected victims were about to be devoured.

Determined not to be the first attacked, Naomi listened to Nissek.

“Let’s go to the left and quietly. I rather not trip the alarm or gain unwanted attention. We get in, and get out. Now keep close everyone.” Her voice was hushed down to where only the three of them could hear.

Having finished reminding them of their priorities, she quietly began to drift to the left and toward their intended target.

-ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

Kenny braced himself as they descended, slowly following the others into the area. He handled the drop much better than Naomi, being used to a lot of G-forces from his pilot training.

Fleet, Helm

Heading down the passage they found the corridor and equipment about them was a strange mix of the Earth like technology of the 1950s/60s, and the strange future tech of their own or so. It was like someone from their time with obvious influences of some other alien force had mixed the three together and this was the result. The air also got a touch warmer too, not enough to cause much sweating but noticeable by a few degrees. As they passed another glass enclosure they could peer in and see a massive cave formation had been hulled out in the ground, inside which an equally massive grid work of metal and panels lay around a glowing spherical object with massive cabling running every which way off it. The device thrummed with energy off the charts of known science, but yet around the cavern they could make out smaller power sources which seemed similar to their own warp core modulating the energy through lithium based matter/antimatter reactions.

All that blocked them from entry was a large 10ft high by 20ft wide lead door with the alien script and English combination saying ‘Warning High Radiation’ on it. A control panel nearby gave readings that thankfully while there was radiation exposure it wasnt too much higher then what had been on the surface.

GM CockRoach

As they progressed, Naomi wished she had worn something lighter and thinner. The air was notably warmer than before causing her to wonder why. She didn’t have to wonder very long when they came to a sealed door with a control panel. Her eyes took a moment to look it over, noticing the warning. She stepped closer to the panel to look over the readings.

“Well, the readings are close to the same level as the surface. Think this might be the source of the radiation on the planet or something else?” She looked over her shoulder at the pair.

-ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

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