USS Leviathan
MPT - LS Trickster - Delotha - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Delotha - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Delotha - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Delotha - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
OOC: So this will be our main thread. I will create other threads for each of you.
Having traversed the asteroid belt at a safe distance from the gravimetric disturbance the inner planets of this system became visible. Delotha looked like any other class M planet. Areas of green, brown, and blue. There were touches of white in the northern and southern poles, but only there. Casela brought the shuttle into a high orbit along the southern hemisphere. Using the shuttles sensors she scanned the area thoroughly. She had no desire to come upon a black market trading vessel, or the Orions either. This planet was tentatively a Federation colony. After the corruption of the ‘Federation’ governor of the past, the colony had taken their lives into their own hands. The village they were visiting did their best to set a good example some of the other villages did not. The shuttle began its descent through the atmosphere and came to land gently on the back side of a low ridge. “Alfred, power down as much as possible when we leave. Use the holoprojectors to blend with the landscape.” She was really grateful to not have to spend time covering Valkyrja up with branches and other camouflage.
Casela got up and walked over to the starboard side bench and opened it. She passed a pack to Remington. “Mr. Pinkerton, supplies for the security detail. Power cells, proximity detectors, personal shields.” At the looks she grinned, “No weapons. They get those themselves.” She passed a pack to Bog, “Okay Sparky, spare replicator parts, water purifiers. Their techonology is pretty basic. They have a shield generator but only use it when necessary. It goes out on the fritz a lot.” She passed McHarrie a pack as well. “A large assortment of medicines and medical equipment. All things approved to sell and obtain outside the federation. And a few obtained through legal Ferengi avenues.” The last she handed to Raauhl, “Mr Anderson. New communicators. They’re old, but for security and other key members. Theirs were already old so these will be new to them. Their subspace transmitter tends to go out. There are parts in there to fix that. And some outdated style PaDDs for the school.”
Bog listened politely wile strapping on his sidearm, a large caliber revolver with a rather steam punk look of the grips of the old flintlocks of earth. Covering it with a vest with bulging pockets. His goggles, long work apron and tool belt over stained and faded red overalls completed his outfit.
She went back to the pilot’s seat, grabbed her own bag, shouldered it and then opened the hatch and stepped out. “Anything last minute I can answer?”
As they approached the village, sounds of people moving about and children could be heard. Casela nodded subtly to the right on top of a ridge. They were going to have company in a moment.
An older Bajoran man came down the hill, greying at his temples, but still moved like he knew what he was doing. “ZANYA!”
“Yaren!” Zanya increased her pace moving forward to meet that man who was eyeing her companions what open suspicion. “Yaren, these are my friends. After all the belly aching you did last time I was here, I thought I would bring them along. This dour fellow here is Mr. Pinkerton. He’s a security specialist. You two will get along wonderfully.” She nodded towards Ryder, “This chap is Ryder Anderson. He’s a whiz with communications. And that sciency looking fellow is Dr. Doolittle. He’s a doctor. The children always need a doctor. And that ugly looking Tellerite goes by Sparky. Brilliant engineer as long as you insult him enough.” She grinned impishly and turned to the rest of the team. “This is Uduld Yaren head of security.” The way she says it makes it sound like she’s completely impressed by the man.
Yaren rolls his eyes, but notices the holstered phaser Pinkerton has. “At least one of you has some common sense.” He says this as he reaches into Zanya’s bag, without looking, and removes a small outdated type one phaser. “This does you no good in the bag…Zanya! This thing doesn’t even have a power core to it!” He stuffs the offending thing back in the bag and pinches his nose. “Go, be gone with you. Before I have a heart attack.” He waves to Pinkerton, “If you don’t mind me picking your brain for a bit I’ll catch up with you after I’m done for the day.”
Closer to the village Casela slowed her walk a little seeing movement along the trees. It was always the same. Suddenly a less than waist high blur came running out of the trees with the aim to knock her over. Mindful of the damage her new metal ribs would do, Casela crouched down and picked the hurtling mass of energy into a fireman’s carry, one arm locked firmly around the boy’s legs just above the knees. Several more children came running out of seemingly everywhere. “Zanya!” She looks around pointing and counting. “Where’s Terul?” They all point at her shoulder, “There!” She spins around seemingly oblivious. “Where? I don’t see him.” The children all laugh pointing and yelling some more. Zanya spins around again, shading her eyes to the sky, “DId he run so fast he took off into space?” She asks in disbelief. The children start giggling now as Terul straightens himself up. “No I didn’t. I’m right here, Zanya!” and he pokes her with one grubby finger. She turns her head and jumps in shock. “How did you get up there?!” The children are all giggling in fits at this point. She slowly kneels down and puts Terul on the ground, and once she does she’s swarmed by all the children at once. Several going into her pack. “Hey!” she pops playfully at the hands, “Stay out of there.”
