Posted by Lieutenant Commander JT Robinson (XO) in Main Sim - Transporter Room [Tag CE, CSO, COS, CMO]
Maria immediately took a knee and activated her wearable tricorder, creating a composite overlay over her vision, a mixture of thermal optic and motion detection. Her rifle swung about and fit into the shoulder pocket snugly. Seeing no signs of immediate hostility she stayed put. Nothing she saw stood out. Nothign cae to her ears over hte howling wind. The only thing she could smell was snow and ice. So far so good on S.L.L.S.
Shifting back to standing she pulled up her hood, thankful for the fuzzy lining. “Shall we knock,” she asked the XO, almost having to shout in the blistering whiteout conditions.
Lt Becket, CoS
As the team materialized on the surface, Aidan quickly swept over his side of the party. He couldn’t see anything, and the heads up display for his own wearable tricorder was not showing any life signs in their vicinity.
“All clear Lieutenant,” he said relaxing slightly. Until they decided on what they were going to do, it was best to just keep his head on a swivel, and hope nothing came jumping out at them.
Ens Harmon - Sec
As the wind slammed into Dani, she bit her lip to keep from crying out in surprise. Such things were a good way to become a target. “What the!!” she managed to grit between her teeth as she tightened the string on her hood to keep it from blowing off her head. Taking her own scan of the area, she tried to see how far forward she could read and took a step in front of the XO not thinking. This put her about two paces in front of the group towards the building. Squinting to see her findings she growled as she wiped more snow from the reader.
(definitely not security minded)
When Jack materialized he hissed slightly at the sudden change in temperature. He closed his eyes for a moment to adjust himself. The biting cold was a familiar feeling. He immediately grabbed his tricorder and started a general life sign search but said nothing.
Dr. Grey- CMO
Everything said this particular leg of the mission should be safe. Should be clear. There shouldn’t be any contacts. It was supposed to be an investigation and possible rescue mission. It felt like walking into an ambush, at least to her mind. Bait. A great trap. They’d taken precautions though. They were doing everything as right as they could, under the circumstances.
Overhead a pair of Cutlass-class fighters cut across the sky, not too far above the snowy, glacial ground. Air support was reassuring, at least. “Harmon, take point and left. I got front and right,” she said standing up. Ensign Brekag would have been nice to have on hand, but it was good to have him on the ship in case something came from the far side of this miserable frozen rock. “Let’s move like we have a purpose,” she told him, though as she cast her gaze about it was a suggestion for the rest as well. Commander Janzen and Lieutenant Commander Robinson were the only ones on site to out rank her, which made the chain of command a little wonky with the CMO outranking the XO. But the XO was technically in charge unless some medical emergency precluded that. But for the moment neither had offered a course of action, so… anticipating the needs of the mission she began to move the rest out.
Trudging through the white hell, the compound thankfully wasn’t too far away. So far, so good. So far they’d eaten up half the distance. It was already getting hard to feel her face. Christ, now I remember when I prefer being on a ship. Environmental controls kept things at a comfortable level. This was NOT comfortable by any means, even with the cold weather gear. The wind raked icy knives against her the whole way.
Lt Beckett, COS
As they got closer and the plaza came into focus, it seemed to be still and quiet. There was one light on in the far building.
With the two security officers up front the group closed in. Seeing a light on ahead, Maria murmured, “We’ll leave a light on for ya.” It was under her breath but the air still fogged in the arctic air. Going through the middle of the plaza was the quickest, in terms of actual time of travel. But the plaza mad a great killbox. That was No Man’s Land. Best to skirt the edges, or even go around the outside. Compromise was best. Hugging the corner of one building, she set her WTR to multi-spectrum analysis. Looking for heat, movement, electromagnetic activity, other lifesigns. Anything it could spot through the wall of the structures.
=^=Away Team to Memorial. We’ve reached the compound. No signs of opposition. One of the buildings is lit up in the interior. There’s a light of some kind on in there. More details to follow when we have them. Moving in now. Can you cycle us any override codes for the base, so we don’t have to blast or cut our way in?=^=
“Harm, take right side. I’ll take left,” she murmured. “I’ll cover while you get into position. … Go.” She was sending him to punch out across the plaza, where he could take cover and move along the far building. She’d stay on the close one, allowing them to set up crossfires and cover angles the other one couldn’t . More than that, she was actually taking the more exposed side.
“Let us get ahead twenty meters then follow. Stay close to cover,” she advised the others. Once Ensign Harmon was in place, she gave him a nod and began advancing, keeping an eye on windows, doors, and the roofs, moving careful but quick.
Lt Beckett, CoS
((The XO is out with the Coof and stuff. Kirt asked me to take over the ground operations for the time being. So! Let’s get this shindig moving, shall we?))
Danora listened as requests for overriding doors an systems was sent out. She was close enough to the front of the group to keep a scan going ahead of them. But she was back far enough to duck if something happened.
“Maybe we should try one of the outlying buildings first. If we can access a computer terminal, it could give us a better idea of what we’ll find in the only lit up building in the compound.” She didn’t like the idea of lighting herself up in an unknown situation. Staying in the shadows and learning what they could was, in her mind, a far safer alternative. But then again, she wasn’t the security escort. Maybe she was just scared.
Ok, a little chicken....
OOC I am back. Just about managed to recoup from the Rona, not going to lie, that sucked.
With security taking the lead, JT, phaser in hand and at the ready, took the rear with his back indirectly to the group so that he could keep an eye out on their six while still able to turn his head forward enough to monitor them “Be ready to try and cut through if the Memorial cant get us some codes. One way or another we need to get inside.”
As they took position around the outskirts, there was still no movement, no sign of life. There was however electricity. The power source seemed to be underground. They would receive the last access codes created by Starfleet for all the exterior doors.
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