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The camp was not an overnight camp but looked to be not just a base camp for the archaeological team but the location for one for some time - perhaps a staging area for past and present teams. For a camp it was chosen well - it was on a small plateau or at least flat area surrounded by outcrops and nearby hills. The drop off, however, mostly went downward; the camp was toward the upper regions of a broad rise to which the shuttle and the camp was mostly near the peak.

The survey of the camp area showed that as one went farther out from the campsite the rockier it became. At one point there looked to be a small ‘junkyard’ of discarded or broken items from the various visitors prior to their arrival. While still small it evidently showed years of accumulated discards. Cel would see, at one point, a small green stain on the side of an outcropping noting the potential winding path of the Vulcan captain. Walking that back Cel would come to a drop off where a steep, if winding and dangerous looking cliff face was that wound down to disappear in the mists below.
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Cel finished his survey of the area and returned to the wounded Vulcan. “Here are some blankets.” He turned to one of his security detail.

T’Lae looked almost like a demon of old - if an attractive one - in the thickening mists and red glow of the heater. S’kath took a blanket and covered the Vulcan Captain with efficient motions. “When he is stabilized we should move him into a tent. Perhaps a cot could be improvised as a stretcher to ease the strain of carrying him,” he suggested.

“Ensign, stay with them and get a fire started to keep them warm. Treat them as best as you can.”

OCC: Who is still down here besides me?

-Cel

OCC:Bumping for gm.

With the help of the doctor the Vulcan was stabilized in his vitals. His blood pressure was low from blood loss and he was carrying a temperature. Given the seriousness of the wound the pain would be substantial if he were not unconscious. Here and there his cheek twitched as though feeling the pain or something else.
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Cel stood up and walked to the perimeter of the camp to where the Vulcans appeared from the mists. He stood for a moment and tried to peer into the mists.

‘Who is the hunter and who is the hunted?’ Cel asked Squared as they looked out.

‘The Vulcans are lying.’ Squared replied sharpy.

‘Yes, but about what?’ Cel knelt down to examine the ground, looking for any clues or any tracks other than humanoid.

-Cel

The ground was unfortunately rocky at this elevation and what vegetation there was grew out from the rock. Fine pebbles and the like littered the path but Cel could tell that the path had been trodden often. This was evidently a well worn and used base camp. Nothing showed up as ‘alien’ for tracks. As he looked a half dozen guppy sized mostly transparent fish like creatures became visible as though by magic, hung in place not far from his nose, then turned, fading from view. A slight tickle of a breeze or was it a fin brushed his ear.

Behind there was movement as those there emerged with a cot to bring the injured Vulcan indoors.
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Cel took a step back as he observed the movement of the fish like creatures. He pulled out his tricorder and set it to scan for distortions in the air current or displacements of air or water vapor. Trying to get an idea of the movement of the creatures.

-Cel

Scans were skitchy. It was like the creatures were part of the mists and made up of the same thing. There was a slight electrochemical difference, however, that was residual where they were and, for a short distance, showed their path before it seemed to dissolve into the very mists. But they did have a clue in looking for those electrochemical changes and density displacements.
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