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)

Posted by Civilian Amze Ezma (Cultural Adviser) in Main Sim - 2nd Shuttle (att Team 2)
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“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.

Torgh couldn’t help but not overhear - the shuttle was only so big, or should he say small. Most shuttles were small for the Klingon. It reminded him of building forts as a child. He preferred to charge the position rather than be in the stifling fort made of blankets and furniture. That said, was he hearing what he thought he was hearing? A Q like being having emotional issues? Oh Kahless, do not let me have to counsel a Q!

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

Cross could see a shaky and wrinkled hand waving weakly from behind a nearby bush.

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)

Torgh filled a pack with incidentals. He was not sure whether they would necessarily need ‘water’ what with the tropical nature of where they were. Rather than packing water - others could do that. he focused on rations and water tablets for the filtration bottles. Nearly done that he too heard the call for help. ‘More?’ he thought? Frowning he moved to the ruined front of the shuttle and peered out with a scowl. For omnipotent beings they certainly were short on ‘beaming’ them to their destination and big on annoyance.
- Torgh

As they sorted through their provisions, the shuttle suddenly shifted to the left, sending them hurtling into each other. Deftly jumping out of the way of being squished again, Kallie leapt up to the shuttle hatch which was now above them and peered out. “Um…we appear to be sinking…” she remarked as the shuttle slowly started sinking into the edge of a marsh next to where they had landed.

Mother Hen

Her various years of panicking over being caught trying to mutiny had prepared Amze for quickly packing things away. Her hands a blur, she stacked things in her pack with enviable precision, akin to Tetris players of old. Turning to the others, she called, “Unless we can get some power to slightly move us away, I’d suggest we hurry up and get out.”

Amze Ezma
Everyone out now with what you have!” Cross called out as he quickly checked that he had a couple of phasers and his communicator was attached firmly to his tunic. “Ezma, give me that pack and hop out!” He stood near the door to help everyone out before he would jump free himself.

Cross COS
OOC: I am LOA this weekend but assume Cross is helping everyone out and getting out himself.:)

Krys

As Gong’da raced to exit the shuttle he looked at the Q like being once he got out. Panting and mad about what was happening he yelled at him while thrusting his tiny finger into the guy’s face.

“Now listen here you dolt! What is the big idea?
Why do not you use your great powers on saving the shuttle so we can be better prepared for your little game?! Better yet! Why do not you just snap your fingers and transport us to the location we are supposed to go to? I swear on all the Latnium in the universe that if I die on this journey, I will come back and haunt you for eternity and I know you know what that feels like!”

It was a little comical having a 4‘5” Ferengi yelling at a supposed god.

Gong’da CMO

Byr nervously raises his hand noticing that the Q-like being had already departed and he went over to the Ferengi, “I will be honest, every experience that Starfleet has had with the Q, they will only do what you ask if they get bored, which isn’t likely considering the shuttle is sinking. That’s their culture, their a rather trickster race - based on what I’ve read. I think the best thing to do right now is to help us grab what we can so that we can keep as much of it as possible, doctor”

Byr then helped get as much of the important gear that he would feel the would need, climbing gear, med packs, tricorders, rope, and some of the food and water, helping the others save what they could from the sinking shuttle.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science