Posted June 27, 2022, 5:55 p.m. by Ensign Kovan ch'Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) (Abigail G)
Posted by Ensign Alwyn Yarwood (Medical Doctor) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 2 Inside Valiki
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 2 Inside Valiki
Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 2 Inside Valiki
Rand was the last off the boat, making sure that no one had left anything behind. They didn’t need another thing potentially lost to the natives. And since it was Rand who had been pick-pocketed she was taking it a bit personally to make sure they didn’t lose their gear. Making sure nothing was left behind, Rand hurried down the ramp and onto the dock with the rest of the team.
Marzo shrugged in response, “..It’s your lives to risk outlanders, go face the Slavich then and prey it does not find you as a tasty meal once night falls..” he stated and without further words began to direct his crew to get them moving back to Valiki, it seems Marzo’s purpose in their little hunt was at an end.
Rand was attempting to straighten her cloak and bags after hours of rowing. If they were hiking she didn’t want her gear all twisted up and it get caught and snagged. She was attempting to fix the cloak across her shoulders, without removing her hood. The wind was blowing, nothing like on the boat, but it caught the hood and in one of those frustrating quirks of nature, the wind tugged the hood around her face and twisted the fabric up more. With a Gaelic mutter of frustration Rand unclasped the cloak and tugged it off, shook it out and draped it over her arm. She tugged and turned the ruffled sleeves of her white linen shirt. She shrugged her shoulders while rotating the green and soft blue tartan shall that was pinned around her shoulders. She smoothed the matching tartan skirt and then draped her bag across her shoulder. Luckily the bodice was laced well and there was no need to mess with it, that would have been embarrassing.
Once the boat was moving all attention from them was lost, the elf woman Finnel was standing by the dock’s end 30 odd feet away. She regarded the rest as they would get their bearings, “..You all are clearly outlanders, your stance and way of movement is alien to Barovia and other known lands of The Core. You should consider what Marzo said though, the Slavich Woods around us are rife with danger, in day time too, but far worse at night. None of you appear equipped to deal with such threats, your armaments are......mundane and simplistic, to say the least, and none of you appear to give off auras of knowing the magical arts..” She stated. After a pause she added, “..But if you are set on pushing ahead into the wilds to Barovia Village, then it is your lives to risk. I do not know yet though if I will follow for a time or depart here..”
Roman glanced at the elf woman as she spoke. He was trying to get away from the locals, that was safer for the Directive. But they kept cropping up. He wasn’t sure how to respond without seeming rude so he cast a glance at Rand, as if asking for her help.
~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO
Cmdr Alden obviously wanted her to do something about the woman. Rand was horrible on her own with people. It was more than obvious he wanted to get going, and they did have a mission to finish. Who could she be? Which part would fit....OF COURSE! Merida. She loved Merida. She ran a hand through her red hair, shaking it out some, and her stance took on an air of nobility and her expression one of focus on more important things. “Oh Aye, lass, we’re nae from ‘The Core.’ But we have our own business, and I’ve paid these lads well ta carry out the work I’ve given them. And we don’na have room in our party for one more. I do thank ya and yer friend Marzo for the ride, but we have ta be goin’. We wish ya luck on yer own travels.” Rand shook out her cloak and with a familiar swirl of fabric she settled the cloak back on her shoulder and turned toward the woods. “Alright ya lot heard Alden, let’s get movin’.”
Princess Merida (aka Yeoman Rand)
From behind Rand, came a laugh that quickly began to fade for a cough. Alwyn couldn’t help, but this change of tone caught him off guard. He tried to mask it, in hope to bring Rand some credibility.
Kovan blinked and stared at Rand. That. . . was certainly a choice. It was better than letting a native tag along with them and hinder the progress of their mission. Though the locals were right to be worried about their group of “outlanders” they were far better equipped than they let on. After walking around all day and then rowing for some hours, Kovan was ready to see their mission complete and done with. They came here to investigate the warp trail and to learn what they could about the strange explosions and lights. Everything else was a distraction from that goal and their group have wasted enough time already.
The elven woman gave Rand first a look over, as if she could see through the fake accent, but if she knew or cared she said nothing about it, “..Your desire to risk to Slavich Wood’s dangers is troubling but you outlanders will do as you will. So be it then..” she said when Finnel would speak up, which seemed to interrupt her next words.
He paused for a moment, recalling the animosity shown towards the elven people. He sneered at Finnel, “We don’t want your kind traveling with us anyways. You carry on your way and we’ll carry on ours.”
Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR
The elven woman paused a split second, giving Finnel a withering look that if looks could kill would have turned him to ash. “..Well, I see ‘Barovian civility’..” She said in a tone showing anger and disgust, “..is quick to infect even YOUR kind outlanders. I was going to offer a gift of support but forget it, go be short lived fools, if any of you live your dark hearts will no doubt grow to find acceptance here in these dark lands..” she said.
Then muttering something under her breath, she hefted up her bags and stormed off heading north-west past the old fishing lodge, and out of sight. An awkward feeling of the air and forest around then seemingly being colder now and less ‘alive’ seemed to have come about at the elven woman’s departure. But no matter they had a mission to focus on right?
Kovan remained straight faced all through the elven woman’s speech. He didn’t believe for a second that she was going to give them a gift out of the kindness of her heart. A gift to total strangers that she did not interact with in any meaningful way. They only happened to ride together on the same boat. A boat she was hired on as crew who she didn’t seem to share a connection with either given her sudden departure. Her whole angry speech was petty. A tantrum where she tried to get back at them by rescinding an offer they neither expected to receive and that she likely had no plan on giving in the first place.
Roman shot a glare at Kovan that said did you HAVE to make her angry? They didn’t need to make enemies. But on the other hand, at least they were finally alone. “Let’s go. Before she decides to do anything about your… civility.“
~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO
And Kovan was just as unaffected by Roman’s glare, and shrugged in way that could be taken as apologetic. Could be. “I doubt she wants anything more with us.”
Alwyn shook his head and pressed his fist on Kovan’s shoulder in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere: “Don’t worry. I, too, have a lot of difficulty with the opposite gender. If you want a shoulder on which to cry, you found it.”
Looking around, he made sure he couldn’t see the elve before adding : “Joke aside, can you cover one of my side ? I’ll try to run a quick scan.”
Ensign Alwyn Yarwood - Doctor
Kovan looked down at Yarwood, open confusion on his face. He purposefully antagonized the woman with a racist comment he learned from the city guards. But sure. He has trouble communicating with women. Speaking of communicating with women. . . “Alright but afterwords you need to apologize to Rand. She’s a professional actress and you just laughed at her performance.” Kovan turned so that he could cover Yarwood’s blind spot, and pulled out his own tricorder to run passive scans while he watched out.
Ensign ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR
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