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“I would suggest moving while we have daylight, but also to look for food while we do so,” Byr replied to Bradford. “I’ll keep an eye out, sir,” he responded, not expecting to ever be directly addressed by the captain at his current rank, he was taken slightly off guard when the Captain said his name. He then began to look around for anything that could be used as a possible food source for the journey they had ahead of them.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer, Science

Gong’da got up and brushed himself off and wiped blood from his mouth. “I will be on the lookout for plants, roots, leaves and the like to make medicine. “

Gong’da CMO

“And seasoning for my leg, no doubt,” Torgh muttered. He shook his leg to get some feeling back into it before taking a few steps away … enough that he could keep an eye on the others and especially the little demon. “I’m ready to move out.” He looked toward the Captain, “Sir, it would be good .. morale .. to put some distance between here move to our destination.” It would also keep the Ferengi busy in trying to keep up and not thinking of taking more chunks out of him. But that said, it was better to do something than nothing and just stand there milling about.
- Torgh

Gong’da laughed at his remark.

From behind the bush a deep sigh could be heard. “Um, I don’t mean to be pushy but a hand would be nice!” An irritated voice called out.

Having crawled out of the shuttle and dusting herself off, Ryalla’s antennae twitched as she heard a familiar sound. “…dad…?!” She asked in a whimper before running over behind the bush. “Please help my dad!” She squeaked to the team as she gripped onto him, afraid to let go.

The tricorder readings showed a large group of the small creatures moving towards them from deeper in the forest.

Mother Hen

Hearing someone was in trouble he turned and ran to help.

Gong’da CMO

“Where’s your dad?” Emily asked following the small one toward the bush. She looked at Gong’da “Was this your idea of light duty?” She asked him with a chuckle.

Bradford (eng)

Gong’da was panting a little from everything that was happening abs now trying to keep up with everyone going to help with his little legs.. Hearing Bradford’s response he chuckled.

“No. This is not what I had in mind either!”

Torgh sighed back, which, for a Klingon sounded more like a throaty growl. At this rate they would be making camp here for the night. Dad? What was this that was going on? And what of these little people? Were they relations of the Nish’ma? Did ‘they’ want a bite out of him too? His senses as a Klingon bade him to ‘do’ something, some form of action. The Counselor side felt they needed activity too but for the life of him, with these ‘visitors’ he didn’t know what. Yet.
Torgh
OOC: ran out of time on this .. more next

Gong’da CMO

Emily gave a wry smile and turned her attention back to the girl “Now, where’s your father?” She asked gently

Bradford (eng)