Posted by Gamemaster GM CockRoach (Gamemaster) in Shuttle Bay 2: Shuttle Vermin (CNS Team)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alex Cross (Chief Counselor) in Shuttle Bay 2: Shuttle Vermin (CNS Team)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alex Cross (Chief Counselor) in Shuttle Bay 2: Shuttle Vermin (CNS Team)
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=/\= Very well counselor. Just make sure we don’t lose anyone. I want everyone back home safely. Once safely home, we can then leave the system. I want to verify if there are survivors or not. =/\=. He replied back.

Captain Alex Becket
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel

=^=Understood, sir. Cross out.=^=

Counselor Alex Cross

IC: Ollie double checked the couple things the counselor had asked and readjusted the phasers he had brought with him. He hoped he wouldn’t be needing them but leaving without them would be like the medical team not bringing a med kit. He glanced over to the Counselor Cross and nodded his readiness to proceed. It had been a while since he had wandered around “outside” across a ship’s hull. This was going to be an adrenaline rush.

Lieutenant Commander Ezeami - COS

Hegush pulled each tool out before slotting back into their places again, checking that each one was secure but that he’d be able to pull them out quickly if he needed to. He tapped his phaser, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it. He wasn’t much of one for heroics, he liked to leave that to those whose jobs were to play the hero. If need be though he was a reasonable shot, and a fairly reasonable boxer. The first because he had made sure he was and the second because he just liked boxing.

While everyone was preparing themselves, he stretched out his legs making sure to ease out any stiffness in them. He wasn’t as young as some of the others, so it never hurt to make sure he was limber. He was also testing his movement ability in his suit. It had been a long time since he’d been in one.

Lt. Hegush, COO

Soral conducted a final inspection of his EVA suit before departing the shuttle. Environmental seals, oxygen reserves, communications systems, and magnetic boots were all checked in a methodical sequence. While the suit’s diagnostics indicated full operational status, verification remained preferable to assumption.

His science tricorder was secured to his equipment harness, a habit carried over from years spent in scientific service. As Chief Diplomatic Officer, it was unlikely he would require it, but unfamiliar environments often presented opportunities for observation, and Soral preferred to be prepared.

Satisfied that all systems were functioning within acceptable parameters, he moved toward the shuttle’s airlock and took his place near the exit. Beyond the hatch lay a hostile vacuum—an environment indifferent to error.

He waited patiently for the order to disembark. Impatience would not accelerate the process, and preparedness had already been achieved.

Lt Soral T’Varan
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Ark Angel

Cross moved through his own checklist one final time as the rest of the team completed their preparations. Years of counseling had taught him that confidence and complacency were often separated by a single missed detail.

His gloved hands moved deliberately over the suit’s controls.

Environmental seals confirmed. Oxygen reserves nominal. Thruster package green. Communications operational. He nodded to himself as he checked each system.

The status indicators reflected across the inside of his helmet visor as he verified each system personally rather than relying solely on the automated diagnostics. The suit reported full functionality, but experience had taught him that trust was best paired with verification.

He checked the emergency locator beacon mounted at his shoulder, then confirmed the transporter lock assigned to the team’s shuttle remained active and synchronized with his suit telemetry.

=^=Emergency transporter lock to the shuttle verified.=^=He said to the team.

Cross then inspected the Type-II phaser secured at his hip. The weapon was fully charged and set to a moderate stun setting. He had no desire to use it, but an EVA into an unknown environment demanded preparation for possibilities rather than expectations.

His hand moved next to the science tricorder attached to his equipment harness. He activated it briefly, watching as the device completed its self-test and synchronized with the suit’s telemetry systems. Sensor packages, recording buffers, and environmental scanners all responded within expected parameters.

A final review of the tether assembly followed. Cross tugged firmly against the connection point, ensuring it would hold under sudden movement or loss of footing. Satisfied, he released it and looked toward the others.

Ezeami appeared ready, his phasers secured and equipment checked. Hegush was conducting his own methodical inspections while working the stiffness from his legs. Nearby, Soral stood with characteristic Vulcan patience, every piece of equipment already verified and secured. Good.

Cross keyed the squad channel.

=^=Excellent. Maintain that level of attention once we’re outside. The vacuum is unforgiving, and unknown environments are even less so.=^=

His eyes swept across the team one final time.

=^=We proceed together. No one wanders off alone. If your suit reports a warning, if your sensors detect something unusual, or if your instincts tell you something isn’t right, speak up immediately.=^=

The counselor rested a hand briefly against the outer airlock control panel.

=^=Remember, our objective is information. We are not here to prove how brave we are.=^=

A faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.

=^=Let’s make Captain Logan’s day easy and come back with good data and the same number of people we left with.=^=

Cross looked toward the hatch and nodded.

=^=EVA team, stand by for departure.=^= Cross headed to the hatch door, prepared to lead the team out.

Lieutenant Alex Cross
Chief Counselor
USS Ark Angel

OOC: I’m using =^= to indicate talking over comms in the suit. I imagine the AA can hear us talking over comms, Rob?

Krys

OOC: They can hear you yes, but transporter locks are not possible remember? Also you’re here to find 1-3 possible survivors among the 5 ship chunks not to find data…so like you all might want to all update your posts?

GM CockRoach

Satisfied that his equipment was secured tight and his suit was fitted properly and he was as comfortable moving in it as he could be. Hegush pulled his tricorder out and held it lightly in his had checking to make sure it was reading bio-scans accurately, or at least as accurately as they could be given the radiation and the interference surrounding them.

Lt. Hegush, COO