Posted Nov. 15, 2021, 3:13 p.m. by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Chief Science Officer/Research & Development) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Crewman Octavia Raain (Medical Student) in Main Sim - Water Water Ever- Wait, Where Is The Water?
Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Chief Science Officer/Research & Development) in Main Sim - Water Water Ever- Wait, Where Is The Water?
Posted by Crewman Octavia Raain (Medical Student) in Main Sim - Water Water Ever- Wait, Where Is The Water?
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Kane moved away from the landing site, Security detail in tow as he started looking for the water source so he could test samples and see what the Ogawa could do to help get liquid life up and running. Glancing back at the Security detail, he said “Gods above… try to look a bit more friendly, will ya? These people need help… not enforcers.” and he shook his head and turned back to the task at hand.Kane, CSO
Octavia was positively bouncing behind the chief science officer, she was over the moon when the Captain had approved her request to join the away team and finally get some time off of the Ogawa. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy the ship or the crew, she loved them like a family and they made her feel welcome and gave her a place to be but she also loved the smell of fresh air and the feel of a breeze against her skin that only being on a real planet could do. A smile tugged at her lips as Kanes words pulled her from her day dream state. She too had noticed their entourage of security officer were a bit what she called ‘OTT’ (over the top).
- Octavia Raain, Medical
Ensign Dangbi nodded and relaxed a little at Kane’s reprimand. “I am sorry Lieutenant… It just their kind give me the willies,” he muttered looking around at the unwashed masses before receiving a sharp blow to the ribs from his partner, Ensign Rawlings.
“Don’t say that,” the woman scolded. “First it isn’t polite, second I am sure they are just as wary of us as we are of them, and third…” her eyes scanned quickly, “You never know who is, or was, Tal Shiar. I don’t fancy going missing because we insulted them.”
GM Wombat
Kane stopped cold in his tracks and said in a low growl “What the hell did you two just say?” before he slowly turned around to look at the Security detail. His long, wild mane of hair seemed to be moved by the slight breeze and his face was momentarily free of the perpetual shroud of hair that covered his eyes. Not that that was any comfort to the security officers as the predatory glare from the heavily tattooed man indicated that he was not pleased.
“Their kind? THEIR kind?” he said very loudly and with a great deal of… well… the word was agitation in polite company. “And what ‘kind’, exactly, is that Mr. Dangbi? Huh? What ‘kind’ is that that gives you the willies? Poor? Sick? Hurt? Displaced? Lost? Afraid? What kind, dammit?! What kind do you see that gives you the right to look down on them, huh?” and his head whipped to Rawlings. “And I don’t give one flying Denublian rat’s butt if they were Tal Shiar, Tal Drol, or towel dried… these are people who need help. Period. And in fact, you know what? They need help, but not from the likes of you. Get out. Back to the ship… right now. Immediately. And don’t worry about reporting to the Security Chief. I’ll handle that myself. GO!!” he yelled and waited for the pair to disappear.
Octavia was again minding her business and silently observing her surroundings when Kane had snapped her out of her day dream. While he may have no concern fo the Tal Shiar she did silently hope that they weren’t here and certainly weren’t in earshot of his shouting. She could sense a her symbiotes discomfort as well. Sometimes it wasn’t worth poking the hornets nest real or not real.
Kane looked at the rest of the assembly and said “Anyone else wanna act the bigot? Tap that badge and go if you do.”
Kane, CSO
The young Trill remained silent, she didn’t class herself as a bigot and she certainly didn’t want to leave these people when she could help. If she’d been braver she would have probably said something like I think what he means is were all here to help, but instead she looked around their group seeing if anyone else was brazen enough to challenge the disgruntled chief science officer.
- Octavia Raain
Kane eyed the detail and then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “We are gonna check their water source for impurities and contamination. We are gonna see if anyone needs medical help. We are gonna see if anyone needs anything we can help ‘em with; and we are gonna do it regardless of race, creed, color, or anything else you wanna throw out. If anyone has a problem with that order, go back to the ship right now. If not, then move your butts and let’s get to work.” and he wheeled around and began making his way towards the water source, looking at the dirty and disheveled faces of the Romulans and nodding intermittently to them. His eyes were looking for signs of well traveled paths, empty or partially full water jugs. “Any of you speak Romulan?” he asked after a few minutes.
Kane, CSO
The young trill was glad that the immediate hostility was already dyeing down, she hated violence and shouting for that matter, as if a mental kick Octavia remembered that Govan enjoyed Romulan musicals and literature and while basic could speak some Romulan. Though she did wonder why the UT in their comm badges weren’t working. “I, or my my previous host was able to Sir. I should be able to communicate on some level.” ‘Tai explained.
- Octavia Raain
Kane nodded. “Good. Even some of us just trying to speak in their language will help put some at ease. Be careful, and be calm… no matter what.” He stopped by a tent that had the front flap open ad had a small fire in front of it. Two figures sat outside the tent, watching the group as they approached. “Ask them where they get their water, and if they could show us. Better to have an escort than just trapesing around all over.”
Kane, CSO
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