Posted by Cadet Catt Beñnet (Scientist) in Main Sim - Away Team

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Away Team

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Away Team

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Lillian was Taken by surprised by the sound as she was about to take point to explore the ship how ever it was not an enemy But the two other cadets getting in to a fight.
“what?” Lillian was so taken of guard she didn’t even bring her weapon to bear on them.
she was shocked at the unprofessional behaviour the XO step in to break them up. infected and missing cadet this mission was not going well.
“Sir, we need to find cadet Locke” Lillian advised in a matter a fact way, she hoped it didn’t sound like disrespect.
It was then that the Chief step forward to take Osten weapon.
Lillian raised her weapon to cover, Just incase he was not inclined to give up his weapon.

Wiles looked down at his rifle as Nijix and Lillian demanded that he surrender it. He instinctively held it closer to his body. “What, this-s? I need this-s. Didn’t you hear-r me-me when I said-d that there’s some-something on the ship! Why aren’t you listening to-to me??” He voice raised slightly in exasperation, but he didn’t make any aggressive actions or raise the rifle. Although, he was obviously refusing to give it up.

“We should get a shaped explosive charge to get thro that door and get the crew out” Lillian decided the time for kit glove was gone we need to get these ppl out now and find Locke.

Lillian Anderson Security Cadet
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Catt let the XO disarm her without protest and almost felt a electric shock when he took her hand, she made no move to pull her hand away. This was so unlike her usual behavior it startled her. She looked into the XO,s face with large dewey eyes and felt like everything wrong in the universe would correct itself if only he held her close. Her ears went a bright pink. Her breathing became a breathy expectant soft panting, and she was purring… she was purring? Her brain couldn’t just let go and indulge in the fantasy. He’s your superior officer. He’s not Caitan. He’s not going to want a broken child thing that can’t reach physical maturity in that manner. Her inner voice screamed at her. Your reacting to a surplus of hormones triggered by the spores. It’s like puberty, only you never went through puberty so you don’t have any immunity.
She looked away from the XO ashamed of herself ,
“I think sir the spores are causing the release of hormones that causes emotional reactions. Osten a sullen rebeliousness. Like a teen resenting being ordered about. I am Caitan so it effected me differently.”, she started to feel deflated as soon as she said that. But she didn’t let go of his hand. With all of her being she clung to that last contact with the fantasy the spores had created, afraid she might never feel that way again.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.
OOC: Locke has been awol almost a month. Must of stopped posting just as we beamed over.

OOC: Catt, remember to keep it family friendly.

IC: Spores are one theory, sure. Just as likely was that the stress of the situation had escalated. For Catt’s part the scan wouldn’t show any spores in the air, though the argument did happen and Osten was defiantly not acting normally.

For Anderson and Tavium watching the scene was a perfect distraction for whatever lingered in the dark. Weapons no longer covering the junction, a dart came from the darkness and struck the NE in the neck. By the time the other security officers could turn around, whatever shot the dart, or thorn really, at the medic was long gone, laughter followed the assailant into the darkness.

Meanwhile the door still remained locked, but scans on the other side showed two of the people from the inside moved forward towards the door as they heard the commotion on the other side.

GM Wombat

OOC: Couple of other things for you cadets to learn here, and this was great character interaction and development by the way with what is happening in the sim, I enjoyed reading it. First, yes we did/do have an Awol member. In a Main Sim only, if you go Awol, the GM Has The Right to use your character to advance the story, especially if your char was an important part of it, so be aware of that and don’t grumble if it happens. We do it so other people can continue writing in the Main Sim. The GM cannot kill off your char, so there is that. They can be injured however…

Second, it wasn’t an issue here but note the time the little interaction and scuffle here took. Keep in mind the story that is being played and the focus of the mission, it is very, very easy to derail a sim for others by doing personal development that takes over from the mission. It could be possible that Catt and Osten would here be removed from playing a future part in the development of a sim with their antics/injuries in some cases, although that isn’t happening here and often these things happen at a GM’s request as a required part of the sim. Consequences for your actions are always something you should be aware of, including injuring or having your char put in the brig for something and making you unable to participate further in other main sim threads (except with NE’s). If you write something, be prepared to live with the consequences ;)

Third, make sure you don’t make a theory about what the GM is doing into a reality. It’s one thing to theorize what is happening from what you read, it’s another to start writing about the effects the theory is having on your character without the GM’s input.

