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“Doctor Hunter is an excellent physician with a variety of general medical specialisms,” Glen said, “He just needs to work on his bedside manner a little more. Okay, everyone! Let’s get up on the Transporter Pads and get this show on the road!”

Lieutenant j.g. Pashi made her way to the transporter room. She carried with her the universal translator that had finally been able to crack the language of the young child. The mixture of Klingon and native tongue as fascinating. She had read how on Earth when the North American continent had been explored and settled by the Europeans that they had tried to destroy the Indigenous Natives languages. They had succeeded with some tribes, others had done exactly what the natives of this world had and mixed the languages, and others had maintained their native tongue as well as learned the European language. She stepped into the transporter room just as Captain Glen say “Okay, everyone! Let’s get up on the Transporter Pads and get this show on the road!” She hurried up to the transporter pad and handed the captain the universal translator, “Should work for basic communications Sir. Nothing complex as it is still working out the algorithms for their native tongue. They do speak a bastardized form of Klingon.”

“Lt. Mullins,” Glen asked, “Can we upload this bastardized Klingon algorithm to everyone’s UT., please.”

Max took a quick look around to see what was around. This was his first time down. The rest of the team seemed to know what was going on which gave Max a little more of an easy feeling but was worried about the movements of the Security team. He responded to the Captain, “I will get right on that.” He then pulled out his tricoder and started pulling up the algorithm. After a few clicks he was able to get the information send over to all the universal translators. He was hoping it would help everyone out. Sometimes it was not the best with the available technology and what was known of the Klingons.

Cross looked on as everyone got on the transporter pad,she noticed Hunter’s lips moving * He must be praying silently to be transported on the planet in one piece * the female doctor thought ‘’Safe journey ‘’ Cross called out to everyone.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Glen replied.

Two NE Security redshirts arrived last of all, with the native girl in tow, her hands tied with a cable tie as a precaution. They also took positions on the Transporter Pads,

Once everyone was ready Glen looked over to the operating console. “Chief Banks,” Glen instructed the NE Transporter Chief, “Nine to beam down. Put us as close to the last landing site as possible, please.”

”..Understood sir, good luck down there!” Banks said iniating the transport.

After a moment of ceasing to exist the away team reappeared a few feet from where they had left off. They were again surrounded by various junk and ramshackle huts atop the big hill overlooking the lower larger settlement down below several hundred yards away.

Looking around no one was present natively which was good, but a few small sickly animals like tiny cats or dogs scurried off under cover into the junk heaps around at their arrival. When someone would deem to carefully look into the lower area below they would find much of the local aruging had it seem broken up. Two dead bodies stripped of anything useful though were in evidence near where the large cluster of natives hours earlier had been aruging. Given the gun shots and club beating marks, it seems two of the three arguing leaders had been shot or bludgeoned to death then stripped of anything useful to rot on the ground. Already a few tiny rodent like creatures were gnawing on their bodies.

Further afield among this mess near wood or metal huts or a few higher quality prebuilt huts/tents likely for favored natives of the klingons formerly natives went about their business it seems trying to eek out a living among the polluted area. Some were trying to farm, others sive water in different ways to be clean, others still took that to boil then. Another batch were busy weaving or cleaning clothes or bags of sorts, another batch doing some kind of trading or bartering, over all it was mostly a sort of normal life style.

But near the far end of this all stood what seems one of the few pieces of left behind junk of the klingons near a large blast site that probably once was home to far more advance tech that was demolition by the klingons when they left. A large 200 yard square metal container had been broken up over time it seems and rebuilt by hand into a sort of two story building. Several strange native symbols likely related to their religion were in evidence. The most prominent symbol was near the second floor in the middle overlaid on a large dirty window. It was clearly a Klingon empire three pointed symbol but then on its outside s octagonal like shape where on each edge had a smaller symbol of the native religion. From up here by long range viewing the away team could see a hazed figure looking out of the dirty window, and based on their movements was either doing some kind of puppet show with their hands, or more likely passionately talking to someone inside they couldn’t see.

After they were beamed down, Lance signaled to his team to make a small perimeter and to keep low. He pulled his phaser and crawled up the hill with a pair of binoculars.

“Let’s stick close together this time,” Glen told Lance. “Don’t wander too far up there!” From the XO’s very damning report, it appeared that wandering off was part of the problem last time, when two crew were bitten.

Glen walked to where the Security held the girl and spoke to her using the UT. =/\= We have fed you. We have bathed you. You have not been mistreated. You have not been punished even though you have attacked and bitten two of my crew and slapped another. We have shown you kindness, while you have only replied in curses. We will now untie you and let you go back to your family in your village now. You can see that we are not demons, but if you try to attack us again then we will defend ourselves. =/\=

• Glen, CO