“Did you bring candy?” “Did you bring presents?” “She ALWAYS brings presents!” Zanya shook her head, and pulled herself out of the dog pile. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Several of the smaller children look guilty and take off from whence they came. One older child, about 12 looks piercingly at Bog. “Who’s that?” Casela smiles to herself. Petall had never seen another Tellarite. “He goes by Sparky. He’s an engineer.” Petall huffs and pulls herself up to her diminutive height and marches straight at Bog. “You’re uglier than me!”
Looking down at the child a moment, Bog reaches out taking her chin to turn her face so as to critically examine it. Taking his time he responds. “You poor child, I think you may be right.” The friendly twinkle in his eyes the only sign of mirth.
The, now large, group keeps moving, Casela looking for one person in particular, but didn’t see her. But she did see Mecona taking notice of McHarrie. Mecona, a four year old Cardassian girl, saw the medic bag McHarrie was carrying and with all the trepidation and bravery of a very young child walked over to him and tugged on his hand. “Are you going to fix Vedi’s leg? He’s my brother. He hurts a lot. We don’t have a real doctor, will you help him?”
Terul, walking beside Zanya tuggs at her jacket, “Who’s that?” He points back at Raauhl, trying to be covert. Casela looked away from Terul and back at Ryder. None of the adults would come out unscathed from this. She looked back at Terul, “His name is Mr. Anderson.”
“He’s tall! Can I sit on his shoulders??” Casela/Zanya shrugged, “I don’t know. You’re getting a little tall for that aren’t you?” Terul pouted, “Not yet! I’m only 5 and I’m small for my age!” And he took off back towards Anderson. His pointed ears and high ridged brow marking him as Romulan. Terul suddenly, met with the ‘tallness’ of Mr Anderson, was very shy. But he was determined. “You know I’m really short and you’re really tall. I can’t see much down from down here. I bet you could help me with that.”
Raauhl had heard the exchange and smiled, “I guess it would be wrong for me to deny my views of the world to someone” He reached down to pick the boy up and placed him on his shoulder careful not to make any sudden movements as to nothave the boy fall. “How’s the view?” He asked.l with a chuckle and continued to walk.
Lanshay was a determined 13 year old young human female. She recognized Remington for what he was. Someone very astute with an eye for detail. She had a natural affinity for it and identifying problems before they happened. She, like the other children, was eager to hug Zanya, but her eyes kept straying to the man with the long leather coat and a weapon. Zanya never carried weapons. The woman probably would shoot herself in the foot. So if Zanya had brought someone with security experience with her, something was wrong. She moved away from Zanya as the younger children scrambled for attention. Lanshay was one of the few orphans left from the mines. She waited for Remington to get even with her and she stepped up to his side. “Why are you here?” She was blunt and she pointed at his weapon. “Zanya doesn’t believe in violence. So why did she bring you?”
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A derisive snort, covers buy a dry cough escapes Bog as he nearly strangled himself at the naive words the child spoke.
After ushering the children either back to the school building or to the orphanage Casela sat down in the back room of the orphanage. A small common room with three bedrooms off to the side. Karra, the Ferengi woman who ran the orphanage, kept this small area for people who visited the orphanage. Right now it was being used by Casela and ‘her guys.’ She smiled at that just a bit at the irony. Karra was the one who had sent the report and she was thankful for Zanya’s arrival. She only knew Casela as Zanya, but she was the only one out of the village that knew what ‘Zanya’ had done to protect the children and village. As they all sat at the table Karra came in with drinks and food. She sat down with them, “I’m sure you have questions.”
Biting of a churlish reply Big chose to remain silent. Best to remain silent than to speak and derail the whole mission with Tellarite pleasantries.
Sparky
Raauhl looked around taking in thier surroundings whilst rolling his shoulders, the boy he had on his shoulders was far from heavy but carry any sort of weight on his back was not something he was used to, he’d have to start working out again. He remained quiet and allowed Casela to talk on thier behalf.
- LtCmdr Raauhl, XO
(Bump for Terry)