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Recalling his days in the Academy Johnson pondered back to the multiple seminars he had taken on the Q. Johnson tried to piece together the different aspects from the events that were currently taking place in order to match them up to all of the personality traits that he knew were common attributes that came with a Q.

Johnson, CO

“Aye sir.” Cross said as he followed the last of the crew out of the craft then he looked toward the area where the cry had come from.”Perhaps we should go see who needs help.” He suggested as he looked around the immediate area, keeping his eye open for any danger to the group.

Cross COS

“I agree Cross lets triage everyone so we have a clear understanding of who is injured and who is not along with determining what tasks each person is completing” the captain went on to say visually analysing everyone as he did.

Johnson, CO

As the shuttle slowly disappeared under the water with a disgruntled bubbling noise, Oshi appeared on a nearby tree branch with a chuckle. “I did warn you that you needed to get moving…” he laughed as he floated down and loomed over Gong’da. “You’re a feisty little one aren’t you? But I am not a Q, I have never been a Q and unless you want to spend the rest of your life as a tube grub, you will refer to me as Ossian, my race prides ourselves on individuality unlike the almighty, egotistical Q who deem themselves to be above that…but I digress…” he shook his head as he transformed into a 20th century army general and gave a sharp blow on his whistle.

“Company, move out!” he barked with a grin. “Oh, I left a little present for the brat over there…” he added as he pointed towards the waving hand before disappearing.

Mother Hen

As the leader of both the away team and ship Chris walked over to the omnipotent being hoping to speak to him. “Ossian, my name is…” the captain began to bellow out halting as he saw the unknown individual disapparate. “Well I guess he’s not the type to stick around and chat” he concluded by saying

Johnson, CO

As much as he found himself wanting to dislike the little demon .. despite having been ‘healed’ he could still feel its teeth in his shoulder .. Torgh had to admire the spunk of the little fellow. “Not a Q. I quite thought the Q were individuals, at last the ones that deigned to harass us.” He adjusted his pack and moved farther up and away from the mud and quicksand as it were that was the gravesite of the shuttle. “Perhaps,” he said, continuing his commentary, “they are not Q as they say. Shall we just call them the ‘Ohhh’?” His intent on this was to garner a chuckle and lift some spirits - he was the counselor after all. He needed to keep an eye on everyone on this grueling trip ahead. Apart from mud, Torgh was looking forward to this challenge; he was looking at it as though it were a battle. And it was. Torgh did, however, look in the direction of where Ohhh had pointed. What present might that be? A sippy cup?
- Torgh