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Carraya IV- Science Explorations

Posted April 12, 2019, 8:43 p.m. by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Lieutenant Zoi Haven (Security Officer) in Carraya IV- Science Explorations

Posted by Civilian Melaia Reez (Scientist) in Carraya IV- Science Explorations

Posted by Lieutenant Zoi Haven (Security Officer) in Carraya IV- Science Explorations
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Melaia chewed on the side of her cheek as she looked at the info being sent through to her PADD but looked up to address . “It’s… a grey area,” Reez replied. “Technically, I’m still on an indefinite Leave, and not retired. I do intend to return to duty one day, maybe. Or maybe civilian life will win out and I will fully resign my commission. I don’t mind the Missus, because going about the ship waving my earned pips is rather unnecessary and probably counter-productive, but I will admit that it feels… weird after so many years of being addressed by rank of position. Now I am functionally neither, if technically still ranked Captain. I don’t really know that there’s another option.”

Glancing at the PADD, Reez frowned. “Bad weather incoming soon. We better get to it before we get caught,” she said, tucking the PADD into her shoulder bag and pulling out a tricorder while they waited for the supplies.

~Melaia Reez

Zoi watched as the survival kit materialized near them as promised. The security officer went to kneel down at the site. She checked her requested kit over quickly, noting all that was there and then shouldered the pack. She handed Reez her kit as she stood back up, looking at the sky and frowning. She adjusted the pack so that it was comfortable and evenly balanced. Bad weather could do a lot of damage if one wasn’t prepared. She nodded to Mel. “Yes let’s get going. I’m up for whatever pace you lead Mel.”

Haven, Sec

Surveying the equipment sent down, Mel pulled out a small container and clipped it to the outside for easy access. Shifting things for easy carrying, she opened her tricorder and began to walk. She aimed for an area sort of behind the camp was could still be considered in the perimeter but slightly west. She avoided going right under the trees. “Careful as you step, there’s rock under there structurally, but it’ll be mud in places on the surface.” Regardless of the humidity building, Mel was grateful to be outside.

~Melaia Reez

“10-4” She said in reply and added the ground as something she needed to watch out for. Zoi followed a few steps behind the former Captain and for a while, she kept everything strictly the mission. She watched her Tricorder, she observed the surroundings for dangers, she updated Rico with their whereabouts. The storm brewing made her wary but she didn’t see it building fast enough to affect them and they were not far from the camp.

At one point, as they move further into the jungle but still close to camp, Mel got an update from the ship about the mixed bag of wet weather. “Okay, we’ll have to make the most of our little excursion. Looks like a weather front is coming.” The Betazoid eyed Haven with a slight smirk. “I don’t know about you but I already had a shower today. It was brief, but it was a shower,” she said with a laugh.

Finally, she looked at Mel, really looked at the woman. She was a beautiful woman on top of the impressive career she had thus far. No wonder Reez was enamored of his wife. This left her feeling rather complicated about their date and what it had meant. Jonathon had not approached her since their date and she had wondered why. It would be in poor taste however, to ask his wife what happened. Instead she smiled. Make friends he had told her. Make friends is what she would do. “So, tell me a bit about yourself that isn’t in your official record.”

Haven, Sec

“Oh goodness,” Mel said with another light laugh as she glanced at her tricorder. “I’m going to stop and collect some samples, so not a bad time for story time at all.”

Setting her kit on a rock, Reez opened the large case and grabbed gloves and containers to collect soil and plant samples, and probably some insects if she could as well.

There was a moment of what she could only describe as ‘oddness’ that settled over her but it wasn’t distinct. Zoi would likely pick it up as well. It wasn’t like the gastropods where it wasn’t immediately translatable into a feeling, but more like something in the distance. Then again, they were in a refugee camp full of distressed and traumatized people, so it made sense.

Zoi stayed standing as Melaia got to work on her samples. She kept an eye on the surroundings like any good security officer, but the feeling she was getting was making her unusually uncomfortable. She kept her hands on her hips, close enough to her phaser to be easily accessible. That way she was not holding directly onto the phaser in what could be construed as an aggressive posture.

Opening a container, Melaia scooped various bits of dirt into the different cells. “So, um, well, my mother was a starfleet captain, which is in my record. But what a lot of people don’t realize is that she retired due to PTSD from the war. We both came back from the conflict to find our homeworld coping with the aftermath of the Dominion occupation. I was just a field promoted ensign, who really was only a 3rd year cadet tossed pips and told ‘you’ve graduated’. The War was a blur of battles and sleeplessness. Gong home should have been a comfort. But that’s when we learned my older brother had died during the initial assault. It broke my mother. Me too, but she was struggling so much already. When I decided to return to duty, a wall went up between us. I could be in the same room with her but it was like we were perfect strangers. Which you an imagine as telepaths to be a rather significant and intentional gesture.” You couldn’t hide yourself from other telepaths unless you wanted to and tried very hard to do so. “We were basically estranged until after I was a captain and took some leave with Jon.

~Melaia Reez

Now that was a story she could understand. The war had been traumatizing for her too on many levels though she had worked through most of her issues with it well enough. She and her mother had been very close and it was part of why she worked so hard to care for her mother during the bad stints. Her mother was often a perfect stranger to her now, unable to recognize her own daughter amid the dementia and senility that plagued most of her waking hours. Even if Zoi wanted to reconnect with her mother, there was rarely a time in which that was possible these days.

Zoi sighed and nodded. “Yes. I can understand that must have been painful. I am glad though, that you have found your way back to her. I think I would give just about anything to have my old mother back again… the one who loved me and cared for me as a child and raised me on her own. She was tough and fierce and amazing.”

Haven, Sec

From somewhere nearby came the sudden feeling of distress. It manifested as pain and confusion.

~Mischief Maker


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