Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Gong’Da (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Cross (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)
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Letting out a defiant cry in the face of this crash he bellowed out, “Now this is a landing worthy of a song!!” He would have said more but …

And since Gong’da was not strapped in he was hurled towards the Klingon like a tiny dart with razor sharp teeth. “Ahhhhhhh!”

Gong’da CMO

OOC: Love it!

OOC: I thought you would!

IC:
The tiny cry was the only warning Torgh had, but then that wasn’t enough when he felt an impact on his shoulder that pushed him forward, the already strained restraints complaining and one side snapping. A moment later the pain of a myriad of sharp teeth biting in reached him and his bellow was replaced with a growl of unrecognition. Reflex followed as he tried to remove the offending thing - only realizing that it was not a thing but the Nish’ma. A spark of reflexive fear ensued as he thought of poisoned fangs as he gripped Gong’da and yanked …
- Torgh

The 4’ 5” ferengi hung there a couple feet off the ground like a cat being held by its owner when it did something wrong. “Mind putting me down so I can help the wounded good sir.?”

Torgh looked at the blood around the physician’s mouth. “I suppose, now that you’ve eaten,” the Klingon replied, complying given that he wished as little contact with the demon as he could. He was, however, still concerned about poison in the fangs. It pained him and he was certain that he would have more pain soon as the adrenaline of the landing subsided. With both hands free, he unbuckled himself from the seat, the straps almost sighing with relief now freed from holding Torgh’s bulk. Idly he wondered where he stood in the queue, or whether a wound by the doctor put him at the back of the line.

“Much obliged.”

Standing amidst the wreckage he assessed things; he was the Counselor after all. Byr looked no worse for wear. Cross, however, wore worse.

Unfortunately Cross hadn’t been so bright either, that or macho, and hadn’t strapped in either. So he lay unconscious over the navigation console from the impact.

Cross COS

Emily also was not strapped in having barely had a chance to sit down from where she had been trying to reengage the dampners.

Emily Bradford

Byr unbuckled once the shuttle had landed, and looked around to see who else hadn’t been beaten around too much. “Was I the only one who wore my seatbelt?” he asked, his antennae flicking with curiosity. “Should we try and get in contact with the other group, let them know that something happened?” he asked, looking to the ranking officers for approval.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Amze also unbuckled herself before speaking, “You were not the only one, and I do have to ask if our communicators are even functioning after a crash like that?”

Amze Ezma

“I was wondering the same thing,” Byr replied as he tapped his commbadge to see if he was able to reach the rest of the crew that had come down beforehand.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Unsurprisingly the shuttle’s communications system was down. A dull static came through Byr’s comm badge as he tried to contact the other team. From the storage locker, their friendly Aussie pilot let out a weak and pained whimper.

Kallie carefully unbuckled her seat belt and made her way over to peer at him. She leant over and peered at the battered pilot as she sighed and shook her head. “This one’s broken…” she said simply and rather rudely closed the locker again, leaving Bucky trapped in the container. Ignoring the conscious crew, she made her way over to Gong’Da’s bag and pulled out his medkit. Stepping over the luggage that was now strewn about the cabin, she went over to Cross and pulled out a tricorder, proceeding to run a full and detailed scan on him.

Mother Hen

Cross had some broken ribs and a concussion from being thrown into the front console at such a velocity, it was a miracle that he didn’t have more serious internal injuries such as a burst spleen, liver or lungs from such an impact.

Cross

Gong’da got to Cross first and found his bag. He scanned Cross and noticed his injuries even though he could tell by the bruising. Since he didn’t have a sickbay all he could do was bandage and brace the ribs with items he found from the wreckage. He gave Cross a painkiller to help but did not want him put out because he may be needed.

Gong’da CMO

OOC: Cross is currently unconscious:)

As much as Torgh was not very technically oriented he could navigate around. Looking about he tried to determine whether there were any immediate threats to the safety of the crew - not the least from the damaged shuttle and possible fires or toxic leaks that could precipitate an evacuation. Byr was working at communications. This shuttle was not going to fly again - that much he could tell. Striding over wreckage he worked to get the hatch open to the outside. “Byr, do we know where we are in relation to .. anywhere?” he asked.
- torgh

Byr thought for a moment, thinking about the reading he had done on the way here, and learning about the culture and geography of the planet. Based on their trajectory when the shuttle started spinning out of control, and the fact they were in what seemed to be some jungle-like area, he considered his readings to think if they even landed near their intended destination. He also checked the plants to see if he could identify the flora of the location they were in, to get an idea of the climate.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Gong’da CMO

By some miracle, Byr’s tricorder and PaDD had actually survived the crash. Thankfully, although the shuttle was not going to be flying again, there was no immediate danger of explosion and nothing toxic leaking.

The shuttle had settled in the middle of a dense forest which stretched for several kilometres in each direction. According to Byr’s topographical information, they were approximately 40km from the resort but the journey to get there was not going to be easy. Once they had traversed through the jungle there was a wide river where the resort offered white water rafting, kayaking and a whole host of water sports but there was no way to cross. After that there was a large swamp and finally they would need to find their way up and over a mountain to actually get to the resort. Whilst there was a mountain trail, it would not be an easy climb.

Underneath one of the consoles, the frightened form of Ryalla whimpered and trembled as she cradled a badly broken arm. As she looked around the carnage in the shuttle, she rocked back and forth muttering to herself. “I’m sorry…I had to…”

Mother Hen