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

Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) 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)
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Gong’da heard Ryalla. “No you do not young lady!” He bellowed as he was trying to help another crew member. “We ALL leave as one unit! You get back in here! Besides you don’t know where you are going and you heard Bry talk about what might lay ahead. How are you going to manage that by yourself or with one person? Stay here and when the Captain gives the word, then we will move out as one! Got it?”

Gong’da CMO

“As thrilling as the journey sounds, I have to agree with the doctor on this one. In these situations, it’s always best to work together - there may be many obstacles that we won’t be able to face alone. And well, with our security chief out for the count, that’s going to make things even more difficult. Going off on your own is a sure way to get lost, and possibly starve to death,” Byr said matter of factly. “We’re a long way from where we’re meant to be - if we can try and at least get a distress call out to the resort, maybe the rest of the crew will be able to provide some assistance,” he said - his antannae twitching every now and then as he spoke.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Kallie glared at the irritating crew for a moment, she knew she could easily dispatch them without too much effort and she also knew she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but she had to admit to herself that she did quite like the company so let out a deep sigh and slumped cross-legged back on her seat, with her chin in her hands looking disgruntled and distinctly bored.

Torgh was relieved that the little demon masquerading as a doctor - they are clever! - was berating the young female. Which was well and good. He honestly was surprised at how the female could consider that and be ‘bored’ with all the carnage about them. It was a glorious landing, admittedly, somewhat rough, but still glorious. Setting down the collected ‘splints’ for the doctor to deal with, Torgh made his way back to the rear where the pilot had been summarily thrown. Opening the cabinet he inspected the young man. Dubbing him as injured but able, the Klingon took him up in his arms - surprisingly gently - to bring him forward to be attended to. “I will wager that you are one who always took the food that nobody else would try,” he said to the pilot.

“Byr, assist me. Clear a chair for the pilot and help me set him into it.” He didn’t look like another who would be easy to transport. With due care uncharacteristic of a Klingon he set the man down.
- Torgh, CNS

Byr nodded, seeing if there were any loose chairs from the crash that they could use for the pilot to sit on. “Here you go, you just have a seat right here while the doc does his thing. I’m going to get back to seeing if I can get that distress signal out,” Byr said to nobody in particular as he went back to work. He continued looking around the accessible points of the shuttle to see if there was anything else he could use, checking the state of various computers to see if he could make a makeshift comms array, even if it could only produce a short distress signal for a few hours.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

There was very little of the shuttle computers which had remained intact but by some miracle the communications panel was the one bit that was relatively unscathed, it would be possible for them to contact the other team on the surface although the range wouldn’t reach to the ship.

A groan came from the front of the shuttle as Cross began to shift a little as he tried to use the console to push himself up, one hand going to his head. Once succeeding in getting himself into a upright position he blinked for a few minutes trying to get his senses back. “Owww.” He moaned again,”Okay that landing hurt.” He slowly turned to check out everyone else. “Are we all alive?”

Cross COS

As they tried to work out what to do, Ossian peered at the shuttle through the trees. Taking a quick chuckle, he swooped over and poked his head through the hatch. Surveying the contents, he gleefully clapped his hands loudly. “My compliments! I wasn’t sure you’d survive the landing but I clearly underestimated you, I’m glad I chose you for my team. Now hurry up! I’ve got a lot riding on you, time to get moving!”

Mother Hen

OOC: Appologies all got waylaid with other posts but I am here now to get caught up.

IC:

The captain began by remaining silent observing his individual officers as they each composed them self. One by one he listed to them taking in the information that they gave out. Having processed the information he began to reply in a calm concise manner.

“Ch’riaqer, please put me to work I may be the ships commanding officer but before that I was a ships engineer for a number of years let me help. I am sure if we work together we can get the bare number of required systems online” the captain responded to the ensign having observed that a high number of ships systems were offline.

Whilst waiting for Ch’riaqer to respond Chris turned to here the latter part of Torghs conversation in witch he exclaimed that he was a Klingon “Klingon you are indeed. Sometimes I envy you Klingon Torgh with your resilience and strength.” the captain exclaimed in the hope that the crew spirit would be heightened.

