Posted by Lieutenant Bradley Maxwell (Chief Medical Officer) in [Ring of the First Nagus] Landing Party

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Todd Nyman (XO) in [Ring of the First Nagus] Landing Party

Posted by Lieutenant Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief Tactical/Lead RTF Officer) in [Ring of the First Nagus] Landing Party
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OOC: This thread is continuing where these last left off. We have reached the colony and are recovering the anomaly. Anyone who wants to join the landing party can join. If not you may remove your tag. Here are the previous post for OOC reference:

DH Meeting:
https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf3/leviathan/posts/264703/

Classified Documents:
https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf3/leviathan/posts/260792/

Countermeasures:
https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf3/leviathan/posts/266316/

Happy Simming!
- Ava

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The landing party was called to assemble at the transporter pad. The beam down position was set to outside the colony’s major settlement. Just far enough away to do some recon before entering. A contingent of security and ARU personnel were among the group. As well as medical support. The group also had equipped the experimental devices that would hopefully help counter the anomalies effects.

Driven by his instinct for caution, Commander Nyman wanted to be sure everything was arranged to reduce the possibility of complications.

|Lt. Cmdr. Nyman, XO|

Dorian hefted the pack carrying the EACS (experimental anomaly containment system). Though he was in human form, his sensors were scanning the environment.

• Dorian, CE/CA

Ash strode into the transporter room with purpose, her two support officers, Ensign Andi X’aw and Louis Harsk stood next to her, phasers primed. She felt it was important for her officers to be prepared for anything, “Ah hope we’re not too late?”

-Lieutenant Ashara Mavix: Chief of Security-

The new RTF lead walked into the transporter room with a small team of ‘RTF agents’ - whatever those were. Like elite hunters or something. She was wearing black tactical gear and a whole bunch of weapons she hadn’t even tried out yet. She had a backpack of equipment just like the rest of her small group. She simply nodded at everyone in the room and watched.

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

Brad walked in with two medical JOs, extensive field kits strapped to their persons. He wasn’t about to take chances with this thing. “We’re ready when you are, Commander.”

The Commander stood in the transporter room and observed as the team assembled. He cleared his throat and straightened up, placing his hands behind him.

“Alright everyone, you have your orders. Keep in mind, this anomaly is dangerous. We’ve taken every precaution, but it is up to you to follow the procedures set in place. Direct contact with the anomaly is still strictly prohibited.” He paused, looked around the room with slight squint,

“If anyone in your party, and I mean anyone starts behaving strangely, call up and have we’ll pull them out. If anyone attempts to handle the anomaly without proper equipment, use every non-lethal method at your disposal to prevent direct contact. If anyone manages to make direct contact with the anomaly, you are hereby authorized to attempt to contain them by any means necessary. Use of lethal force at this point will be reviewed by me and the Captain, per protocol. Any further questions?”

|Lt. Cmdr. Nyman, XO|

Lieutenant Bradley Maxwell
Chief Medical Officer

Dorian shook his head in the negative and waited.

• Dorian, CE/CA

She glanced at her team and then back at the XO, “We’re ready, Cmdr.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF

After giving a nod to the Transporter Chief, the crew members were beamed down in two waves. The party would find themselves on top of a small rocky hill overlooking the settlement, under light cover from some rock formations and low lying plant life.

Even from their position, you could hear it. Yelling. Screaming. Glass breaking. Metal clanging. Some colonists were feeling off into the nearby brush, limping or holding pressure against their wounds. One caught sight of the party, and with the last remaining strength they had stumbled up the incline. A young human male, clutching his neck with a cloth dripping in crimson. He struggled to reach the landing party. Through panting he pushed the words out,

“Please, h-help us… Ma’tok has-has…”

But he had nothing left, nothing left he could do but collapse onto the rocky soil.

|Lt. Cmdr. Nyman, XO|

Brad was moving before he finished speaking, tricorder in hand. “Leton, 130 ccs of Inaprovaline! Anderson, Commander, I need triage! Stop bleeding, beam them up!”

Lieutenant Bradley Maxwell
Chief Medical Officer

Dorian watched the panic passively. His role was engineer and containment architect until the the XO ordered otherwise.

• Dorian, CE/CA