Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Surra and Dean

Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Surra and Dean

Posted by Lieutenant Surra Almikaz (CSO) in Surra and Dean
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Wherever Dean and Vanessa had slipped off to, it was well hidden. The people in the room swallowed them which was odd given that the crew of the Genesis was all about a foot shorter and not blue. They should have been easy to spot and yet they were not. The only place that was not within Surra’s gaze was a large balcony off to the left of the room. Delicate white curtains that were almost transparent fell from the ceiling to the floor and billowed slightly in the wind. It would be the perfect place to slip away if one wanted some privacy.

GM Kate

Surra moved through the crowd as the room buzzed with activity, her eyes scanning every corner for any sign of Dean and Vanessa. Frustrated by the Beltrans blcking any good view she had, she frowned slightly, as her attention was drawn to the large balcony on the left. The delicate white curtains danced in the breeze, creating an enticing veil of privacy. Could Dean and Vanessa have slipped away there? She made her way towards the balcony. Her steps were deliberate, her senses heightened as she approached the billowing curtains.
Pushing them aside, Surra stepped onto the balcony.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

Exiting the small room he had taken Vanessa, Dean scanned the room for his people. Touching his comm badge Dean called out to the rest of his team for a head count. Nodding his attention was drawn to Almikak. Slipping through the room, he came up behind Surra. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, “Anyone special we should be looking for?” With all the noise in the room and the fact he was a security officer, Dean wasn’t sure if he surprised her or not with his comment.

Lt. Dean

Surra’s heart skipped a beat as she felt an unexpected presence behind her, their warm breath tickling her ear. She quickly spun around to face them, realizing it was Dean there was surprise in her eyes. Surra craned her neck to look over his shoulder, as she asked, “Where is Vanessa?”

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

“Why are you concerned? She is a big girl and you seem to have other things to be concerned about,” Dean replied nodding towards the center of the room. Looking up they would see King Casper Artemis had stepped up on a circular dias that slowly rose several feet in the room. The platform turned transparent as it separated from the marble flooring. It was an ostentatious way to gain the room’s attention as the king seemed to float above them.

“My people,” the king’s voice bellowed through the room. It echoed as if the King was using a microphone so that no one was unable to hear his message no matter where they were in the room. “Our guests are enamored with our culture and people. The Captain,” he gestured to Calvin which caused the room to make a path as they say in the military, “has begged me for a chance to see more of our glorious world. I have decided to permit him this honor. General Trell will escort those that want to see our defenses and Della Dharma will escort those that want to see our science and technology. These two groups will go tonight to see our world and all the wonders it will bring to the Federation.” The room broke into murmurs as the partying Beltran’s whispered among themselves sending scurried looks to the Federation officers.

“It seems you are about to go on a field trip unless you want to play Sherlock Holmes.” Dean glanced about the room hiding his reservations behind a stoic expression.

A female Beltra walked directly at them and paused staring at Surra’s uniform before moving out onto the balcony. Turning to face Dean, Della Dharma addressed him directly. “I have told your scientists and engineers to meet me here. If your people need a second invitation to visit our science station they must not have the scientific curiosity we do.”

GM Kate

Although she was torn between getting on the shuttle that was headed for the Beltran Science Center and locating Vanessa, Surra wasn’t about to let this go. She squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. “I’ll play whatever role necessary, but my first concern is ensuring Vanessa is okay.” Surra was sure that Vanessa left with Dean against her will. If she could just talk with her and make sure she is okay. “The well-being of my colleague takes precedence over some alien technology. ” Surra pushed past Dean and headed for the balcony, her senses on high alert.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

bump
OOC: I am curious to see where this goes :)

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

Dean watched Almikaz trudge off onto the balcony and let out an annoyed groan. Tapping his comm badge he stated, =/\=we got another sheep straying from the herd. Keep your eyes on the old man until I deal with this.=/\= The message only was received by his team but Dean was not quiet about delivering it.

Coming up behind Surra on the balcony Dean whistled loudly to get her to stop. “If you want to talk to the good counselor you are never going to find her out here. I mean did you see her tonight? She would not get ten feet in a foot race wearing those twelve-inch stilettos but she was never the outdoorsy type unless it was in Jamaica Plains Park.” Ending his conversation with Surra, Dean tapped on his badge. =/\=Oh pumpkin you want to tell your CSO that I have not driven you out into the countryside, tied you up…left you for dead?=/\= Dean looked over at Surra with an expression showing he was clearly irritated.

