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Main Sim - Water Water Ever- Wait, Where Is The Water?

Posted Nov. 24, 2021, 3:39 p.m. by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) (Geoff Joosten)

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 (Pathology and Virology) in Main Sim - Water Water Ever- Wait, Where Is The Water?

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) 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.

Dangbi was not ashamed of his distrust and seemed ready to fight the chief on his stance but Rawlings reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “Isn’t worth it,” she muttered as she turned to leave before looking around very suspiciously. “He wasn’t there, he doesn’t understand.” Dangbi struggled against his friend and, breaking free, tugged the front of his shirt, eyeing the wild haired man with suspicion before nodding to his friend.

With that Rawlings tapped her badge and muttered, “Two to beam up” and disappeared in the shimmering light.

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

Surprisingly, one more tapped his chest and requested transfer back to the Owie for reassignment leaving Octavia and Kane with one last member of the security detail. The remaining NE shrugged and mentioned said offhandedly, “They probably need to talk to psyche. Nothing is black or white, ya know. Shades of grey.”

“Not while we are working there isn’t. Do the job or don’t. After you can deal with feelings about it.” Kane said flatly, but without the previous hostility.

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

“Ofcourse sir” Octavia responded trying to pull on her memories and hoped she wouldn’t make a total fool of herself. In a non-accented Romulan Octavia greeted the two figures, “Hello. I am Octavia Raain and this, ” She gestured to Kane. “Is my master Solomon Kane. We are here to help. Can you help us and walk us to your source of drink.” She pointed to a cup filled with water and hoped that what she was saying made some sense.

  • Octavia Raain, Pathology and Virology

The pair looked at each other and one let out a small laugh. “You can work on your pronunciation,” the older, laughing one said as he rose and grabbed a tattered cloak and a walking stick. “Come come. Its not far but you can get lost if you don’t know the way. We tried to fix it but you know, it works some days, doesn’t work the next.”

GM Wombat

Octavia blushed but thrilled that she had done a good enough job they understood and appreciated the gesture. “Thankyou kindly” she added trying to ad an extra esque accent before following behind him, only once looking over her shoulder to the other two Officer, she wished more had stayed but still she felt safe with their new friends and followed on.

  • Octavia Raain

“We’ll see if we can’t get that repaired for you.” Kane said as he kept an eye on where they were going. “And let your people know, we have a hospital set up and are ready to help anyone who needs it.” He looked at Raain and then said “Well done, Crewman.”

Kane, CSO

The old Romulan nodded and led them through a twisting sea of tents, ramshackle houses, and temporary housing units constructed by the provisional government. Like most refugee camps it was set up in a hurry and not a lot of planning was done but he moved with speed, and it wasn’t all that difficult to keep track of where they were on the map, the Ogawa would have no problem transporting them to and from the ship.

After a few more minutes they came upon a building, fenced in but with no guards. On the gate, in Romulan, was hanging a sign that read: “Water Filtration Station 1.” just below that hung another sign, “Closed due to contamination.”

“Here we are,” the old man said before asking, “You really going to fix it?”

GM Wombat


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