Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Main Sim Tour of the Science Installation

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Main Sim Tour of the Science Installation

Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Main Sim Tour of the Science Installation
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Dagen nodded to Tom. Yeah, giant attacking rodents were important. ‘Sounds like a teenager’ Dagen thought to himself but didn’t voice. Maybe to Reia later .. seismic attacks. Dome that was a sphere to defend from all angles. He peered at the sphere, and a thought came to him. “Why would they bother .. attacking. That word suggests intent. That shield presupposes that you don’t leave food out for them.” By his tone he was inferring they were rather more than rudimentary. Rodents, at least most, would not go into areas where they would put themselves into danger without good reason. He glanced to Reia and Tom. There was more going on than for sure. The question was, was this in any way a danger or problem - Della sounded as if they were an inconvenience - so not a danger, but ethically this could be problematic. Sure these Volians could be just that, an overgrown rodent annoyed at being woken up early, or that of ethics whereby said Volians were more than they seemed and so crossing a line.
- Dagen, CE

Tom shrugged at Dagen’s statement.

“Predators and territorial herbivores and omnivores have been known often to attack things that they have thought were impinging upon their territory, threats to their young, or just because they’re hostile. Consider the vanzar beast of Tranky. They’re huge, entirely herbivorous and feed on large grasses but, if something they deem a threat comes anywhere near them, they immediately charge with the intent to crush it. What they decide is a threat is unknown as they have a tendency to attack almost anything that moves within a certain proximity of them. And when I say large, I mean something that could crush a small cargo transport.”

Tom looked around for a moment.

“Of course if these volumes are nothing more than an animal coming out of hibernation, the attacks might be in an effort to search for an immediate food source as they would probably be very hungry. To really know, we need more information.”

Dagen’s experience with critters was pretty small, or even with big critters. He tipped his head in acknowledgment to Tom, deferring to his greater knowledge. The guy was a walking encyclopedia! His typical largest worry with regard to animals was keeping the little ones from chewing on optical cable or relay connections. With essentially a career in space there wasn’t much room for running into animals.

Tom then looked pointedly at Della.

“I don’t suppose you have any files or documentation on these creatures that you can make immediately available to us would you?”

• Tom, IntSec

Tom and Dagen had basically covered everything Reia was thinking. She had a feeling that Della needed somebody who appeared to be on her side though. Perhaps that would help smooth things and get the information more quickly and with less of a fuss.

“This does seem like quite the little situation you have here. While I can understand you not including it in your briefing to us, or any shift that came before us, we really wish you had. I have only one question, how far back in your history do these attacks as you call them go?”

• Reia, CIO/Comms

Point noted there too. Some history would be useful and how did they come about to being so near to an installation? Still, it was better than say Gorn raining down fire from on high. Their fancy cloak wouldn’t be much good with them either, Dagen mused. These big moles would likely be operating from vibrations in the earth or smell or other senses rather than sight.
- Dagen

=/\=Gen..sis and …way teams, please return …palace .... let …drill proceed unencumber… our presence.=/\= Came through their comm badges. It was the Captain’s voice but highly static-filled. Luckily there was enough information to indicate what the Captain wanted.

Dagen listened intently to the message. It was broken up but seemed to be pretty clear. “Recalled to the palace,” he said, summing up the message.

Della let out a deep breath and signaled for a few of her people to approach. “I am sorry but communications between anyone other than our military and chief science officials have been terminated. You are safe,” she spoke as if they were small children scared by a storm. “I can have someone bring you the information you seek but it is of little matter. The Volians will attack the designated areas of the cities not under the shielding and when they are satiated they will retreat to the ground.”

“You mean to say that an order from the captain is to be ignored? It may have come from your superiors,” he cautioned, while inside being irked. He wasn’t afraid of these creatures - it was hard to be afraid of that which they knew so little of. Della was not concerned. More annoyed and inconvenienced and unconcerned. “How are areas designated? And what do they eat?” While the practical mind of his considered that they put out food for them where they could eat it and then go, he was concerned at there being an attack on what was not shielded of the cities. Why not move food elsewhere? Or protect the cities?

“You asked earlier about our history with them. It goes back to the ancient times. We are now in a symbiosis with them. They Harvest and then we are left alone for another year. It is the way of things.”

GM Kate

“You make it sound as though they are the dominant group on the planet,” he commented. While he knew there were forces of nature such as insect cycles and the like that ravaged whole areas and were let to do so, this seemed to be something that directly affected the populace. Symbiosis?
- Dagen, CE

Reia had a sense that Della would not appreciate the Volians being called the dominant group on the planet. She however thought it was a brilliant maneuver, or messed up of words. She would also rather be back with the Captain, Della’s company was getting as large as her presence.

• Reia, CIO/Comms

“In the past, we just tried to fight them off,” Della began to speak in a highly clinical tone as if this was a science experiment. She was aloof and detached proving she was more irritated than concerned as she explained. There was no way the Beltrans were going to be able to brush this away. The Federation was nosy. Now that they learned there were more cities and about the Volians it was better just to tell them. They were scientists after all. They would understand the need for the actions being taken.

