Finding the Machine (part 1)

Posted on Thu Mar 7th, 2019 @ 8:46am by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Commander Hans Munich & Lieutenant T'Pral & Lieutenant Lei Shan & Ensign Kela Sirel

1,098 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Food for the Gods
Location: Calypso Transporter Room

ON

The away team met in the transporter room, ready to beam down to the planet.

Munich came dressed as best they could figure as Native attire; reminiscent of the Earth Circa 1800 he was clad in a pair of jeans ; leather boots, cotton shirt with a cloth Duster, wide brimmed Style hat with something like welding goggles around his neck. A satchel on his left side of leather to match the Leather gun belt with an enlarged revolver on the right hip. the caliber was closer to 12 gauge shells in a bandoleer across his chest from the left shoulder to right side.

"There seems to be a predominant Steam era technology as far as we can tell." Munich commented. "Not exactly what one expects to have sent that signal is it?"

Ronnie walked in, dressed in a long black skirt, high-heeled boots, and a black leather corset with buckles and chains. She had a hat with flowers and a pair of goggles on it, and a satchel with a small revolver.

She wore a pair of earrings that disguised a combadge and a necklace that hid her tricorder.

"Hello, Commander," she said.

Shan, caring more about practicality than dress-up, had gone for a more of a Calamity Jane look. She wore mostly men's clothing in leather pants, coat and boots, the exception being her blouse and the tight vest she'd put on over it. The blouse was cut into v-neck with a slight ruffle and the vest emphasized her figure just a touch. She had no hat, hating the things, but had styled her hair up into a knot. Her tracking device and her emergency comm unit were implanted behind each ear. She had a satchel over her shoulder with low-tech tools on top, but hidden below a false bottom and in a hidden pocket along the back side was more advanced tech, just a few things she thought most likely to be needed when they reached their destination and started trying to fix whatever had been calling for help. Slung across her hips were two crossing belts but instead of a 'six-gun' on each hip, she had more tools, delicate ones, and pouches with small parts that could be used in clock- or steam-work repairs. Rather than a 'gunslinger' she was portraying a 'techie' or mechanic of this era and place.

"It is good to see you are ready Lt. Shan." Munich commented. "I hope you like exotic places this one should prove interesting?"

"Let's hope not too interesting," Shan said with a grin as she checked the pins in her hair. In addition to the invisible bobby-pins, there were a number of decorative ones, and some of those were actually small tools- one even appeared to be the long hand of a mantel clock. She walked over the the transporter console and nodded to the operator, checking with him that he had everyone's locator signal ready to beam back in an emergency. "Everyone got the tracking device we discussed implanted, Sir?" she asked as she looked up to the Commander.

"It is part of being placed on the team." Munich replied. "Just hope they do not come into use."

T'Pral walked in wearing a dark ensemble. A simple ankle-length black pleated skirt with, essentially, combat boots underneath. Her top was a dark brown corset cinched over a décolleté black blouse. Set atop her short hair was a small top hat, canted slightly to one side. She had been proactive enough to have pockets included in the skirt to hide her tricorder and a small set of micro tools. "These... outfits are illogical," she commented, "Too many buckles that serve no discernible purpose, too restrictive for effective movement, and tight enough to cause internal hemorrhaging." The expression on her face was as blank as ever.

Shan looked up from the transporter console and smiled. Her expressive smile conveyed playfulness, a sense of practical joking, and the slightest hint of sexy teasing. She drew her loose leather coat apart, hooking her thumbs into the crossed belts at her hips and displaying the mix of men's clothes with women's style she'd adopted for this mission. "Shoulda worn the menfolk's fashions. Much more practical," she pointed out.

"Yes, but corsets are generally more acceptable," Ronnie said. "As long as you don't have to bend over or sit down. I gotta say, they do wonders for your bust line."

Shan glanced down at herself. Though not the fullest of women, she had feminine curves, and the tight vest she wore did nothing to hide that fact. She gave a little shrug though, and a smirk that said that drawing attention to her figure had never been something she'd had much of a problem with.

T'Pral glanced down at her bustline as if for the first time. "It should not require augmenting one's secondary sexual characteristics to attract a mate. Indeed, that is not the goal of this mission. Unless I have been wildly misled."

Shan did laugh at that. "Purpose of the mission, no. My Mate would be highly displeased were that the case. However, attracting a mate does seem to be one of the primary purposes of fashion in general. Or keeping a mate, as the case may be." She gave an approving nod to the transporter tech for his preparations and expertise she could see in his recent records of getting initial locks on the tracking devices. As she headed back over towards the rest of the team, she reflected that the close fit of these leather pants would indeed be rather pleasing to her own mate- and she rather wished he'd seen them before she left. Oh well, she'd have to give him the fashion show when she got back.

"It iz a humanoid tendency I believe." Munich added. "Vell, at least on da emotionally based vuns." He tried to control his urge to laugh as well. "Ve should be going down if ever-von iz ready."

"It is definitely a humanoid tendency. And a female one, specifically," Ronnie said. She was definitely going to show Damion her outfit when she returned.

The doors to the transporter room opened as Kela walked in. "Sorry I am late." She said quickly as she placed a small PADD down on the transporter console to adjust one of her boots. "I couldn't decide what to wear."

(To be continued...)

Commander Hans Munich
Executive Officer

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer

Lieutenant JG Lei Shan
Assistant Chief Operations Officer

Lieutenant T'Pral
Chief Engineer

Ensign Kela Sirol
Assistant Chief Science Officer

 

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