Posted by Commander Wulf Baumann (Intel Officer) in Main Sim - Plant Surface Team 2 - Back At The Woods

Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Plant Surface Team 2 - Back At The Woods
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As Baumann moved back towards the pilot, he picked up the Commanders scanner, and started a search for anything on the name Greyhound.

Greyhound came up with three major hits. The first was the Terran dog breed. The second was a transit service on Earth and her colonies still in operation in low key areas as a hover-bus. The third was the still being built SS Greyhound of their own Bonaventure class frigate. The ship though was only half completed at this time and not spaceworthy.

“Sir, I do not wish to cause you any kind of stress, but do you know what that facility is there?” and he nodded at the base. “We haven’t seen anyone coming and going, so we are thinking it is abandoned… and we were hoping it would be a place to take shelter for a few days. Do you think that would be allowed?”

Baumann, Intel

Cmdr. McKnight - XO

The pilot named Ry’an Peters regarded the direction indicated. “..It’s an old research silo last I knew, no military or science purposes though now. Went dark and abandoned about a year back. Due to budget cutbacks.” He said.

GM CockRoach

Atozi Continued to watch the pilot for any signs of discomfort or pain, she didn’t want him to be continually questioned when he wasn’t in the right physical condition to be so, the idea of moving to a more secure location however. “We could do with moving somewhere we can gather ourselves.” She checked for radiation again.

• Ens Atozi Sh’qyrin

Baumann nodded at Peters and said “Very well. If that is the case, we will attempt to get inside into somewhere safe and more secure.” He looked back at McKnight and said “Get everyone together and gather all of our supplies. I’ll try to find us a way in.” and he moved over, nodding to the doctor that she could watch the injured man more closely now. Retrieving his tricorder and his black bag, Baumann nodded and began to make his way towards the fence line, keeping a wary eye around him.

“Well you heard him. Atozi, Fleet, help our friend here. Naomi, help me gather up all of this gear, we leave no trace that we were here. Understood?”

“Will do,” Fleet nodded, stepping away from Naomi and going to help Ry’an stand and walk.

Without waiting, Jonathan started packing up the gear he had pulled out, and grabbing a hold of the comm array, so they could take it with them.

When he reached the fence, he scanned the perimeter with his tricorder to ensure that it wasn’t electrified or otherwise trapped; making sure ot block the device form the view of the woods where the pilot lay.

Baumann, Intel

Scans of the fence showed it was unpowered, though the razor tip tops were still quite sharp and jagged looking though showed a bit of age of a few months or more without care.

GM CockRoach

Baumann reached into the black bag and pulled out a small bolt-cutter and got to work on the fence. He cut a single strand of the chain link and twisted it up, freeing the bottom and enabling him to pull open a section like a tent flap. He then motioned for everyone to hurry across and make their way through.

Baumann, Intel

Atozi lingered at the back, she was making sure she kept an eye on the pilot making sure there were no medical complications. Though as she bent down and went through the fence line her hood was caught and ripped, as it pulled down her blue face, antennae and white hair was one show for anyone who was looking to see even in the dark it was clear she was a little different.

• Ens Atozi Sh’qyrin

Jonathan cursed as he reached over to pull Atozi’s hood back up. Making his own way through the opening in the fence he turned back to do a quick head count to make sure everyone had made it.

Cmdr. McKnight - XO

Fleet stood with the pilot, letting the man put any weight he needed on him.

Fleet, Helm

It seems the pilot Ry’an Peters who was in the process of hobbling his way over t the fence line assisted by Fleet just by happenstance didn’t see the blue skinned alien not so many feet in front of him. Carefully getting his own way through he leaned on Fleet again. Around them the base and silo lay seemingly abandoned and empty. A trio of buildings were the first obvious signs of cover.

One to their left about 50 yards off in the fence line was a short stocky concrete building with a smaller guard shack setup next to it and an inner fence around that shack. Showing a more secure point of entry. The second building to their right about 20 yards off inside the fence line was a wooden/metal construction rectangular in shape with a few slotted windows with bars over it. The third was directly ahead of them by another 40 yards L shaped, though this was a metal/concrete construction and showed signs of boarding up some time ago.

On all the buildings assorted ‘keep out’ signs were in the alien language and English. A warning plate sign in front of them read the following in the dual languages. ‘Entry absolutely forbidden from all scientific and engineering personnel of of B-11 security level or lower. B-12 or higher security level clearance required for entry. If you do not have such entry leave now or face justical punishment by law and security forces on base site.’ Interestingly the sign of a Terran dog greyhound with a star shooting out around it was present. The words in Terran Latin of all things read ‘Fast, Reliable, and To The Stars!’.

GM CockRoach

Once the last person was through the fence, Baumann twisted the single strand of the chain-link he had cut back in, re-securing the fence and making it appear undisturbed. Looking around, he eyed the three structures and then pointed to the L-shaped building. “That one. It’s the most secure against the elements. But before we go, we should check the other buildings. Kenneth, would you please check that building?” he said to the Helmsman and he pointed to the wood and metal building. “See if there are any supplies we can use. I will check over there.” and he pointed to the shorter concrete building with the guard shack. “The rest of you, take shelter on the outside of the main building. When we get back, we will try to see if we can get inside.” and he nodded once and moved to the building.

Baumann, Intel

As she worked Rende took in what they knew, both from the initial information gathered before they came down and now as the events unfolded. Something was nagging at her, and over the centuries (wouldn’t the rest of the ship have a heart attack if they knew) she had learned to trust her gut. Dropping her voice to a just barely audible whisper (as this activated her person to person comm unit), Eldorin would hear her in his ear, Eldorin, isn’t this a little reminiscent of say, Belfast 1974? One piece of hold-over El-Aurian technology that she and Eldorin still used. After all these years it just didn’t feel right to not be a voice inside each others’ ears.
OOC: cross posted
2nd Lt Asam, MACO