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Landing Site, Current time line

Posted Dec. 4, 2019, 10:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Michael Gould (Chief Engineer) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Balfor Kolar (Chief Science Officer) in Landing Site, Current time line

Posted by Captain Sidney Parker (Commanding Officer) in Landing Site, Current time line

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Srothell Ch’zaolrirh (Chief Security Officer) in Landing Site, Current time line
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Well the math would be interesting. With only one bearing they didn’t have a range. It couldn’t be too far as the signal came in, but on the other and it couldn’t be too close away as it broke up and didn’t come in cleanly.

“Take us 2 kilometers on that bearing.” That was a safe distance. There was almost no chance that the ship was within a kilometer or they would have seen it even in this soup. If it wasn’t Kolar saved them about an hour of walking in an EV suit.

Kolar

Doolittle checked his tricorder and emergency med kit strapped to the side of his suit. He had been studying and doing med drills in the holodeck. A lot of med training had come back to him. He knew he was ready. He was even aware enough to self study himself as a psychological specimen in a new environment. Sadly he found he reacted no better or worse than anyone else.

Doolittle

Mirri looked at Kolar “Do we want someone to stay with the shuttle?” She asked as she put on an EV suit, she secured all the systems against intruders. Looking at Kolar and waiting for the others to get suited up. Securing a phaser to her side and she grabbed her tricorder and an engineering kit just in case they needed it.

Helm

The computer showed the time that had lapsed … It would be about 25 minutes before the storm would pass by.

GM

Doolittle was wanting to get down there and see what had happened. It seemed to be dragging out. This was also an opportunity to study a large amount of people exposed to the same stressors and see what different reactions had occurred.

Doolittle

It was always safer to leave someone behind a runabout was a mini-starship. That was a lot of ability to leave behind. He shrugged. “Set the transport to auto beam us back at a triple click of our comms. We’ll leave it at that for now.” He nodded to the door. “Ch’zaolrirh, Lead us out.”

Kolar
Mirri nodded “Got it Commander.” She said as she set up the transporter to beam them back with three clicks. “We’re good.” She said as she secured the engines and computer systems.

Ch’zaolrirh nodded, “Alright everyone, let’s get out there.”

Michael sealed his EV suit helmet in place. “If anyone on that vessel has half a brain cell, they’ve got an SOS going. Our tricorders should be able to detect an outgoing signal. If we look at the right frequencies…” he programmed his tricorder to search for Starfleet emergency transmissions. “I didn’t pick anything up from here, but maybe when we get closer.”

-Lt Michael Gould, CE

Doolittle felt a little claustrophobic in the suit but dutifully got up and trotted behind the rest.

Doolittle

As the away team stepped out of the shuttle, the storm was still on its last legs. The surface was hot and the air was clouded with upswept sand. The Andorian turned towards Michael and raised one of his hands, pointer finger out, as if to say, “what was that bearing again?”

Once they had sorted out the direction, Ch’zaolrih began walking towards the location of the signal. He kept a hand near his phaser, but didn’t bother to draw it. Visuals weren’t great through the EV helmet, especially with the storm still whipping around, but things were still manageable for the moment. Every now and then he would take a glance back to account for the team and see if anyone had picked up on actual range on the shuttle.

COS Ch’zaolrirh

OOC: Kenson - please don’t hesitate to modify my description of the conditions. I tried to keep them vague so as not to step on your toes here.

OOC: No, you are doing fine.

IC: The movement was slow. The wind and the particles beating at their suits and helmets made the away team rather disoriented, forcing them to look at their bearing every four or five steps. As they plodded on for what seemed like an eternity, they caught sight of the Sierra. By that time, the wind seemed to less forceful and the visibility of their helmets were better. Moment became easier as well. As they walked nearer, a check on their chronometer would show that it was 22 minutes since they left their own vessel.

GM

“Tally Ho,” Kolar said without toggling his comm set in the helmet. It was an old Earth acknowledgement of a visual sighting, usually of a target.

