Into the Unknown (part 1)

Posted on Thu Feb 27th, 2020 @ 6:13am by Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Commodore Samantha York & Major John Kayhill & Lieutenant Aenar Torek & Lieutenant Dwight McCabe & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus
Edited on on Thu Feb 27th, 2020 @ 12:59pm

1,159 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Food for the Gods
Location: Transporter Room/Planet

ON

It took Samantha York twelve minutes to find, replicate, and change into an appropriate dress for the planet. Her shoes would work for whatever she wore, fortunately. She grabbed a basic black ship suit and stuffed it into her bag, just in case she needed to change into it later. She didn't have time to get the right jewelry, so she grabbed a wrist tricorder and hid it under one sleeve. She slipped her combadge into a satchel at her waist, grabbed her nondescript messenger bag, and headed for the transporter room.

She arrived with one minute to spare. That gave her time to adjust the fitted jacket so that the lace of her sleeves flared out over the tops of her hands.

John arrived in clothing that could easily be considered 'retro' so that he wouldn't violate the prime directive. His phasers were hidden on him, but a combat knife and a slug thrower.

"Commodore", John said when he entered.

"Hello, Major," she replied. "Glad you could make it."

The doctor arrived in civilian clothes that were not of his own. He had clothes that were worn by the twentieth century Earth which is denim jeans, a leather vest that was black over a solid blue shirt. He kept a hidden hypospray in one of the pocket attached to the vest. Another pocket held his closed tricorder. His combadge was hidden in another pocket. In his right hand, he was carrying a small bag with medical supplies. Part of the supplies was ancient like a white gauze in case he couldn't use the regenerator to stop the bleeding. He smiled at the captain, "Commodore". Then, he glanced at the man and gave a nod, "Major. I'm Doctor Dwight McCabe."

"Welcome," Sam replied.

"Thank you," Dwight said. "I feel very strange in these clothing. I'm certain it will take time to get use to."

"Nice to meet you doctor", John said, sticking out his hand. "John Kayhill."

Rubbing at his smoothed nose, Aenar walked in to the room. He'd found enough time to replicate what was a typical working man's outfit from Earth's nineteenth century, which seemed to fit with this planet's culture and era. The flat cap, waistcoat and trousers were made from tough and irritating material, whilst the braces that held the trousers up pulled on his shoulders unnaturally.

The Bajoran had managed to secrete a few tools in a messenger bag he wore, and had disguised his tricorder as a fob watch. He nodded to the others as he regarded their disguises.

"Very nice," Sam said, looking over the new science officer. She did a quick head count. "Two minutes to go."

The doors to the transporter room opened as an unfamiliar face walked in. She had on a long sleeve blouse under a dark red leather corset. Her skirt was black and frilly, shorter in the front than it was in the back to show a scandalous amount of leg peeking over her red leather ankle boots. To top it all off was a bowler hat that rest on her long black hair which hid her antennae.

As she approached Sam, her face became a bit more familiar, even though she wasn't her traditional blue skinned Andorian self. It was Thy'las, Tallas' mother and Damion's close friend from the Night Star, only with lightly tanned skin tone. She handed Sam a PADD. "Captain?" She said in a firm tone, keeping her eyes locked solely on the woman. "From your Lieutenant Commander Wolfe. It's awaiting your approval.

"Thank you," Sam said, taking the PADD. When she recognized the woman she was surprised, but if Damion wasn't going to go with them, she would be an excellent replacement.

The PADD read the following: Captain York. After much consideration I have decided to take your advice and trust my crewmates, and yourself, to do everything you can to ensure Ronnie's return. You may be right. Because of the current situation I would be too emotional and, at some point, may hinder the mission in some way causing it to fail. My experience in missions, such as this, would not be of asset to you. However, Thy'las is just as experienced. You will find, while determined to do the same thing, she will not allow herself to become a problem to the team. You will find she is more than capable at following orders and, as one of the people who helped shape me, she will be of greater use. I've enclosed a file that requires your thumb print to allow her to be reinstated as a Starfleet Officer in Intelligence for the time being to help in this mission. Please consider this an alternative that will put is both at ease. Thank you, Damion Wolfe. After the message was the file he spoke of which would allow Thy'las to be temporarily reinstated back to her Lieutenant Commander position and added to the team in his place.

Thy'las said nothing, and didn't make eye contact with anyone else, but Captain York. She was aware of two things. One, this whole alternative may have been rejected and her surgery to appear more pink skinned was pointless, and Two, she was determined to do this right and follow their lead. Helping out where she could and that, this reinstatement, was only temporary. Until further notice, her actions on the Night Star still had to have been accounted for and that was something she was willing to deal with when the time came. She waited patiently, yet still keeping to her pleasant smile.

Sam looked at Thy'las and smiled as she pressed her thumb on the PADD. "Welcome aboard. Glad you could join us."

"Glad to be back to work, Captain." Thy'las replied with a smirk before stepping onto the transporter pad.

The echo of fine boots echo as Spartacus glide into the room; the make-up was in place and she for one felt it would melt it after a day if the surface was hot. Her pigment to fit in was more of a dark hue like suntanned from hours in the sun. She had the typical v-neck blouse with a corset of dark black to give contrast to her Antique blouse. The black outer skirt wit the left side open to show the frilly under skirts of a lady that covered her ankles. The two pouches on her tin waist over her hips held by leather straps and silver chain. The Bussel behind her was what befit the times . A black mini top hat for ladies with laced gears and goggles donned along the brim.

"Who thought I look good tanned should be ... shot." Spartacus mentioned with little humor.

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Major John Kayhill
Marine Unit CO

Lieutenant Dwight McCabe, M.D.
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Aenar Torek
Chief Science Officer

Lt. JG Spartacus
Chief Counselor

Thy'las
Intel Officer

 

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