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Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 1 Outside Krezk

Posted Jan. 16, 2022, 4:04 p.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 1 Outside Krezk
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Once the landing party had moved ahead, their trip down to the mysterious farming village of Krezk began. The first leg of their trip was down a mostly gentle hillside, thickly forested with brush and trees it still held evidence of use from hunters, both humanoid and animal in nature. So their were small signs of paths present. The rain meanwhile had thinned out a bit and though producing some puddles on the forest/hill floor was thankfully easing up. That said a very fine rolling mist of fog/airy dew was around them reducing viewability down to 40 or so yards here and there through the tree lines.

The walk reminded Rand of home, in the highlands. It was damp and lots of fog. She liked it. She kept the flap of her shoulder bag open so her tricorder could get clearer readings of the flora, fauna, and other environmental stuff going on. And maybe it might pick up information on the warp signal they had picked up. Rand wouldn’t know what to look for, but the tricorder would recording anything it came across. It would also record anything they said, so she would have it for reports later.

As they finished their hilly descent the trees and brush around them thinned out. The path they were on grew more traveled in evidence, and soon linked up to a nearby muddy stone paved road which lead from the south away from Krezk, angling up north-east towards the village proper. The first sign of life they encountered though was on one of the lush farms that was bordering the road they now trudged on. To their left was about a 20 or so acre farmland, in three sections of this vast field was evidence of some kind of alien turnip like vegetable, wheat like stalks, and a viney like plant on stakes which seemed to be like a large fist sized grape fruit plant. Within each section the landing party would see three groups of four men, ranging in age from late teens to into their late 50s, already at work beginning to do farming related tasks, while also in each field another three individual men on some kind of horse like animal watched over them.

The farming men were dressed in simple brown pants and shirts, with a light leather poncho atop them to ward off the last of the fading rain from the sky. What seemed to be the farming overseers on horseback meanwhile wore similar but slightly nicer looking brown pants and long sleeve shirts. Atop the clothes though was a suit of rugged looking leather armor on all three. All three also held a long looking leather whip in their hands and on their belts heavy wooden metal-beaded clubs were holstered. As if to drive home that these three nicer looking men in garb were the farm overseers, one of the men on horse back shouted at a farmer man who seemed to be in his late 40s and moving a little slower then the rest in picking the turnip like plants from the ground, gave him a quick snapped whip crack on his back. To his credit the farming man did not cry out too loudly evidently fearing a further protest would only make things worse. This was the first up close evidence they had that likely this culture had some kind of feudal like worker/overseer system in place.

Farms abundant in roots and grains and fruit-bearing vines failed to capture her interest. Haadok’s eyes fixated instead on the stark contrast between the drab clothed farmers and their leather-laden superiors. Metal-beaded clubs implied violence that echoed in the startling crack against a sluggish, presumably ill or ageing man. Haadok stiffened. An averted gaze staved off the repulsion gurgling in her gut as she urged herself to forgo judgement. Tightening her grip over her satchel, Haadok took in a breath and trekked with the rest of the party.

Meanwhile also evidenced as they came upon this scene was a quite large three story wooden barn building where the six women in simple farming toned grey pants/shirts, ranging in age from early teens to late 20s were carrying buckets out of the barn. From a distance it looked like it was likely some kind of milk, probably from the alien cow like creatures the transporter chief had mentioned were domesticated by the farmers. Also at a glance the landing party could tell the six women, and 12 men in the field were likely in some form or another related. The three overseers though were clearly not of the farming family stock and not related.

As this was all taken in it seems one of the overseers had seen the landing party in the distance about 80 yards off. He gave a first curious suspicious look at them in passing before spitting to the side off the horse and turning away to return bellowing at another farmer to ‘hurry up’ or some such. The look he gave the landing party was clear evidence that some people in this area at least were suspicious of outsiders to their town. Or at least weary of them.

GM CockRoach

As they approached the farm, Rand flipped the cover of her satchel closed over the tricorder. The overseers didn’t look like anyone she wanted to speak to and so she kept her gaze on the road and kept walking with the rest of the group. They didn’t look very friendly and even if the farmers were she didn’t think the overseers would let them talk to the strangers passing by. Of course that wasn’t her call to make, but then again if Rand was given the choice she wouldn’t talk to anyone she didn’t know.

Yeoman Rand

The suspicion in the overseer’s leer warned of a potential curiosity or distrust toward outsiders. Haadok wondered whether it fueled their apparently family-based farming or reflected another cultural norm. Budding theories of genetics? Isolation? Convenience? Haadok blinked and dismissed her speculations. There were still so many unknowns. Besides, the last time she wondered about a people, her head was nearly severed by a six-legged beast. Haadok shifted her sights and attention to the barn, then to others in anticipation of a plan… or something resembling one.

— Haadok, CMO

OOC: Bump for this team!

GM CockRoach

Rand knew, from her own experience growing up, that outlying farms and families didn’t necessarily hold the values or customs of the nearby villages. The overseers didn’t bother to speak to them or approach then, nor did the workers. And if they wanted to blend in they should know better than to approach someone so hostile. They would probably have better luck in the village where it was expected to see strangers and travelers. Rand continued on down the path with the rest of team toward Krezk.

Yeoman Rand


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