To Doolittle the trip seemed endless even though he knew it had not been long. The suits insulated them from the dust physically hitting them but combined with the wind it almost seemed like that. Anyone exposed to this without protection for any period of time would be in bad shape. He tool a mental note of that for treatment options. Being able to see something like the Sierra was a relief. Hopefully this was just a case of a downed ship and everyone had stayed on the ship. If not his first mission as a CMO would be very difficult.

Doolittle

Mirri was looking at the Sierra and began scanning the ship for damage that needed to be repaired if possible and looking to see what had brought them down. She was also looking around them to see what was going on.

Helm

Her scans show that their aft impulse drive was clogged up with sand. This was aggravating the condition of the engine which was due for replacement.

She was able to do this because by the time they got near to the Sierra, the sand storm was at the end of its life, less sand and particles were in the air …

GM

=^=Oliniski to Sierra, please acknowledge.=^= They were mere meters away from the Sierra now, it was unlikely that the signal would not cut through the interference now.

Kolar

There was no so much static.

=/\=Yes, this is the Sierra. We probably need some help to get our ship back in order again. I believe the sand and kelbonite particles would be doing a lot of problems to our engines.=/\=

GM

Ch’zaolrirh attempted to wipe the dust from his helmet visor. The Sierra was an older ship, but she looked particularly worse for wear. Pulling out his own tricorder, he began scanning the area for lifeforms. It didn’t seem like anyone else was around, but you could never be too sure.

COS Ch’zaolrirh

Mirri looked at the others “That engine isn’t going anywhere soon.” She said “It’s clogged with sand and it needed to upgraded to begin with.” She added “I don’t know that we have the supplies on the Olinski to make the needed repairs.” She said “I need to get better scans and send information back to engineering to see what we have available.” She said.

Helm

“Doesn’t it seem off they been stuck here for this long and in harrowing circumstances and we call them they seem nonchalant about what is happening?” Doolittle piped up on the coms.

Doolittle MD

Ch’zaolrirh did not detect any lifeforms outside the ship. All the life signs were inside the ship. As the storm moved on and the air became clearer, the tricorder told them that it was safe to remove their helmets.

One of the side hatches of the Sierra opened and two uniformed men emerged. Both were wearing gold Starfleet overalls. Seeing the away team, they waved to them. Then they moved to the aft of the vessel to inspect their engines …

GM

Micheal followed the crewmen to the engines. “They’re blocked up with sand. Lt Michael Gould, Chief Engineer, USS Brian A. Olinski.” He extended a hand. “I’m not sure if you’re going anywhere on impulse power. Are thrusters functional? If you get a little higher up, maybe a shuttlecraft could assist in shaking some of that loose.”

-Lt Michael Gould, CE

“Yes, they are,” replied the more senior man. “I’m Lt. Commander Williamson, Second Officer, and here is Lt. Russell, Chief Engineer. Would you like to meet with Captain Whitney our CO?”

GM

=^=We’d love to, what do you suggest?=^= Kolar offered belatedly.

The COS watched the exchange. Doolittle was right, these men were acting as if this was all a training exercise. Holstering his tricorder, he unlatched his helmet and tugged it over his head. His antennae wobbled for a moment as he adjusted to the atmosphere.

COS Ch’zaolrirh

Doolitte, still suspicious, but willing to help stepped up.

“I’m the CMO. Is there any need for medical assistance.” Doolittle asked. Though there should be at least one medical staff member even on a ship like this.

Doolittle MD kinda

=^=What’s the odds of after the storm settles down the Olinski puts a tractor beam on this ship and pulls her up?=^= Kolar tried to do the math in his head but didn’t know the hull stress that the small ship could take.

Kolar

=/\=Lifting a craft this size? How bad is the rest of the damage? If she has thruster power, we might be able to…=/\= Michael calculated.

-Lt Michael Gould, CE


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