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Antioch - Clearing (Away Mission)

Posted Dec. 16, 2018, 8:07 p.m. by Commander Richard "Ricochet" O'Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) (Terry Sullivan)

Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in Antioch - Clearing (Away Mission)

Posted by Gamemaster Kenson Koh (Gamemaster) in Antioch - Clearing (Away Mission)

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Antioch - Clearing (Away Mission)
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SNIP

Before the landing party could advance too far ahead, Kolar’s comm badge chirped again.

=^=Kolar, this is Ricochet. we’re approaching your position. ETA 15 seconds. Today’s menu includes a couple extra bodies on the ground, or air support that comes with your choice of tetryon cannon, phaser, or a round of mini-photon torps, or a combination of all three. What’s your pleasure, Commander?=^=

Ricochet (CAG)

=^=Right now my choice is patience. Wait for my order, hopefully it will not come.=^=

=^=Roger that, Kolar. I’ll be ready to go on you’re word,=^= Ricochet replied.

When they reached where the group of people were, they saw three groups of people. There were two groups of four and one group of six. The Bajoran was unmistakably in the group of six. One of the groups looked human whilst the other looked vaguely like Neanderthals. The human group was shouting something in similar to the Angosian tongue, “Give us back our supplies!” or something to that effect, to the larger group. The Neanderthals were grunting fiercely towards the larger group. The group of six were dressed in rather raggedly clothes and the commbadge of the Bajoran was conspicuously absent.

GM

Before the away team was close enough to be spotted, Ch’zaolrirh extended his arm as if to tell the rest of the team to hold on. Once he made sure his tactical officers took watch over what was going on he turned his head and spoke to Kolar, “Mister Balfor, they are just up ahead. I don’t see any large, but they may still be armed. Your orders?” While he waited for a response his two officers did their best to visually identify any weaponry on the lifeforms up ahead.

COS Ch’zaolrirh

Xandra laughed as the CAG gave their entry announcement. Setting down in a space far enough away to make weapons useful if needed, but close enough to be run to in an emergency, she tapped Ric’s arm. “Ric… there… in the larger group. A Bajoran. I don’t see a comm badge.” She kept her voice low to not let it be overheard by open comms, or even by the guest in the ship with them. “Can we say ‘out of place’? Want me to keep you covered from in here, or out there?” She tapped the phaser strapped to the wall nearby for a quick grab by the pilot.

Lt Xandra Primage
Pilot “Little Sehlat”

“I see him, but let’s just hold tight and see how far Kolar gets,” Ric replied to the fighters plot.

=^=Cover them and me, Flanking positions. And don’t do what I do.=^=

Kolar walked out into the opening his hands out away from his body and no where near his phaser. “Why are these supplies so important? Since we have tons from where we came from.” Kolar wanted to de-escalate the situation.

“I’d rather we just leave… as opposed to fighting.”

Kolar CSO

One of the women in the group of six saw the away team and said, “Thank goodness! It’s Starfleet!” A man from the same group asked, “What are they saying?”

Kolar glanced at the confused man… was his universal translator not working. “Stay calm.. we just want to go home…” He said in Standard.

The human from the group of four turned and said, “More intruders! Our food are grown by us! Are you coming to steal from us?!!”

GM

“We don’t want your food, we just want to go back where we came from peacefully.” He moved slowly nodded back where he came from. “As long as this is all of the strangers.” He said to the human that wasn’t speaking Federation standard. “We just mean to leave.”

“In fact we will collect all ‘strangers’ that are ours and leave with them too.”

“First they must return our food stocks!” growled the man who had been speaking all the time.

Xandra watched the others flank out, her own hands on the transporter controls in case she had to pull anyone out really quickly. She could only do one or two before they were overrun, but if she had to, she would.

She also set her own phaser on the console so it wasn’t on her hip anymore. “Be careful, Ric,” she half whispered, half prayed as they all responded.

Xandra
“Sehlat” / Pilot

While waiting, Ric spoke to the fighter’s computer. “Computer, run a facial recognition with the groups in the clearing and compare it to the Dragoon’s crew manifest. I want to know which of those groups are Starfleet personnel.”

Ricochet (CAG)

Kolar

The computer confirmed that the larger group with the Bajoran was indeed members of the Dragoon’s crew.

GM

Kolar glanced at the Federation crew. “Give them back their food. We are leaving.”

Kolar

One of them answered, “We don’t have the food. It was taken by another group. We find it very hard to communicate with them as we have misplaced our comm badges and thus the universal translator capabilities.”

From the edge of the clearing Ch’zaolrirh and his officers watched intently. While the two tactical officers kept their weapons trained on the smaller group, the COS himself was ready to engage the larger group if they became hostile. He mumbled under his breath, “I don’t think its going to be that easy.”

COS Ch’zaolrirh

“I can’t get all six at once if this goes sideways, Ric.” Xandra was tapping across her console. “But I think I can link onto the four. If need be, I can lock on them and transport them just a few feet one way or the other. It may give us the upper hand if we need it. I just need permission to lock onto them.” She hoped it didn’t come to it. But it seemed a better idea than opening fire when they weren’t really sure what was happening.

Xandra
Pilot

Ric furrowed his brow in confusion at her comment regarding transporting the members of the Dragoon. He turned to look at their flight engineer to see if he was just a concerned. The engineer just shrugged his shoulders ad remained silent while turning back to his console.

The CAG became concerned and made a point of keeping aware of Xandra’s next comments and actions. Maybe the doctors had missed something when they cleared her. Maybe she was still feeling the after effects of the mind control.

They would need to decide within the next few seconds as the hostiles were getting rather restless.

GM

“Hold that thought, darlin,” Ric replied to Xandra. He armed he Rangers weapons and locked them on the hostile group of people.

=^=Kolar, I have confirmation that that is the Dragoon’s crew. If they don’t have the food, try to buy us some time. We can beam down supplies and food from the ship.=^=

Switching comm channels, the CAG contacted the fighters in the air. =^=Green Squad, form up on my coordinates. Maybe a show of power will get the hostiles to back off.=^=

Ricochet (CAG)


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