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OOC: So long as you keep posting for the NEs, it would be fine … :)

GM

OOC: alright!

IC: As Chase and Ollie got split, Ari went straight for two kilometers before encountering the farm gate. It wasn’t that fancy, either too much technological, it was some sort of old ranch of the 50s of south Dakota or in the Texas.
“Heyo? Someone’s here?” He shouted to call attention from the occupants as he put in the tricorder in its casing.

“Yes,” a very suave gentlemanly voice sounded out. A middle aged man, probably in his late forties emerged. He was dressed with a long sleeved creamed coloured shirt but no tie. He also wore had overalls over the shirt. His shirt sleeves were rolled to just below his elbows. He had dark hair and very slightly pointed ears. Not pointed enough to be Romulan but his facial features bore great resemblance to the Romulans,. “Ah! Starfleet, I presume. What can I do for you?”

Ari immediately checked behind the man, like he was somewhat curious of the farmland that the Romulan-like man had behind, and when he realized the question he composed himself and formally started a dialogue “oh Good afternoon, Mr....?” He didn’t knew the name of the Farmer

“Well I am here as you assumed under jurisdiction of the UFP and Starfleet. I am here to investigate this place. Would you be that gentle to respond to some question about this place?”
The Lieutenant asked to the man.

“If I can help,” the man replied, “I will answer your questions.” The man did not smile but Ari could clearly see emotions pass through his face. He was definitely not Vulcan but the ridges on the forehead that was characteristic of the Romans were not as pronounced.

“Alright let’s start with the basis..” the Lieutenant resumed “uhm, let’s see, so wow this place is beautiful but may I know when have you settled here? Also if you have ever noticed something weird happening on this town. I don’t know, some sort of black marketing, science experiments, plasma balls?” Ari was pretty much confused of what to ask.

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At the same time, Chase was filled with vegetation everywhere. He wasn’t sure if it was the place that was that scary or the fact that the only tricorder was doing weird sounds. “Well… what to do?”

As he moved gingerly through the vegetation, wondering what to make of it, his foot suddenly sank into a sinkhole. The foot stopped about 10 centimetres into the hole. It felt damp and there was liquid seeping into his trouser leg. Looking down, he found himself staring at his right foot ankle deep in some kind of black mud.

“Oh jesus, not like this.” Chase tempted to free his leg and put the tricorder on the edge of the sinkhole. It did not take too much time to realize that he was really in trouble. Soon or after the night would have come and he still was stuck inside that hole with the nasty smelling liquid
“Alright, what is this?” He took again the tricorder and started scanning the liquid-like stuff.

=/\= This is NE Chase, I’m sending you some datas about a liquid that… trapped me. Can you check it and determine whether it is mud or something else… ugh this stuff stinks.=/\= Chase called the Odin.

The tricorder said that what he was standing in was a compost pit that included the waste matter of herbivorous animals. It was compost and manure …

“Oh no…” Chase almost puked “I need to get out of here… jesus.” As he laid down the hard land, Chase remembered how to get out from the liquid sand. Maybe the concept would have worked the same in a pool of manure “Alright. One,” he started counting “two,” he then relaxed the leg “three! Come on!” And started pulling. Slowly and steadily, Chase started to crawl the lands but not for long as he was out of breath.
“Oh… ugh…”

=/\= Odin, this is Chase… Uh, I would love some assistance, I am stuck in some Manure pool. Please respond!=/\=

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Ollie, instead, got into the poor districts full of gents that seemed from various kind of wealth. And so he was looked by everyone when he walked through them with those fancy uniforms and tricorder in hand “Jesus…” Ollie whispered into the nothing.

Lieutenant Jr. grade Ari Kux Salemberger - CSO

Although he did not hear anything rude from the people around him, he definitely felt stared down from behind. One of the gents came up to him and said, “Looks like you’re lost or something. Who are you looking for? Where are you headed?”

GM

Ollie was scared when one of those poor talked behind him, making him jump and make the tricorder slip from his hands “Oh no. This is some precious stuff.” He immediately went taking the device on the ground. After he stood up, he looked around and saw this young-man.
“W-who are you? No I don’t need help, I guess.” He was confused “Uhm… now that I think, can I ask you something about this place? I am an officer of Starfleet. I am here for some investigation stuff. Meh, I didn’t even wanted this job.” He questioned the man

Lieutenant Jr. grade Ari Kux Salemberger - CSO

The man smiled. “What do you want to know?”

GM

“Oh man, uhm.” Ollie was still confused “Alright, do you perhaps remember the first time the town was built? For this survey we are searching for something out of the normal as we think there’s something on this planet that may explain the presence of a protectorate…” the NE asked with the tricorder in hand, still recording stuff.

Lieutenant Jr. grade Ari Kux Salemberger - CSO