Posted by Lieutenant Commander Joe Milligan (XO) in Main Sim - Away Team - Planetside

Posted by Lieutenant Lance Del Wolf (Chief Of Security) in Main Sim - Away Team - Planetside

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Cara Meow (Ship’s Anthropologist and Sociologist) in Main Sim - Away Team - Planetside
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“With your permission, I would like to apply to make them my ward, and to have them placed under my protection as their legal guardian. I would do this to free them from their involuntary servitude, in which they have been forced to work, primarily in in pest control, in a form of debt bondage to the captain and other senior crew. I want to show my solidarity, that the humanity of another fellow feline species cannot continue to be disavowed in this way,” Cara added.

After a few moments of listening to Cara speak Joe’s right eyes started to go to sleep and droop a little bit. Just the right one. It was a trick he’d acquired long ago. The It only side effect was an odd buzzing in his head. This he had assumed was the sound of the person that he was pointedly ignoring talking to him as he took an odd nap as he called it.

He then popped his eye pen again thinking that he might be hearing something new and different. She did sound as though she might be running down, however. A few more sentences and he actually was sure what she was talking about. He then was forced to try to decide which one of them might be sane.

Turning toward Cara he asked with amazement. “If you’re talking about that scurvy cat, I don’t think you have sat down and talked to it. You should study it and its ancestry. Cats of Earth choose to do what they will. They are a species who either choose to live with humans or not. We have little to no control over them. They were once as a matter of fact worshiped as gods. My own opinion is that they are aliens spying on us and keeping us awake at night during their mating rituals. ” Suddenly Joe chuckled as he said, “I’ll make you a deal Lieutenant. You get that cat to shower on a regular basis and I’ll sign off on anything you have.”

“Yes Sir, he is most observant. Obviously, I have not had detailed conversations with him regarding this, as he finds the Federation standard language a challenge, and his powers of communication and understanding are limited, but he told me that he was taken away from his mother as a very young kitten, and that he never consented to choose this life of space travel. Under the circumstances, Sir, wouldn’t you also make a dirty protest once in a while too?”

Joe turned toward Cara with obvious concern on his face. “Lieutenant. One simply does not make one of his kind do anything unless you wish to get a bit of bodily injury. Take my word on this he’s happy where he is, or he wouldn’t be here. He could have slipped off any space station we’ve ever been to or jumped onto a transporter padd at any time. But instead, he has chosen to sleep. He is either content or a spy for the Vulcan high command. He has hornswoggled you, Lieutenant.”

Just as Cara was about to reply, she was interrupted.

As everyone was chatting in low voices (hopefully!) the assorted tricorders would indeed confirm the highly polluted state of the area about, both in land, water, and air. It would likely take decades of concentrated efforts by the Federation Global Reclamations departments to make any real progress on cleaning up the mess the Klingons had left behind.

Meanwhile down the hill the shouting over much of the larger clusters of people had died down a bit as a sudden ‘bang’ echoed twice over the area where the two leader like folks had been challenging each other back and forth. The report of a ballistics’ firearm, probably something the Klingons had given a select few favored locals to keep order for had gone off twice. The holder of the rifle like firearm could then be heard soon shouting at the top of his lungs in the native tongue which thankfully their UTs could translate at this distance. “..Enough of this bickering like unknown word, the divine agents of unknown world and their avatars may have left us, finding us unworthy of further favor. But doing…” The man gestured in a wide expanse of his arms gestured to the listening crowd around. “..this, is a shame upon us all and only looses us more favor in their eyes..” he said.

Getting interrupted by one of the two earlier bickering leaders among the two factions in an arena the portly man shouted, “..You speak of the Old Ways Of Weakness, brother! The divine agents of unknown word showed and explained to us of the New Ways! Of how unknown word preferred now strength, a warrior’s honor, and servitude to His ways. Rather then those of weaknesses in the Old Ways!..” The portly man said.

”..You are no better then ‘brother’!..” Said the second of the bickering pair from earlier, “..you grow fat and weak on the hard work and prayers of only those YOU favor not all of us who favor HIM, you lapped at the feet of His divine agents from the sky rather then worship the great unknown word as is intended even in the New Ways! You and your lackies are just corrupt and false idols!” the second shouted back.

The third man with the firearm standing on a slightly raised dais with the ballistic rifle seemed to sigh as raised voices came booming up in volume all over again. Aiming the gun skyward again he fired off two more bullets. Silence slowly fell again. “..Enough of this!! Whether the Old Ways or the New Ways are the Right Ways is not a point to argue over! We must put aside our dishonorable infighting and find a way to continue together! If we do not there will not be any drinkable food, water, or air to breathe for ourselves or children for us to continue to worship one way or another! We need to reclaim the land, water, and air, we need to build upon all we have learned from the divine agents of unknown word so we may remain viable for Him whence he speaks once more to us! Can we not agree on this singular purpose for now? Or do we wish to continue to bicker and fight while we and our mates and our children starve, grow sick, or die all around us and in other tribes upon our holy lands?” he asked.

A long pause drew out as the crowd murmured amongst themselves.....

Then as if to break this all back with the away team from a pile of loose trash and rubble Cara would feel a small hand tug on her tail with a girlish giggle, then a second tug in quick succession came with a harder yank!

Joe was the only one left in a position to cover the rear of the team and then Cara and he had got into a discussion about feline rights. Joe had paid too much attention to that and had spent too much time facing the same direction that the rest of his team was facing which was forward.

When he heard the old-fashioned gunfire, he recognized what it was. And considering the look of the area he could surmise that it was most likely to be used for violence than for sport.

Joe had been ready to turn to look behind them when the noise from the gun reached them. He cursed and lowered himself to the ground. he fished quickly in his pocket for his communicator and as he flipped open the communicator her heard the little giggle and turned quickly. All he could do was stare at the sight that greeted him.

On hearing gun shots Richard was quick to get his phaser out, turning on his back the security slid down a couple of inches ,through the Universal translator he tried to make out what these humanoids were saying.

“Stop pulling my tail, you…” said Cara as he turned around. “Huh!?” she said, as she saw something she hadn’t expected.

-Cara, Ship’s Anthropologist and Sociologist

(Sorry lack of internet made mw lost again. Can someone give me an update so I can get back to posting)

It was after Cara was caught by just as much surprise as was Joe that he finally reacted. He reached out quickly and grabbing the little girl he tossed her across his shoulder. Standing the with her wiggling on his shoulder he flipped open the comm he already held in his hand and got busy. =/\= Away team stay where you are. Merrimac beam all away team members up immediately along with the female creature thing I’m now holding! I repeat beam us up now the mission has been compromised! =/\=

Lt. Cmdr. Joe Milligan XO

Having been preoccupied with collecting data, Verity had no idea what was happening down the hill with Cara and Joe, so when the call came.from the Commander they were to all beam back to the Merrimack, she responded.=^=What in the world is going on! Why are beaming back to the Merrimack?=^=

V. Aphelion, CSO