Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Landing Party 2

Posted Dec. 1, 2021, 11:18 a.m. by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief Intelligence Liaison Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Ensign Alwyn Yarwood (Medical Doctor) in Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Landing Party 2

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Landing Party 2

Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Main Sim - Transporter Room 1 - Landing Party 2
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It was a little bit later, and the second of the three scheduled landing parties were gathering in transporter room 1, prepared for them was an array of replicated local garb, weapons, and equipment to help them all blend in. Overall it was quite bland clothing, mostly of brown-grey pants, and shirts, or bits of leather jackets and such. Equipment wise they had a choice of medieval styled leather armors, cowls, and other traveling equipment as well as assorted metal weapons from swords, daggers, maces, and more ranged accompaniments of bows, crossbows, and slings with appropriate ammunition. There was also assorted mercantile goods for trade and coinage of the local natives. In this case it was a silver minted coin with the image of a sharp toothed mean looking wolf on one side, and the image of some kind of noble house’s coat of arms with a raven atop a shield crossed by a longsword and iron spike.

Added into this was the more usual modern equipment for the landing party, type-1 phasers easily concealed for everyone in jacket or pants’ pockets, comm units for everyone, scientific and medical tricorder’s for those needing them in medieval style leather pouch carrying cases, etc. Coming up with some kind of cover story for their party would probably be good to have in order, as well as accompanying equipment to match from the stocks present.

As the team got ready and settled, NE Charles began and overview briefing of where they would be beamed down, “..Ok so for your team, you’ll all be settled down near a large village called Valiki. It seems to be settled along the southern shore of a massive valley lake, which is used for mostly local fishing and trade in the region. It seems to be a bit of a mixing pot of human and non-human races in this area, though those in power seem mainly human. We ran scans of the local wildlife in the region and they’re mostly small scaled animals and vermins, rats, mice, squirrels, deer, and a few odd wolf packs roaming about. The main village seems to be a trade hub of sorts for the larger valley region around you. There is also evidence of some kind of religious order or two that mostly seeme tolerated though not very nicely by the locals. Could be they only go to them when they really need for whatever reason. We did scans for any alien technology or scans for warp signatures but nothing has come up concrete. There was a brief blip of some kind of explosion just south of Valiki near one of the farms last night but when we did further scans all we picked up was some kind of thermal residue of unknown output. Morning is just dawning currently so you shouldn’t have too much trouble blending in with the locals. Cultural scans suggest that this town has a lot of taverns and inns, could be places you could pick up clues for what brought us here to start. We also sewed in a UT into everyone’s shirt, so you shouldnt have too much trouble communicating with the locals, and the tricorders are programmed with the local dialects for scanning..” He said.

OOC: This thread is for Alden, Nkosenye, Yarwood, Kovan, and NE Ward

GM CockRoach

For the mission Kovan undertook a skin color correction procedure, drastically altering his skin-tone from a rich blue to dark brown. Yet, there was something slightly off about his new human appearance. His skin slightly too smooth, too glossy as though it were opaque glass and not porous skin. It was simply the nature of andorian skin, which did not have as many pores as human skin did. Andorian skin was also slightly transparent, so even with the color correction his blue blood would faintly tint his skin under strong light. Otherwise, Kovan wore the plain clothes, and immediately pulled the cowl of his cape over his head to hide his antennae which could not be removed. He pocketed his phaser and attached a metal dagger to his leather belt. Laying across Kovan’s shoulders was a leather satchel that held sheets of replicated paper (of appropriate quality) bound by leather strips and a bag of charcoal sticks.

He listened attentively to NE Charlies, no detail to small or insignificant. Kovan grimaced at the mention of the local religion. Kovan didn’t particularly cared for religion, or the people who believed in it. Joining two cults was enough religion for him, thank you. Hopefully they won’t have to deal with the order. Kovan wished he had more time to study the local language, and had crammed as much as he could prior to arrival. He’ll have to learn more as they go. Though outwardly he seemed stoic, Kovan was inwardly excited. They could be the very first visitors to this planet. And even if they weren’t, he was still granted the chance to experience a pre-warp culture. Which was a rare and surprising first for him.

En. ch’Sirhc, COMMO/ENGR

Roman had arrived in the transporter room shortly after the teams had been put together. His clothes were plain, standard for the time period of the culture: a thin, plain white shirt, brown grey pants, and a jacket matching what the locals would wear. It would be a bit odd to see him in them, he rarely wore anything besides his uniform or earth formal wear. Roman held his own leather satchel housing a scientific tricorder and his phaser hidden stealthily in his pocket.

He wished he’d been able to talk to Rand before the first team left, but there hadn’t been time. All he could do was hope things went well for her - and safe. But he had to try and put that worry out of his mind, he had a job to do. He listened closely to the explanation of the culture and thought about it momentarily. “Perhaps we should start by inquiring at the tavern about the explosion. Little society like this, it ought to have turned some heads.”

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO
Nodding at Alden’s opinion, Alwyn was thinking about his history classes back on earth, wondering about the similarities between humans’ medieval past and this society. He was wearing a green medieval-like tunic with brown pants and a brown cape. Hanging on his belt was the leather pouch containing his tricorder and a dagger for critical situations, and he was wearing a bag containing bandages, medicinal herbs, and some blanket.

Alwyn was a bit worried about the mission. Sure, having to land on an unknown field is quite stressful, but he also was a bit scared about his medical abilities on the field. Without his instrument, he wonders if he’ll be able to help his team. Of course, he studies traditional medicine, but practicing in a classroom and operating in an emergency, there is a huge gap.

Looking at Kovan, Alwyn was quite surprised to see his transformation. Even if there were some imperfections, he could easily pass for a tall human unless someone looks really close at him, or pull off his cowl. He gave him a smile, trying to hide his mixed feeling of excitation and stress.

Enseign Alwyn Yarwood - Doctor

The newly arrived CIO ducked under the doorframe and entered the room as the briefing began. Mthunzi was wearing a dark brown hide vest over his bare chest, leaving his well-muscled and ebony black arms bare. Around his neck was necklace on which hung a dark pendant made of some kind of carved bone. Leather trousers and calf-high boots covered his legs, and a dark green cloak hung over his shoulders to the back of his thighs. Completing the ensemble was a large spear and several knives on his belt, along with a satchel containing some of the more ‘sensitive’ technological items.

The Zulu Intelligence officer looked at the group and nodded once and listened to the briefing in earnest.

Nkosenye, CIO

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