=/\=Seriously,=/\= Vanessa’s equally irritated voice came back. =/\=See that was your problem Zach. You always assumed you were so funny when you aren’t and don’t call me pumpkin. I freaking hate that.=/\=

Dean looked over at Surra and waited for her to react.

Lt. Zach Dean

Bump

Surra’s eyes flared with annoyance as she turned to face Dean, her jaw set in a hard line. His casual tone and dismissive attitude only fueled her frustration. She had always taken her duties seriously, and seeing Vanessa safe didn’t erase the panic she had felt or the responsibility she bore.

“I don’t care for your jokes, Dean,” Surra snapped, her voice cutting through the night air.

“Then maybe you should not just to conclusions before you know the situation,” he responded back as dismissively.

“Whether or not I misinterpreted the situation, my concern was…still is Vanessa’s safety. That’s my duty as her colleague and as part of this team.”

“Are you dating her now,” he looked at Surra with an irritating smile.

She crossed her arms, staring him down. “You might find this amusing, but it’s not a game to me. If anything, they made her more determined to verify Vanessa’s condition herself. Dean’s expression of irritation didn’t faze her; it only solidified her resolve.
As Vanessa’s voice crackled through the comm badge, Surra felt a mix of relief and residual anger. Vanessa was clearly alive and able to express her displeasure.

Surra rolled her eyes, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and without a response, she walked past Dean to try to find a shuttle to meet the others so she could observe the Beltran technology. *I can’t believe I wasted my time. From now on, I need to mind my own business.” she said to herself

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

Dean followed behind her as he was heading with the scientific team on the tour. “Why were you watching us anyway,” he asked. “I mean there are 500 people in the room. Were you watching me, the Captain, or her? Me dragging her off was not that visible so you had to be watching one of us to notice the event?” He kept pace with her as they walked ot the nearby shuttle.

Dean, security team.

GM Kate

OOC: We have the science team at the facility. If you want to keep writing this we can but you can also join the scientists there or remain at that Palace. It is up to you which direction you go. ~ Kate

Surra ignored Dean’s questions, her focus solely on reaching the shuttle to join the others at the facility. Her boots clacked sharply against the floor, each step echoing her annoyance. She had no intention of entertaining Dean’s insinuations. The situation had already taken up too much of her mental bandwidth, and she was eager to shift her attention to something more productive.

As she reached the shuttle bay, the sleek, silver vessels stood ready, their engines humming (OOC: Let me know if this is okay? I assume there would be shuttles she can take to meet up with the rest of the team). Surra stepped inside one, she took a deep breath, trying to center herself. The hum of technology around her was a familiar comfort, a reminder of why she chose this path in the first place.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

OOC: Sure.... the rest of the team is at the facility in this post. You can join up there if you want. https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf6/genesis/posts/246892/ or I can leave you and Dean as a stand alone post. Your choice. Let me know so I can continue a new part of the thread here or just blend you into the science facility one. Just like pick your own adventure thread :rofl:

GM Kate

OOC: Sorry Kate for the late reply. I do plan on meeting up with the rest of the team, but I am enjoying this post with Dean. I think we can continue here (I am sure Dean will come up with something else to antagonize Surra with) and eventually end up in the other post if its not too late.

OOC: No problem May was insanity for me. Thank god school is over for the summer. ~ Kate

IC: Surra sat in the shuttle pod, hoping it would take off before Dean had a chance to get in. From now on, she made it a point to mind her own business.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

The quietness of the shuttle suddenly broke into a flurry of activity. Monitors began flashing and the consoles around the ship began to beep out warning sounds like mini-klaxons. “We will need you to buckle in immediately,” one of the pilots announced followed by what one would assume would be a flurry of Beltan curses. The cheerful demeanor in the cockpit with the pilots changed to one of tight lipped statements between the two men.

“In the overhead compartments at the exit sign are shielding uniforms. I need you to take them out and put them on,” the pilot ordered over his shoulder before putting the shuttle in a steep decline. The occupants would not feel the decline but more see it as the landscape now was filling the viewscreen instead of being a combination of landscape and skyline.

GM Kate.

Surra was jolted from her thoughts by the blaring alerts, “My God, what is happening?” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief. As she scrambled to follow the pilot’s urgent instructions, she quickly grabbed a shielding uniform and fumbled with the straps to secure herself into her seat. The alarms, the urgency in the pilots voices were triggering. Every moment felt like it was in slow motion and her heart was pounding louder than the alarms. Memories of her father’s tragic shuttle crash flooded her mind, a dark shadow looming over her current reality.

