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Antioch - Clearing (Away Mission) - Kolar's Group

Posted March 12, 2019, 12:54 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Balfor Kolar (Chief Science Officer) (Luke Hung)

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At that moment the discussion was interrupted by a transmission from the Dragoon. “Attention Olinski and away team,” Jason announced in his ‘stage voice’. “We’re detecting a massive energy surge coming from a hill approximately one kilometer from where the fighters are now. The energy is channeling to the destroyed emitters and we don’t know what’s going to happen when it gets there. We’re sending exact coordinates now. Over.”

Jason Harn, XO

As the transmission came in, Ch’zaolrirh took a look at the new data coming in from the Olinski’s bridge. His antennae peaked as he turned to Kolar, “Mr. Kolar, it looks like the energy surge is coming from within the hill itself. I suggest that we make our way there now and investigate.”

“We might have two directions…” He nodded.

The COS knew that it was a risky proposition, but the risk of those local emitters coming back on line worried him far more.

Strapping his tricorder over his shoulder, he made one more suggestion. “From a security standpoint, I’d also suggest that we get the members of the Dragoon crew off planet for further questioning. Things might become unstable depending on the path that energy takes.”

COS Ch’zaolrirh

OOC: Correcting a grammar issue -

COS Ch’zaolrirh

“Ch’zaolrirh, good calls, contact the Dragoon. Have them brought to a safe location and have the questioning continue with an officer there.”

=^=CAG this is Balfor, we need eyes on… hill to our southwest… observe and report. I don’t want those emitters coming back on line…=^=

Balfor Kolar.

Chattwan waited patiently for Balfor to finish what he was doing so that he could start his recitation whilst bringing them to Minvillage.

GM

While trying to follow Balfor’s orders, Ch’zaolrirh was greeted with comm chatter. =^=Olinski, Dragoon, you’re not going to believe what I have eyes on,=^= the masculine voice of Lieutenant (junior grade) Ael Khev, callsign Apex reported. =^=Automated repair drones. They seem to be equipped with replicators. New parts are being replicated real fast. Should we take these things out?=^=

=^=Acknowledged Apex,=^= Jason’s voice replied. =^=Harn to Olinski, requesting permission to train the Dragoon’s phasers on the emitters. It’s not a permanent fix but it will buy us some time.=^=

Jason Harn, XO

=^=Fire at will.=^= Came the captain’s reply.

=^=Aye-aye Olinski; permission to fire acknowledged.=^= Jason confirmed.

=^=Commander, If I may suggest, fire one volley off target, before targeting the emitters. That should give the repair drones time to retreat to their base. The Red Squadron can follow them home, destroy the repair hanger - Then we’ll follow on foot and investigate the home base. =^=

Balfor CSO

When Balfor had finished his message, Chattwan asked, “Sir, would you like to visit the village now?”

GM

Ric broke into the conversation from CIC. =^=Harn, I concur with Kolar. Whoever is running this show has got an underground base and we need to get access to it to put these mind-controlling zombie makers out of business. Apex, do you copy on those orders?”

Ricochet (CAG)

After a short pause, Jason gave his reply. =^=Acknowledged Dragoon. Let us know when your fighters are clear. =^=

Jason Harn, XO

Things were moving even quicker than Ch’zaolrirh anticipated. With Balfor’s approval, he carried out his initial plan. =^= Ch’zaolrirh to Dragoon. We have six members of the Dragoon’s crew here with us. I am tagging them now for you. We need you to extract them =^=

=^=Acknowledged Chzaolrirh,=^= Jason replied. =^=We’ll beam them up as soon as we’re sure that it’s safe to drop the shields.=^=

With the request in place, he turned back the CSO. Motioning towards the hill where the energy wave initiated he began to speak, “I’d bet a bar of gold pressed latinum that those replicators originated from under that hill.”

As he awaited the commander’s orders to move out, Ch’zaorirh began to wonder how they would manage to secure the transmitter site if there were other replicator nests on the planet. He continued, “That said, the transmitter site itself still remains a priority - if we are to protect our own sanity while on the planet.”

COS Ch’zaolrirh

“I think we are to have to split up.” He looked over to the away team. “Two each seems a little light, but it going to be what we are going to have to do. Ch’zaolrirh, since the drone base will more likely lead to combat, you go there. I’ll take the village.”

Ch’zaolrirh nodded, “Understood.” Turning to the other two security officers, he got his away team in order. “Ensign Dell, you are with Mr. Kolar. Ensign Callahan, you are with me.” With that the Andorian started making his way out of the clearing. As he did, he sent another alert to the Dragoon and the Olinski.

=^= Ch’zaolrirh to all. The away team is splitting up. I’m taking a security officer to investigate that hill. I suspect it is where the drones originated. Mr. Kolar is taking another security officer to the nearby village. I suppose that leaves the transmitter site to the fighter wing. =^=

COS Ch’zaolrirh

Kolar then turned to the native, “I’d love to see the village.”

