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Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return

Posted March 13, 2023, 9:45 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kenzo Kurata (Amory Chief) (Katy Darrah)

Posted by Commander Heather Grace (Executive Officer/Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineering Officer) in Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return

Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Wolf 359 Planet 2 - Surface Return
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“Yes ma’am.” Kenzo said as he smacked the butt of his pistol against his leg so the click and short whine sounded, designating the weapon live. Kenzo began heading back the way they came, swapping his scanner for a flashlight as he walked. “Someone keep scanners live for hostiles.”

LtJg Kenzo Kurata, Chief Armory Officer

El followed and frowned, falling into step behind the Commander but not far enough back that she couldn’t hear. Kenzo was sounding sincere and eager but was it for show? She honestly didn’t understand. Yes that was ‘their’ job to mitigate threats. Thus far the only threats were rather large teeth and claws and even they were some distance away. Or at least they were. The MACO’s could ‘scan’ for hostiles. “What hostiles, Lieutenant?” she said, challenging in words but more inquisitive in tone. “Who have they attacked? How do we know they are hostile?” ‘Where are they?’ she thought to add, but merely thought that. Frankly she would rather be facing intelligent but considered ‘primitive’ beings than the sabre toothed beasts that inhabited these caves. To her if these natives to this world were carrying weapons it would be for hunting and defense against the cats whose caves they likely had to compete for. Natives few and far between hardly would be first and foremost an offensively warlike group. But even in competing for life there lay a balance in nature and that balance the less advance respected more than others. Nature required a balance and was often looked at with an almost sacred eye. She was taught that and believed it. Few creatures or beings attacked without assessing their opponent for none wished to become injured by the other, for with injury was the threat of weakness, infection and becoming the prey rather than the hunter.

For these beings should they not be seeing them as potential allies and friends, guides in this new world rather than automatically ‘hostiles’ to be subdued? El was certain that if asked they would deny it while at the same time still wishing for the challenge, the fight. That was not her general sense toward the soldiers as a whole, but her observation from the soldiers here, wanting to prove themselves and their reason to be here. Witnessing Sergeant Kristensen didn’t mollify her thinking at all but only reinforced it. Still, El held a sadness that Lt Kurata who shared Asian descent and who was not a MACO but the Armory chief, felt the same way it seemed as the others.

  • El, Eng Ens

Kenzo sighed, speaking over his shoulder, but not turning his head off the direction they were traveling. “We don’t know. However, we do know they live here. We don’t. And we weren’t invited. I don’t know about you, but if someone randomly walked into my home, I’d want them out, personally.”

He wasn’t expecting resistance, but would rather be prepared for it than risk anyone dying or being injured because he wasn’t paying attention.

LtJg Kenzo Kurata, Chief Armory Officer

“I do have to agree with the Ensign here. We don’t know there intention, or how they would react to our presence here. While caution is prudent, I wouldn’t classify them as hostile.

“And do we know that they have been recently active here? It appears that they have mined here at some point in the past. I may not have a degree in anthropology, but I would not necessarily classify this location as their home.”

Heather looked down at her own scanner as they headed back towards the surface.

Cmdr Grace - XO/CSO

“They live here. It’s their planet. That makes us the trespassers, and we should proceed accordingly.” the MACO Sergeant said firmly.

MACO

El frowned again. They were taking a very human centric view to this, and one that was very narrow at that. El had read some Earth history but admittedly not a lot, but was enough to know that ‘modern’ man - modern being relative - meeting primitive peoples had very mixed reactions. Some were hostile, and of those the hostility was aggression on the part of the ‘modern’ peoples. Others were neutral and others even went so far as to consider the visitors to be deities. Certainly El would be foolish to assume there would be no possibility of negative reaction, but to assume it and perhaps precipitate it, was unnecessary. Further comments, too, were unnecessary; theirs was a philosophy of conquer; hers was quite different.

Now back on the surface without problems, the group emerged from the entrance that was also home to the big cat packs in the area. Thankfully no such big cat packs were present nor had yet been recent. After a bit they returned to their landing spot base which was still safe and secure by two NEs, one being an armory NE and the other being and science NE.

Emerging, El took a deep breath. The smells were a familiar/alien mix but being acclimated for a day now was muddying the distinction. Soon after their departure El couldn’t really sense the distinctions; the memory of Earth scents were distant now - a month in space in recirculated air and now being on the world - was making this a new normal. She did feel a good ache in her muscles from the added gravity and she felt a fatigue growing from it. The hike yielded no visuals on the elusive ‘natives’ and, to El, more importantly, the big cats. Their camp was a welcome sight. It was more developed since their departure with tents and an orderly camp look. El noticed that it was generated in a typical military style that she had become familiar from her years at the military academy. The familiarity was welcome and the orderliness refreshing.

”..Welcome back folks, anything interesting?” NE Cullings from the armory department asked.

GM CockRoach

El peeled off from the party to gravitate more toward the science NE and let Cullings talk to his own people. “You should have been there more than me,” El said. It wasn’t a reference to her unwillingness, which she hadn’t any, but simply that science would have appreciated what she saw more than her. For El it was a curiosity and a challenge; for science it would have been a smorgasbord of giddy newness. “Saw some good mineral veins in a cave that local big cats lived. Dilithim too. Low grade but still useful. Plants too that may have healing properties.” The latter came out with some excitement in her tone.
- El, Eng

“Has there been any contact from the Captain’s team?” Heather asked as she walked over towards Cullings. Loosening the straps on her pack she pulled out her water bottle and drank the last of the water that was in it. She was definitely going to visit the gym on the ship more often. Not that she was out of shape persay, but that was a lot more hiking in a single day then she was used to. She could work standing at a lab bench for hours on end no problem, but with probably only more away missions in their future, it was time to get her stamina back up.

Cmdr. Grace - XO/CSO

As soon as they reached the camp, Kenzo re-holstered his pistol, sitting down on the ground. “A lot of low-quality minerals down there. Interesting how they interfered with our scanners.”

LtJg Kenzo Kurata, Chief Armory Officer


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