Posted March 8, 2023, 4 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Joe Milligan (XO) (Bob Spicer)
Posted by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) in Main Sim - Planet Surface - Landing party -
[snip]They would notice that Glen was looking skywards, possibly for the arrival of a shuttlecraft.
Seeing the Captain looking up Hunter wondered what was going on ‘’I hope he’s not expecting anything sinister ‘’ he told Lt Mullins ‘’Had no idea about this plan C , did you?’‘ the doctor asked the CE.
“Nothing sinister,” Glen replied. “Unorthodox… certainly unusual… anyway, you’ll see!”
In what seemed like only a few moments Joe was nearing the village from behind the crew of the Merrimack. He slowed down considerably and then flew over the natives in a slow stately manner letting them get a good look at him. After he had passed over both groups, he started to turn the shuttle slowly so that when they landed the door to the shuttle would open up facing the natives.
As he landed Joe exhaled slowly. It had been a while since he had piloted a shuttle, so he was for the moment just relieved to be here in one piece… the door to the shuttle started to open. As it began Joe flipped another switch that activated the exhaust fans. Joe leaned forward and saw out the door the collection of natives standing on the side of the hill.
The landing party would have a much less clear view of the total picture than Joe did from the shuttlecraft, but the smell propelled by the exhaust fans would reach them almost as soon as it reached the natives.
Pashi, heard the shuttle craft way before it was even visible, and there was an odd whooshing whine coming from it. “Sir is the shuttle craft okay? No malfunctions? It has an unusual mechanical noise coming from it.”
“That’s the exhaust fans on full power,” replied the Captain. As a former pilot Glen would recognise the sound as the exhaust fans blowing above their normal parameters, but he didn’t understand what that actually meant until he smelled the food at the same time as everyone else.
With the shuttle coming in overhead, the native group coming up hill seemed unaware of it at first. Mainly because it seems some had seen flashes of the away team at the hill top and so were holding position. A bit of muffled shouting and aggressive various weapon waving was what had their attention. In total there were a good 20 some natives of men and women, all garbed in leather/cloth garb some having overlaid bits of metal as ‘armor’. All were armed with either metal pipes, sharp metal poles, or some form of ballistic based firearms, no doubt left behind by the Klingons when they left. The firearms probably would have no issue reaching the away team from where they were now but they for some reason were holding off.
- Glen, CO
As he landed Joe exhaled slowly. It had been a while since he had piloted a shuttle, so he was for the moment just relieved to be here in one piece. “Here we go boys.” He said with a smile to his rapidly gathered crew. Joe then touched a switch on the control panel and the door to the shuttle started to open. As it began Joe flipped another switch that activated the exhaust fans. Joe leaned forward and saw out the door the collection of natives standing on the side of the hill. He waited a few moments to let smells of all the food hit them. For on the shuttle were loaded carts full of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits and mixed vegetables. Also, there were several different cakes. along with various appetizers. Cheese with pineapple on cocktail sticks as well as pigs in a blanket.
Joe looked at them and they at him for a minute before he threw caution to the wind as was more a portion of his personality than many of his superiors might want before he jumped down out of the shuttle and with a broad smile on his face waved enthusiastically before saying in a loud friendly voice. “Hello folks anyone hungry?”
Behind him his patched together crew was busy unloading all the carts with all the trays and everything from eating utensils to napkins. Joe then grabbed a chicken leg and began to eat it. He motioned for them to come over once again.
A hopeful Lt. Cmdr. Joe Milligan XO
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