“Hey phaser br-brain,” Osten called over Commander Harkness’ shoulder to Catt, “keep my na-name out of your grimy-y mouth, or-or I’ll give you an-another moss-ball to cough up-up. And try-try using that brain for-for once. I didn’t ha-have any moss or spores touch-ch me, I-I just got-t scratched-ed by something. No-no way I’m infected-ed.” He was still visibility shaking, and teeth clattering. He was tense, but moreso from fever at this point than aggressive intent. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was starting to feel weak.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

IC: Richards staggered back under the shock of the sharp pain that impacted his neck, a grunt coming from him as he dropped the tricorder and his hand slapped to his neck, finding the thorn lodged in it. It wasn’t in a critical part of his neck, he could feel that, and he pulled the thorn out and held it in front of his eyes, his other hand moving to the wound and squeezing it closed. “Commander,” he said, but his voice was weaker than he expected and he suddenly felt a cold chill pass through him, before dropping to his knees.

NE Richards

OOC: haha and as our esteemed CoS said, it’s totally possible for experienced players to make mistakes :P especially when we take ages to write a post and don’t check for other replies since we started our own. I have moved Osten’s replies here so we are all sorted.

Somebody take a shot at snipping for practise.

-Dave

=/\= Commander, we are preparing medical quarantine and support for the Away team. Can you hold in a secure location until we are ready to transport? What is the status of the injuries? =/\=

Captain Rhodes, CO

Max spun around at the laughing, just in time to see Richards collapse to the ground. Dropping his tricorder he drew his own phaser out and pointed it down the hallway.

=^= That’s a negative Captain. Area is not secure, I repeat area is not secure. We just had a hostile come in and take out NE Richards. We need immediate evac. =^=

Moving over towards Richards Max kneeled down next to him. “Hang in there, you are going to make it.” Looking around he noticed the thorn that was barely held in Richard’s hand. Popping open the med kit at Richards side, he pulled out a small specimen container, and carefully nudged the thorn into it. Hopefully it would help the medics back on the Challenger figure out what Richards had been hit with.

“Lieutenant,” Max said looking over at Nijix, “Get Osten and get him ready for transport. Anderson you’ve got Bennet, and I’ve got Richards. Circle up and we wait for transport. Everyone keep an eye out for anything that might be moving, set phasers to stun. Understood?”

Max scooped up the medical tricorder that Richards had dropped, tucking it away, before he grabbed Richards under the armpits and started helping him over towards the others. As he finally made it over to where Catt was he tapped his commbadge again.

=^= Challenger. How long until our transport? I’ve got Richards who was shot with some sort of poisoned dart, Bennet is down with what looks like a couple of broken bones, and Osten is definitely acting strange. He got tagged earlier. We won’t be able to last to long here, we are dropping like flies. =^=

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Catt felt a sence of loss as the Xo released her hand, her eyes followed him. He was a professional and the away team was in danger. She shook her head to clear the confusion she felt and tried to get her head back into the mission. She was reaching into her sample kit and collected the wad of bio matter that had choked her. It was then that Anderson arrived next to her. She was just starting to try to stand as…

