Posted Oct. 11, 2020, 6:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Paul ‘Doc’ Hudson (Chief Medical Officer) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Rear Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Landing Party 1 - Cerny & T’Pria With NEs
[snip]”..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
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.”
- Lt T’Pria (CE)
The children it seemed were disciplined enough or mature enough to understand the need to share among themselves. Breaking up the bits of ration bar the children nibbled on tiny pieces leaving none to waste. “..Momma said you’d come!” Another girl declared hugging tight to T’Pria’s leg, several more at the sight were soon doing the same crowding around T’Pria and Paul in various ways. “..Did you beat the meany cows??” Some asked. “..Nan I bet they called down big laser beams of light!!” Another answered. “..Yeah! Boom Boom....uh mooooo! HAHA” Another jested in an act of a dying mooing cow.
GM CockRoach
Paul raised his eyebrows. “Not exactly.” He said and glanced at the chief engineer. “Let’s get you all out of here and cleaned up and fed. Then we can talk about what happened and how long you’ve been down here. Sound good?” He asked picking up the nearest small child,
Doc Hudson
CMO
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