“When we actively engaged in conflict with the Volian’s we lost important people. Scientists, doctors, scholars, artisans, politicians,” she listed off a slew of professions. “How was our society expected to grow and evolve unless we came to an agreement. We allow them to Harvest a percentage,” she paused and added, “a controlled and tactically selected percentage of the populace once a year. This is why the shielding is so important,” Della now showed the blindsided hubris of science. “It allows us to focus on science instead of war.”

GM Kate

Dagen frowned, noticeably, and strove to not react in his response. About to say something Reia stepped in.

“Well, I certainly thank you for your brutal and clinical honesty. Such things are appreciated among the species of the Federation. I’m certain you, being an intelligent member of your species, must understand that not all people view things the way that you do. I’m not making a judgment, just explaining a situation.”

Reia had the distinct sense this might not end well but that was not her place to discuss, at this time, with Della.

• Reia, CIO/Comms

Tom do that this was one of those cultural differences that wasn’t going to sit well with starfleet. The seasonal sacrificing of a percentage of the population to appease creatures when they woke up for a feeding cycle just wasn’t going to go over well with the brass.

• Tom, IntSec

“That is not a symbiosis. That is .. just not,” Dagen said. “A symbiosis is for mutual benefit. I am part of that. I live that. My name is Dagen Thor. Dagen is my name. Thor belongs to my symbiot. Are there not indigenous herds to divert them to? Ways to insert an artificial food rather than sacrifice what could become a prominent scientist, doctor, scholar, artisan, or politician? Surely there is a better way.” They were, to Dagen, moving in the path of convenience, denoting an expendable underclass of their citizenry. That in any history had never ended well.
- Dagen, CE

“Well obviously we have tried that,” Della stated, her voice thick with disgust and irritation. She rolled her eyes and used her height to look down on them as if they were small children who did not understand a simple concept. “How does one fend off an enemy that swarms by the thousands and attacks like a wave on the sea engulfing one in a second? Would you prefer we kill all of them off? Trust me we have tried to find other viable hosts but the Volian’s reject it. Evolution has preselected out race as compatible with theirs. Over the millennia they evolved from smaller hosts to larger ones. Larger hosts allowed for larger Volians. Now if we present them with alternative hosts, which we have, the Volian young don’t survive the birth or starve to death after. So as you can see…it is a symbiosis.” Della seemed far more concerned about proving her scientific point than indicating that they were essentially sentencing anyone to death who was ill or a felon by opening up the prisons and hospitals.

Thins were slowly dawning on Dagen and the prospects of this was horrifying. They sentenced others of their kind to death so that the Volians who were the enemy would live? “So these Volians inhabit your people and feed on them. Your people die and these Volians who you call an enemy live?” If that was true this wasn’t a symbiosis; they were parasites that matured inside these people. About to say that he was interrupted by the technician .. but .. why would they care for the Volians to even live? What benefit did they get from the Volians’ survival?

“Ma’am,” a technician yelled out, “we are tracking a potential problem. The Genesis crew would see a series of underground tunnels under certain spots without sheilding which could reasonably be assumed were the hospitals and prisons she spoke of as being the sacrificed spots for the Beltrans. Touching the screen he pointed out a new tunnels seemed to be forming without any predictability.” Tracing his finger along the screen, it could reasonably be assumed that something was causing the Volians to spread out in all directions by the appearance of newly created tunnels everywhere. Several of these tunnel branches seemed to be approaching the military, science, and capital city. It could also be inferred that the seismic tremors were increasing in strength as the tunnels neared the military installation.

“No no no no,” Della stated. “They should not be doing this. They should be using their own typical paths and not venturing into new ones.” The ground shook hard enough that if one was not prepared for it, one might fall over.

“How do they sense where to go to feed?” Dagen asked. The only ‘new’ parameter in this equation was that there were Starfleet people in each of those locations. But if these were ‘shielded’ then what was the problem? Della said shielded areas were safe. Unless they weren’t and relied on distraction of the Volians to the usual feeding grounds.

“Ma’am without the military we should start evacuations from this facility. If the Volian’s arrive we will not be able to hold them off.”

GM Kate

Dagen

“They should not know where we are,” Della seemed to care more about why the tech was failing versus their impending disaster.

“I told you there was a risk deploying the shielding underground,” a scientist at another station snapped. “Even though it was small there is a vibration to the shielding when powered on. That harmonic could have been a enough traveling into the rock to make any place of it was deployed an X on the map. You have killed us.” As if to punctuate the words the walls and floors seemed to shake as if ready to tumble down.

Della looked up finally sensing the seriousness of the situation fully. “We need to get to the shuttle we took to come here,” she said to Dagen in almost a whisper. The whispered direction was explained by the math. There was only about 10 seats on the shuttle. There had to be over a thousand people in the facility.

GM Kate

Reia had been mostly quiet during this exchange but, she had quickly deduced where this situation was going. Standing quickly she glanced around and decided on her next actions.

“I think your friends, yeah, I use the term loosely, are looking for some more intelligent things to sustain them. Perhaps you should have opened your scientific centers of learning and not your hospitals and prisons. I’m not going to let my companions die just because you don’t know how to manage your problems. We’re out of here people. I don’t care if they come with us or not.”

Reia had given an order. People could complain about it later if they chose to. She didn’t give a damn about rank, propriety, or anything else of the like. If she couldn’t run fast enough she would simply jump on her mates back. She was not going to die for them.

• Reia, Intel/Comms