Finding the Rebels: Beaming Down
Posted on Mon Feb 2nd, 2015 @ 12:05pm by Ensign Maria Delgado & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley & Commander Thaddius Storm & Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark & Lieutenant Illise Hale & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner
1,009 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
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Thomas Bosley was the first to arrive in the transporter room. As this was a covert mission, he'd taken the time to dress like a Panerian civilian, just in case. The last thing he wanted was to start a war because he was wearing the wrong clothes. Jeez, he was sounding like a WM. He shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets, his old-fashioned rifle slung over his shoulder, while he waited for the others to arrive.
Maria was next to arrive. She wasn't sure why a science officer was needed, but she had a staff with her and figured she could use it to look harmless or to fight as needed.
Arnon arrived dressed for the occasion like a stylish Panerian civilian out for hike. Not a stranger to field medicine, he came prepared for a mission like this with his gear covertly hidden on his person where he could easily get it. In addition to his field medical kit, he also carried a rather large hunting knife that he knew how to use quite well.
Newmark entered the Transporter Room with an over the shoulder satchel, his clothing was what the computer told him was appropriate. He had the small hiking staff about the size of a cane made of what looked to be a hardwood material.
"Sorry I am late, Ensign Spartacus wanted to come but her complexion was a little bit of a negative and I did not have time to do a procedure." Newmark said as he wore a mushroom style hat and long sleeved shirt with vest.
"Hail and well met Doctor Newmark!" Arnon called out. "I see you are joining our quest to slay the dragon. Maybe, if we're lucky they'll be a few princesses to rescue and a fair prince for you, Miss Delgado, of course!"
"I'll handle any dragons." Newmark said calmly. "My wife would be quite upset if I hand a hand anywhere near a princess." He joked. "Besides someone has to watch your backs, I-I have that one covered for you." He need not delve into the fact he felt uneasy on covert missions.
"Hey, I'm not looking for any princes. Too high maintenance," Maria quipped. "I much prefer a good sparring partner."
Munich came into the transporter Room in his uniform crisp as usual. "Doctor Newmark could you do the honors?" He stepped forward with preset hypos. "Subdural transponders tap you wrists five times in succession and they operate, cannot have any accidental signals coming in while you are down there."
Newmark nodded and took the two others, moving to Delgato. He was gentle in his using teh hypo and nod once secured before repeating it upon Barak.
"I-I am acting XO, my place is on the bridge Maria." Munich said quietly while running a probe over the transponder. "I tried to come but with he Captain and delegations I am ... you take care of yourself and *do not* be some hero, you run if in danger and that transponder will get you back." He grinned and tried not to let more color into his face. "I was hoping for dinner plans when you get back?" He winked.
"I'm a scientist, not a hero," she assured him. Although, he should know that if necessary she knew how to use her staff.
Illise jogged down the corridor to the transporter room. The summons to join the away team had been a bit of a surprise, and with the earlier shock of Lieutenant Andrews' illness in the science lab, she had to rush to get ready. She was still concerned for Andrews, but put it out of her mind - the current mission came first. She entered the transporter room wearing casual but functional civilian clothing. Her hair was braided back in the local style and she rather liked the burnt-colored trousers. Her only concession to the current fashion on the planet was a mid-length brown jacket, which adequately concealed the two mek'leths strapped to her back and a daqtogh up her left sleeve. She might be a scientist, but if she couldn't take a phaser, she was not going unarmed. Illise also had a compact Vulcan tricorder stuffed in her pocket as well as a variety of other small scientific tools, all of which were not of Starfleet design. "Ensign Hale reporting sir."
Maria smiled at Ilise. "Glad you could make it," she said to the other scientist.
Illise smiled back and went to stand near Maria. "Me too." She held out her arm for Newmark. "Any idea what to expect once we beam down?" she asked Maria.
Newmark took the hypo and gently inserted a unit in her arm with minimal pressure and a soft medical touch.
"Not really. We're to find out what attacked the ship and why. And stop it if we can without starting a war." She grinned at Ilise. "Sounds easy enough, right?"
"Another day at the office if you ask me." Quipped Trent as he entered the transporter room. He wore a pair of jeans, white t-shit and an brown leather jacket that had been worn in ages ago. One look at Trent and anyone could tell that he was more comfortable in this outfit than his own skin.
We will be in the enemy's Den; trying to ferrit them out and expose them if possible." Newmark said calmly. "I would say starting a war is the least of our difficulties." Hew grinned. Fitting in enough to get to them is the challenge."
"And that is why you blend in." Storm said entering the room adorned in tattered denim jeans, a white muscle shirt and a black leather jacket. "Let's not keep them waiting." he said with a smile stepping onto the pad.
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Sergeant Thomas Bosley
Charlie Platoon Leader
Ensign Maria Delgado
Science Officer
Lieutenant Arnon Barak
Chief Counselor
Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Hans Munich
Chief Communications Officer
PFC Trent Kushner
Marine
Ensign Ilise Hale
Science Officer
Lieutenant Commander Thadeus Storm
Security Investigations
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