“Cross we are alive how about yourself I need my Chief of Security in top condition to protect me” he went onto say as he turned toward Cross observing he was in some pain.

“Kallie stick with me please I want you out of the way and staying out of trouble.” the captain began by saying. Kallie was the one crew member he knew little about therefore, he knew it was the one crew member he needed to keep safe.

Johnson, CO

“Of course, captain - if you could work on at least getting the…” Byr began when the voice of Ossian interrupted him. “A lot riding on us?” he asked curiously. “What does that mean?” he added to the questioning. The odd response made Byr start to wonder whether or not this crash was more than just an accident.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

“What was it you wanted me to work on” the campain began by asking.

Upon seeing the strange being poking his head in the shuttle, Cross was reminded of his duties, injuries or no. Gritting his teeth he pushed himself to his feet and made his shaky way toward the hatch to confront this being. His head whirled and throbbed in time to the likely concussion he had there and his stomach was rebelling but he held it down with strength of will.
“Who are you?” He demanded of Ossian.

Cross COS

Ossian chuckled as he clicked his fingers and appeared back in the more familiar appearance and uniform of Lt Oshi with a grin. “Do you recognise me now?” he asked with a wink. Ryalla instinctively tensed up and shuffled backwards with a whimper. Hopping into the shuttle, Ossian knelt down next to the young Andorian. “You did very well little one, for a while I didn’t think you’d go through with it…” he mused as he paused for a moment, looking at the young girl with curiosity. Shaking his head he jumped back up and made his way back over to Cross.

Cross’s voice hissed out for a second as he did indeed recognize the irritating officer, father of Ryalla....Cross’s gaze slid over to Ryalla as he realized there was indeed something very strange going on here. His brows lowered in suspicion as his gaze returned to …”Oshi.” He said very deadpan and with a hardened expression now.

“Who or what I am is of no consequence to you, suffice to say, I am your sponsor for the next few days…” he laughed as he hovered a few feet off the ground. “Your comrades are currently guests of my friend, Lakirum, enjoying the pleasures of the resort but you’re going to want to get to them within 5 days or the consequences could be…unfortunate…for them. Given that you have quite a trek, I’d get moving if you want to see them again.” he added in a more sombre tone. As he looked around the cabin at the battered crew he sighed, they had not fared quite as well as he hoped they would in the crash. “Let me give you a little helping hand,” he said in a softer tone as he gently placed a hand on Cross’ shoulder. Within seconds his pain had dulled and he was able to think clearer. Ossian quickly made his way round the rest of them and did the same before stopping in front of Kallie. The two curiously peered at each other for a few moments before Ossian raised an eyebrow and gave her a wry smile with a shake of his head. “Interesting…” he remarked as he made his way back outside.

Cross’s first reaction to the contact of Oshi’s hand was to try and wrench away, but he could not. The man..if that was what he was…had a grip of iron. Then the pain from his ribs and head vanished. Cross blinked in surprise and his suspicion was solidified.

“Q!” He barked out as he stepped out to try and stop the other man.

“Come on then! Chop chop! Move out!” he barked before disappearing with a laugh.

Mother Hen

When Oshi disappeared Cross whirled around back to the Captain.”I think we are being played here, Captain by two very omnipotent beings, or something like that. He seemed very ‘Q’ like. Ryalla, what do you know about this? He is not your father is he?” He asked as his eyes fell on the girl.

Cross COS

Ryalla sniffed as she shook her head. “No…he’s not my father…” she replied quietly. “A month ago my father and I were on a survey mission on a small Andorian cruiser when Ossian appeared. He took my father prisoner and forced me to help him. He said I would never see my father again if I didn’t…” she added with a solemn sigh. “I’m so sorry Lt, I swear I didn’t know this would happen…” she wept softly. From the back of the shuttle, Bucky and Du’Ralle staggered out to join the rest of them.

Cross frowned but patted Ryalla’s arm.”Alright, it isn’t your fault then. Does he still have your father?” Oh great, he thought this was getting more complicated. Though, perhaps not so. It would not change what they needed to do. If they were successfully perhaps they could get Ryalla’s father back.