“No, no, no!” Surra screamed, her voice rising in desperation as tears streamed down her face. Her eyes remained tightly closed “Let me out! Let me out now!” Her hands gripped the armrests with knuckles turning white.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

“You’re fine. Breathe,” Dean snapped out in a very commanding tone. It was meant to be instructional and not necessarily gentle. Grabbing her safety restraints he yanked hard ensuring she was secure before taking a seat next to her. “Don’t pass out on me. Breathe in and out. You are a Starfleet officer. This is just like they trained you for.”

=/\=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.

There was no way to respond for the moment. They were going down but it had to be a shuttle malfunction instead of a direct hit. Dean had been in his share of shuttles that were being actively attacked and this was not one of them.

“When we hit the ground,” the pilot yelled over his shoulder. “Avoid any prison or hospital. Find shelter and hide there. Green zones are protected. Red are for harvesting. You will know the difference.” His words stopped just as the shuttle impacted the ground. It was not so much a crash but a very controlled, jarring landing. Everyone would have the wind knocked out of them but the crash was not hard enough to explode the ship or kill anyone on board due to the landing.

GM Kate

Surra nodded at Dean’s instruction as her breath came in ragged gasps and she struggled to fill her lungs with air. His commanding voice cut through the fog of panic taking over her, grounding her just enough to focus momentarily. “Breathe, Surra,” she whispered to herself, echoing Dean’s command. Her mind, still full of fear and memories, she tried to cling to the present moment.
Surra forced her eyes open, taking in the scene around her. The cockpit was in chaos the pilots were working frantically to stabilize the vessel. The atmosphere was thick with tension, punctuated only by the occasional, crackling messages from the comm badges.
“Green zones… protected,” Surra repeated out loud and through her gasped breaths, trying to latch onto any detail that could guide her actions. “Red… harvesting.” She had no idea what harvesting meant and she didn’t want to find out. The pilot’s instructions reverberated in her mind. She had to remember her Starfleet training, had to be the officer she was trained to be.
The shuttle lurched again, harder this time, and Surra’s resolve disappeared again, her hands flew out toward Dean a gesture pleading for him to save her. The memories of her father’s crash came to surface again.

Dean suppressed the irritation he had being strapped with a scientist versus one of the people from the security teams. Surra was going to be a buck twenty-five wet duffle bag he was going to have to lug out of here. Still that was what one signed up for when joining the security forces. “You are going to be fine. The restraints will protect you,” he yelled out hoping his lack luster encouragement would prevent the woman from delving into some fit of hysterics. Part of his irritation was with the woman’s earlier behavior. She treated him like he was some kind of creeper and now wanted his protection. Maybe she would learn to take a few more scientific notes before forming hypotheses from now on.

As the shuttle descended rapidly, she gripped the armrest again and squeezed her eyes shut.
The impact, though controlled, was still brutal. The force of the landing threw Surra against her restraints, knocking the breath out of her. For a few moments, all she could do was gasp, trying to pull air back into her lungs.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)

Dean was on his feet the second the shuttle hit the ground. His hands were around Surra’s neck and pulling her from the restraints like she weighed nothing. Standing her up, Dean snapped his fingers several times making sure she was was with him and not about to pass out. The landing was very jarring. She looked from his perspective and based on her descent in the crashing shuttle that she might faint. Dean needed to square her away before they left the shuttle. “Surra…Surra we need to leave the shuttle. Are you with me Lieutenant?” His voice was firm but had a more caring lithe to it.

“Okay, we are going to let this shuttle. I need you on my six like we are a shadow. Understand?”

GM Kate

bump

Surra nodded, still dazed from the landing but determined to hold herself together. Dean’s firm grip and steady voice were her anchors in the chaos. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on his instructions.
“Yes, Lieutenant,” she managed to say, her voice shaky. “I’m with you.”

As they moved to exit the shuttle, she tried to recall the protocols for emergency evacuations, visualizing each step in her mind. Dean led the way, his movements precise and confident, and she followed closely, staying in his shadow as he had instructed.
Outside the shuttle was a blur of motion and sound. Surra’s heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her eyes on Dean, mimicking his movements as best as she could. At least she had survived the crash if not anything else.

Lieutenant Almikaz
(CSO)