Kolar

OOC: My apologies for the previous post.

IC: Chattwan led the small group through a wooded area. After about ten minutes walk, they came out of the woods and there was a sight of undulating plains. About a mile from where they were, they could see a clump of houses.

GM

Jason Harn, XO

“Seems bucolic to me,” Kolar remarked. “I don’t see anything that might be of concern.” Kolar dipped his head as he glanced at his tricorder. He wasn’t going to forget that he was a science officer first.

Kolar

He was able to detect a commbadge signal in the village. There were no high tech weapons in the village. There were rather old fashioned tools for farming, from what his tricorder was able to decipher.

GM

Kolar pointed in the direction of the comm badge, “Can we go this way? Is there something interesting on the way?” Kolar was unlikely to take no for an answer as he wanted to at least collect the comm badge. He didn’t know what was happening on the planet, but he knew they didn’t need a comm badge to play with and perhaps didn’t need the person it was attached to.

Kolar

keeping thread alive

OOC: Sorry for the MIA. RL just came up without my noticing it.

IC: “Yes,” said Chattwan. He led the small group down a kind of man made stairway carved into the soil using the surrounding tree roots. They arrived and a man ran up to greet them. He had had a solemn look about him until he came closer and recognised Chattwan.

“Hi Chattwan,” he greeted with a smile. “How’s your village chief? Who are these people? They don’t look like they are from your village.”

“Hi, Mr. Chuncang. They are looking for Verrik,” replied Chattwan with a smile.

“Why?” the man frowned. He looked suspiciously at the Starfleet officers.

GM

“Good Morning, My name is Balfor Kolar. I bring greetings. We’ve learned that some of our friends were stranded near here a few weeks ago and we would like to collect them and leave.” Kolar tilted his head to his tricorder. He could get a bio=scan of this person and know if this was one of the natives, a Federation citizen or any number of other possibilities.

Balfor Kolar

“Do you mean Turban? She has been the best thing to happen to our village. You want to take her away?” asked Chuncang. There was a hostile edge to his voice.

GM

“I don’t know this Turban,” although he used the name to see if she came up in his records of crewmembers, “”And I’m not sure about taking away. If she is one of our people, she’ll probably want to go home to her family. I’m not a kidnapper, I’m just here to help. Perhaps it would be best for her to know i’m here and we can work out the details later. “

Kolar

That last remark about returning to her family softened Chuncang. Kolar had reminded him of some of the orphans in his village. “Come this way,” he said, “I’ll bring you to see her.”

He brought them into the village and they had probably gone halfway through the village when they stopped.

“Turban,” he said, “there are some people to see you.”

A woman emerged from the hut, wearing a hood that covered most of her hair and her ears. From the slanting of the eyebrows, Kolar could tell it was a Vulcan. Her face did not register anything when she noticed the Starfleet officers. “Are we able to leave the planet?” she asked in Vulcan, which the Starfleet officers’ universal translator caught immediately but Chuncang and Chattwan looked very puzzled.

GM

“Yes,” Kolar answered the question in the open. Not that the word Yes would reveal the content of the Vulcan comments. “I’ve heard that you’ve done some things that have made you very popular here. I certainly hope you’ve kept in focus, the prime, issues that we must keep, directly, in our thoughts when we act with and for others.” Kolar smiled as he spoke.

“In any regard, our homes will call for us.”

Balfor Kolar CSO

“I am T’Phran, science officer,” replied the Vulcan woman. “Once the controlling sound had ceased, I was able to help the villages when they were attacked by other individuals. I merely suggested improvements to their designs which made use of the three classes of levers. With that, they were able to erect stronger walls to protect their village. I do not believe that I had infringed the Prime Directive. I had also helped them in the preparation of their medicines. I had merely requested that they clean their bandages and other dressings. I merely pointed out what they would have observed in time: that clean dressings would mean better chances of healing.”

GM

Kolar glanced at the native, “I’m not certain you are in compliance, a change from a catapult to a trebuchet is a lever advancement… clean bandages might have been observed but who know when it should happen, but that is neither here nor there.” Kolar tilted his head.

“Say your goodbyes, collect anything that is anachronistic. Do you have anything else useful to report?” Kolar seemed confused, the Vulcan was particularly helpful in a borderline regulation way.

Kolar

The Vulcan was about to say something but held back. She simply replied, “Yes, sir.” She went to the village chief and said, “Chuncang, many thanks for your hospitality. I will have to go, my people need me as well.”

Chuncang nodded solemnly. It did not need a Betazoid to realise that he was sad to see the Vulcan go.

GM

Kolar nodded as well, “I hope that all our people leave friends behind, because that means that they have done right by those they met.” He nodded back towards the edge of the village. “If you find any more strangers, particularly those garbed like me.” He gestured at his uniform. “Inform them to reach out. They will know how, but not all strangers are my people. So do be cautious.”

He turned to the Vulcan as spoke softly. “When we are clear you will beam back to the ship and help support rescue and recovery efforts.”

Kolar.


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