Oh lovely a Q-like being. Amze had been briefed on these things, and how impossible it was to deal with them. Nonetheless, she had her duty to attend to. “If so, they he is a horrible role model. Stranding one’s daughter out in the middle on no where does not seem like good parenting to me.”

Amze Ezma

Emily held her arm protectively over her ribs as she worked on getting the comms up, she worked quietly cursing under her breath. So much for resting and light duty. She turned the wrong way and hissed in pain as her ribs protested. “Working on comms. If you have a communicator that is working, notify the other team of our situation.” She said

Bradford (eng)

“I am incline to agree. Mr Cross. Q like indeed.” the captain began by saying baffled by the events that had recently taken place. “and if I know anything about Q’s its that this is only the beginning”. he continued by saying. “Cross, as security chief I find your Incite the most paramount of any situation. What are your recommendations” Chris asked.

Johnson, CO

“From every report I have read on the ‘Q’ there is not much we can do to change the circumstances and we cannot stay here. I would suggest, given his threat, that we pack supplies and try to reach the resort within 5 days. I guarantee that he won’t allow us to reach the ship for assistance so we will have to play this his way for now. Is everyone well enough to travel?” He asked looking around.

There was a time to speak and a time to be silent, even with a Klingon. He recognized the Captain’s means to bolster morale and accepted it, even as a Counselor, knowing what he was doing. There was nothing wrong with praise. The little being, however, was an enigma and he was silent as he watched the little being speaking and moving about. At the light touch his throbbing shoulder did feel better. He glanced at the Nish’ma who had caused it and then back, dubbing the little one more a Kael’ma, or a angel like being. Of course Torgh knew they were neither, this was one of his small flights of fancy. Glancing again at the CMO he shrugged inwardly. Mostly.

The people now appeared to be well, or well enough to travel. While the others were working Torgh felt that there was a trip coming. And with a trip came the need for supplies. He turned to busy himself with seeking out what rations and the like there was, after first double checking whether there was power for the replicator. Why scrounge for ration sticks when he could make them.
- Torgh

Cross nodded in approval to Torgh as he too moved over to a storage container and began to look for packs to store any supplies they found.”Doctor I would suggest finding any medical supplies on board that we can easily travel with. We need food, tricorders, medical supplies, palm lights, and any survival gear that can be found.” He began to look for any said survival gear such as rope, thermal blankets, tenting and/or canvas, etc.

Cross COS

Letting Emily deal with the comms repairs, Byr turned his attention into getting the gear they would need for the travel they were about to go through. “Well, from the scans I was able to get from this place, we’ll have to deal with some difficult obstacles on the path,” Byr mentioned in addition to what Cross had said. He knew he would be much more helpful preparing for the journey and began gathering what he could that Cross had spoken about, and to ensure readiness for their journey ahead.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

After Gong’da finished up with the last patient he nodded to Cross. “As you wish. The Kling… the Counslor here brought me over some useful makeshift splints. I will gather material to use for bandages and gauze. I will look for the med kit here as well and add it to my own. ” With that Gong’da went about searching.

Gong’da CMO

Thankfully most of the damage to the shuttle had been in the front of the craft so the supplies in the lockers at the back were relatively unscathed. They would find plenty of emergency rations, climbing gear, a small medkit and plenty of water. As they collected up what they could, they heard a shout for help coming from outside the shuttle. “Please! Someone help me!” a voice called out from the trees.

Mother Hen

Holstering a phaser, Cross moved over to the open doorway and looked out toward the calling voice. Was this another trick?

Cross COS

Emily groaned “Q” ~really…just what we need now.~ She followed Cross out and looked up to see who was now in trouble. Checking her surroundings “I need to check the outer hull of the shuttle, see if there is anything salvageable that might help us.” She said “We also still need to contact the other away team and let them know we’re in trouble.” She said “Or let the Connie know we’re in trouble. Perhaps our Qlike friend can help with that....” She didn’t finish the thought outloud.

Emily Bradford (eng)