Posted Oct. 8, 2020, 4:53 a.m. by Lieutenant T'Pria (Chief Engineer) (Sharon Miller)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paul ‘Doc’ Hudson (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Landing Party 1 - Cerny & T’Pria With NEs
Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Landing Party 1 - Cerny & T’Pria With NEs
[snip]With a shuttering grinding thud the elevator reached the bottom of the shaft. On the XO’s tricorder he would find hte passage split into three short corridors ahead. The left most one dead ended after 20 feet, the middle continued on for some distance, and the third went on for about 100 yards before opening into a larger cavern. Life signs showed the group of humanoids were heading in the direction of the cavern.
Her discomfort at being enclosed in such a small space increasing, T’Pria could not wait for the XO to determine their next direction and peered over his shoulder to see the tricorder readout for herself.
“I suggest that we take the third passageway, Commander,” she declared, then without further discussion she began to head in that direction, attempting to step as quietly as was possible in the cumbersome suit to avoid announcing their presence prematurely.
- Lt T’Pria (CE)
As the elevator came to a stop on the floor below T’Pria the burning heat from above had mostly abated due to the lack of recent fires. As she rounded a corner she found a hunk of rock getting thrown at her! Which mostly harmlessly bounced off her suit. “..Get away! You go away meany!” a girl’s child like voice said.
GM CockRoach
Of course, the logical reaction was to deftly avoid the projectile while simultaneously attempting to disarm, physically and emotionally, the aggressor. However, T’Pria found the situation demanding a discipline equal to Surak himself not to simply throw the rock back in the direction of the voice. Fortunately, for both T’Pria and the Commander, the CE’s own control, in that moment, was impeccable. Or almost as good as…
“I am not a…’meany’,” she attempted to placate the speaker in the kind of warm and comforting manner that could only come from a Vulcan. “My name is T’Pria and I am here to help you. So I would ask that you cease aiming projectiles in my direction and allow me to administer the assistance that you so obviously need.”
A glance at Cerny and she quickly added, “Please.”
- Lt T’Pria (CE)
”..We don’t know you, Momma said not to talk to strangers!” Another girl’s voice said from the shadows getting T’pria and Cerney a few more small pebbles thrown their way, though most came up short or were harmless by the time they did hit.
”..Pala I think they’re from Starfleet!” A boy’s voice hissed. “..Are you from Starfleet?” he asked.
GM CockRoach
“Yes we are from starfleet. Now stop throwing rocks!” Paul grumbled as he caught up with the others. He made an effort to soften his frown and held his hands up. “Your Momma is right you shouldn’t talk to strangers. But we are here to help you so this time it’s ok. I’m Doctor Hudson, Can you tell me if anyone’s hurt? I’d like to help.”
Doc Hudson CMO
“Fortunately we were not operating undercover,” T’Pria remarked at the arrival of, and the announcement from, the CMO. Then, falling in behind him, she added, “Clearly it is no longer safe in these tunnels. So it would be best for all of us if you allow the Doctor here to assist you and then we can all get back to the surface.”
- Lt T’Pria (CE)
The rocks stopped being thrown, and out of the murky dust of blackness of the lower mines came a gaggle of 30 some children and early teenagers. They looked haggard and a little malnourished but otherwise were healthy all things considered. A few had irritated skin marks from the mine exposure. Thankfully the elevator was big enough for all of them to go back up top.
GM CockRoach
OOC: Bumping!
GM CockRoach
Paul clicked his tongue and pushed his glasses back up. ”Come on now, lets all move together so we can decide what to do next. Is that everyone?” he asked as he did a quick tricorder sweep of the group.
Doc Hudson
CMO
So many children! Even for a Vulcan it was difficult to maintain control at the sight of their dirty, malnourished faces. Reaching into her kit, T’Pria pulled out a handful of protein bars. Not enough for one apiece by a long margin, but still…
“Here,” she said, holding them out to the nearest child. “You must share them.”
© 1991-2024 STF. Terms of Service
Version 1.15.11
RSS Feed