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Main Sim - Planet Surface - Landing party -

Posted March 9, 2023, 10:30 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Troy Hunter (General Medical Doctor) (marthese bugeja)

Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Planet Surface - Landing party -
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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.

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.

Glen was fairly impressed that Joe had conjured up so much food in so short a time. Chef and the Food Replicators couldn’t have been that busy since that time they catered for the delegation from Tellar Prime.

  • Glen, CO

OOC: So given you havent said otherwise of anything like giving the shuttle a total repainting or not being in Starfleet uniforms etc going to assume you aint disguised in any form....

It seems finally the natives who now all noticed the shuttle’s arrival and quick deployment of food had also gained their attention. The friendly nature of the Starfleet crew, and the no doubt appetizing smells though didn’t seem to dissuade them too much. If anything the markings of Starfleet design on the shuttle’s hull only seemed to embolden the native group in some way. One of the bigger women native among the group who held one of the primitive ballistic firearms of some type of rifle pointed it at Joe and shouted in her native tongue which the UTs in both groups picked up for them to hear. =/\= Feddoomers! Agents of the Feddoomers! It is just like the divine agents of unknown word reference who departed us so recently on their holy mission said! The Feddoomers come!=/\= She said. Echoes of similar statements soon joined her cry, and the whole group seemed only to rile up in a divine mandated manner of religious fervor to prepare to defend themselves.

Among the din of shouting and angry cries though one minority of a voice likely a man’s was also picked up, =/\= Friends! We must calm ourselves, if these are the Feddoomers of our departed providers of unknown word reference, likely a deity reference as we have all learned for many of our long decades in their presence then we must act jointly in what we do next! =/\= The voice said from a slightly shorter man who carried what seemed some kind of farming hoe like tool for his weapon. The landing party would recognize that he was one of the group of leading men arguing from the first time they came down and who had earlier fired a firearm into the air to get the squabbling people’s attention at that time to some success.

GM CockRoach

His lips were compressed ,he looked on with the eyes of a hawk ‘’Captain it does not look that they are hungry and neither starving ‘’ Hunter commented ‘’They must have seen the identification trademark on the shuttle and now know exactly who we are ‘’.

The doctor turned to Joe and gave him a sober frown ‘’Feddoomers ? Anyone has a plan D?’‘ he asked.

Hunter Dr.


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