Posted by Commander Maxwell Harkness (Executive Officer) in Main Simm - USS Potterfield

Posted by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) in Main Simm - USS Potterfield

Posted by Cadet Lillian Anderson (Security Officer) in Main Simm - USS Potterfield
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As the team materialized, Max quickly looked around, scanning the area for any hostiles.

“Everyone call out.”

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Nijix did one last check over her suit then stepped onto the platform. She took her place closest to Lt. Vras and Cadet Paul, ensuring that when they arrived she would be right beside them. The Cos inhaled as her body began to tingle and dematerialized. Once it ended, she heard the XO ask for a roll call.

“Lt. Tavium, here.” An automatic response to show her brain hasn’t been affected by anything.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Lillian felt the ground under her feet thro the suit and heard the XO call for check in. The CoS was first and then as she took up a defensive position.
“Cadet Anderson, Here” Lillian looked around in the glom of the dark Engineering space.
Ready for anything, weapon at the ready

Lillian Anderson Security Cadet

OOC: Copying this to here…

IC:

After a few moments, the away team materialized in the the engineering room of the Potterfield. Around them seemed like a lush jungle with all manner of flora covering the consoles, the walls and the core itself. The blue glow of the towering structure the only real consistent light source.

Around them was silence and the ambient sounds of a ship put into low power mode.

GM Wombat

“Spread out, make sure that this place is secure,” Max said as he used the light on his rifle to look around, after everyone had called out.

=^= Harkness to Challenger. We are all here and accounted for. We have a bit of a jungle going on here though. Hopefully Lt Vras can work some of his magic here. =^=

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Engineering was more or less easy enough to secure. The verdant matting cushioning the boots and, even though some of the flowers started to move their blossoms towards the away team, whatever darts or mists that came from them were dealt with by the biohazard suits.

The system readings showed that the power wasn’t so much shut down, as diverted. The place was more akin to a sauna with lots of moisture and heat in the air. Engineering, for lack of a better term, had become a green house.

GM Wombat