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Charles filled in for Bor since the door to the office was now shut, “..The miners and search groups both went with standard environmental breather masks, as well as having station posts every half a kilometer or so for emergency shelters as per procedures. As for the rebreathers of the mine themselves? They were up till all this trouble started fine to my knowledge.” Charles said.

Cleolet listened to the conversation as she walked. If she was right the others could be in danger, as if it was power drain, even if they had a fantastic system it could still fail. Maybe they should have some EV suits beamed down just in case. She’d make her suggestion later. For now she was content to listen to the others after all it might come up in conversation.

Ensign Cleolet (Engineer)

Having examined the scans, Roman read out the results. “No life signs besides the security team to a depth of 1.5 miles. No obvious gases or anything else dangerous,” he said. “I’m no geologist but this is quite a rich mine. And no clues as to where the crew went, or what happened to them.”

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Leading the group then down the hall, they soon came back out into the open, heavy rain pelting their uniforms quickly to be soaked. The group would end up trudging down three blocks past some hurrying colonists carrying bags of goods from a shop nearby, before they rounded a corner and came upon the collection of solar batteries and generator collectors. Higher up the hill were spinning wind farms to boot. Taking shelter inside a maintenance shed Charles turned to the landing party. “..Feel free to take your scans and poke around, or run diagnostics if you want. I’m going to hunker down in here to dry up a little before we move on to where ever you want to go next.” he said.

With Alden taking the last Rifle, Anderson wasn’t entirely sure what to do, so he peered over the man’s shoulder at the scanner results. The rain wasn’t a lot of fun, and he wiped off his shoulders, trying to get a little drier.

Anderson, Sec/Sci

And right about that time the comm officer would speak up, “In comming contact from the landing party, Captain.”

=C=Yeoman Rand to Sentinel. There have been some unidentified disturbances (OOC or if they were I can’t find what they were called. Please correct me if so) that is knocking the power systems out. We are proceeding to the solar power collectors to examine them before heading towards the mines.=C= She wasn’t sure what else Ford would want relayed over open comms, and she they already knew a great many people were missing so that was not anything to report. =C= Other than heavy rain the landing party is intact.” An idea.... “We could use some all weather gear and some rebreathers. The colony may not have enough extras for when we get to the mine. Simply precautionary.=C=

Yeoman Rand

Ford waved his men to a loose perimeter about the solar collectors. “See what you can find for us, Ensign Cleolet,” he told the Caitian. “Be thorough but quick. Let’s get us all out of this miserable weather.” The last was muttered under his breath as he scanned the rain-filtered darkness around them, adjusting his grip on the phaser rifle.

COS Ford

IC: “Yes Sir” Replied Cleolet respectfully as she set her tri-corder to scan. She wanted to see of she could detect any unusually power fluctuation or drains, or any viruses that might have caused the issue. While her tri-corder was doing it think. Cleolet placed it on the ground in as dry a place as possible. She looked to the away team. “Would one of you mind grabbing the wand for me and just running it over the generator? “She asked

Once the away team had responded She then moved over to the side of the generator and too out a sonic screwdriver. She then took off a few panels so she could see the internals of the Generator. Cleolet always liked to do a visual inspection, after all being a Caitian she had better eyesight then almost all other humanoid species. She was looking for any corrosion, rusting or and burn marks that might indicate some sort of power surge or environmental factor that was causing the issues.

Ensign Cleolet (Engineer)

OOC: Reply coming in later tonight or tomorrow sorry!

GM CockRoach