Lillian was angry at herself for taking her eyes off the darkened corridor It was her fault that Richards was hit and now they were exposed and another man down. It was then that her instincts Kicked in she dropped in to a defensive position aiming at the darkness ready if the attacker made another run at them.
The EX started issuing orders as he spoke she looked over at Bennett.
“Yes sir Moving Provide cover” Lillian did not stand she moved low and fast to Bennett position.
“stay down cadet i got you covered” she placed her hand back at her to make sure she was still close but not too close.
“Can you move back against the bulkhead ” Lillian knew it was a harder spot for the transporter to get a lock but it was a more defensive position and it was not impossible for the Transporter chief to get a lock on her and Bennett.
“Sir we need to get to a better position we are to exposed here” Lillian knew she was just a cadet but she had been in combat before and this was a bad place to be when the enemy had the high ground and the lay of the land.
Lillian signalled to Bennett to start moving to the bulkhead.

OOC: Not sure what you mean by splitting so um just posted Here.

Lillian Anderson Security cadet

Catt let herself fall back to the floor and using her good hand and her legs scooted closer to the bulkhead. She stayed clear of the growth on the bulkhead only leaning in close enough to collect a sample. She looked about for any other growths of a differing type. ” Miss Anderson we need samples to help medical. It might be the difference the doctor needs to save Osten and Richard’s.” She said to the security officer. “I’ll need a few moments to collect them. So please take care of your own defence. I can call for bream out as soon as I finish.”, she spotted a different plant and shifted to reach it but jarred her broken hand in doing so. She hissed and held the arm below the break
“Damn Federation is making me soft. I turned my back on a threat.” She said lower talking to herself but easily heard by Anderson beside her. She was panting hard now her hand throbbing. Spotting her tricorder on the floor near her she tried to hook it with her foot to get it into reach.

Cadet Catt Bennet. Science.

The shimmering light of the transporter reached down and whisked away the away team bringing them back to the pad. “Well. I see that could have gone better,” the transporter chief said looking altogether unimpressed with the cadets and the XO but held his tongue for the time being on anything else.

=/\= Transporters to Bridge. Got ‘em back cap. Best get a doc down here though. Two of them don’t look so hot.=/\=

Looking back to the XO the man just shook his head slowly. “Well I can’t pull the others out. Your engineering cadet is lost there and the group inside that sickbay is pretty much shut in there unless you found a way to get in.”

GM Wombat

The Transporter beam enveloped Catt and she definately felt the disorientation this time. The old transporter chiefs words went unheard as she was busy nursing her hand that had been broken when Osten had hit it with a rifle butt. She hadn’t moved to get up yet when the transporter engaged again.
Cadet Catt Bennet Sciences.

The venerable chief looked at the orders again and squinted before tapping his badge again. =/\= Eh you wanted site to site didn’t ya? Hold on. Sending them to sickbay now.=/\=

A brief shooing of the cadets back onto the pad, not that they had time to move off of them, was all it took before the lights and buzz occured again and they were transported to where they were supposed to be.

GM Wombat

Nijix was cautious. She spotted and heard Osten’s protest, a fact that didn’t settle well with her. Raji urged her to tread carefully when she took a step toward him. His words began to fall from cohesion sentences into stutterings and chattering teeth. Whatever took a hold of his body had begun to accelerate his immune system. Her attention focused solely on Osten. She failed to be aware of her surroundings and the NE paid the price for it, the sounds of dark laughter echoed in the ship.

At the XO’s orders, her head nodded and she closed the distance between herself and him.

“Insults won’t make your point. You’re not feeling well, that much is obvious. So let’s stay calm and see what sickbay can do,” Nijix attempted to reason with him, blocking his view of Catt with her body.

Her hands were visible to him, but she didn’t request the weapon. Not yet. Her own weapon was already out and ready for a shot should the responsible one come back. She watched the corner of her eyes for any movement, ready to send a shot into the direction and stun the attacker.

The tingling of the transporter immediately indicating they were getting out of here soon. She expected to be in the sickbay, but instead, they were in the transporter room. Her eyes widened in surprise and before she could shout at the transporter’s blunt misunderstanding, they were transported again.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS