Making Contact, part 1

Posted on Mon May 2nd, 2011 @ 3:17pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Tavish 'Tav' Ross & Major Leroy Mangalia & Lieutenant JG Erin Tal & Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Lieutenant JG Marek Lovok [Lynx] & Sergeant Chichire Shintaku & Ensign Mak Free [Lynx]

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Mission: The Forests of Mythraeli
Location: Conference Room
Timeline: Current

ON

Sam called a special meeting of her senior staff and a few select personnel to join her in the conference room.

The reports by some of the away team and her own telepathic impressions had given her a very clear idea of what was going on. Now the question was, what to do about it?

She was the first to arrive in the conference room and got herself a cup of carrot tea before sitting at the table to await the others.

Leo walked in shortly after, drinking from a Canteen. He looked pale and unhealthy. "Mornin Ma'am," he said just coming from his shower and changing, and burning, the uniform he had been wearing.

Kyt walked in, frowning. This was part of her charm, so Daniels had said, once. She always looked like she had just stepped out of a fight of some kind. She had Stran's report, but then again, so did the Captain. She was beginning to think that her position as "Security Chief" was simply a technicality. She nodded to everyone, grabbed a large cup of black coffee, and sat down, waiting for the meeting to begin.

Tav walked in, returning from patching together the communications array which had blown during their latest attempt to establish comms with the surface. He sat down, avoiding the replicator, too much caffeine and he would be running around the room.

Mak followed Tav and sat next to the chief engineer.

Erin was the next to arrive, clutching a cup of coffee as if it was her lifeline.
''Hello, all.'' She greeted, stifling a yawn and flopping in the nearest chair.

Chi walked in looked around grunted still trying to wake up she then garbed a cup of dark coffee with three shot of Irish whiskey then took a seat .

Ronnie Lancaster walked in quietly and took a seat in the back. She had some ideas, but she wanted to hear what the others had to say first, so she chose a less visible location to sit. It also gave her a chance to observe the others in the room.

"Thank you all for coming," Sam started. "This little trip has not gone as I expected. It appears we have a first contact situation. The problem is, how do we make contact? Suggestions?"

The first think Mak thought was that they should try to find out how the lifeforms on the planet communicate with each other then simply find a common ground. From there developing a dialog would the next step. Mak wasn't a diplomat and not a senior officer so decided to keep quiet unless invited to speak.

"Simple solution." Kyt said. "Get a doctor to finish fixing up Stran, and beam back down. This time with a proper medic, and a bit more security, as well as our diplomat."

"I agree, in part," Sam said. "I'd like to send down a team of telepaths. If these creatures don't use a verbal language, then telepathy is our best chance for contact."

"I still believe that our diplomat should be present, ma'am. The Vulcan mindmeld is technically capable of a three-way contact, though I'm not certain Stran's proficiency in such a task. I would think that even if the diplomat was not telepathic, we could find a way to keep them involved, and Stran is a security officer, ma'am. His thoughts, despite being Vulcan, are rarely diplomatic." Kyt said, nodding.

"A three-way mind meld was not my intention," Sam said. Nor had she planned on sending a diplomat, good as Nava was, to talk to a tree. A scientist was better suited to this particular assignment.

Marek was quiet; he listened as the senior officers planned the first contact mission. The Romulan just wanted to rest and catch up on some reading later on.

Erin frowned. ''Any idea of the mindset of theese creatures? Telepaths can be subject to mental breakdowns or at least physcic lashback if their unknown contact turns out to be hostile. You'd be putting a lot of good people in vunderable positions by sending a team of telepaths down there without knowing more about them.''

"Thus my insistence on proper medics, and security being present." Kyt clarified. Her tone of voice indicated she thought this was redundant information.

Tav looked at each person as they spoke. He was trying to take in what they were saying, but getting confused around the point where trees had sentience. He shook off the surprise, it wasn't the first time he had, or would, experience something which would have previously been thought to be ridiculous. At least he was right about the 'jamming' though.

"Ensign Stran made contact. Unfortunately, they both seemed a bit ... caught off guard. He fell out of the tree and had to receive medical treatment. We terrified them by accidentally beaming them aboard. Now, we need to remedy the situation. That involves face-to-face contact," Sam said. She didn't mind medical or security joining them, as long as they didn't stop her from going down to the moon.

Kyt's eyebrow propped up, while reviewing the list of the ship's telepaths. "Captain, I find myself altering my recommendation. Rather than a diplomatic convoy, you would seem better equipped to this situation, given your heritage. This does alter the Security compliment I'll be sending down." She said. One of the slightly greener ensigns who had originally been there as backup was replaced by 'Ensign Tramira Kyt'.

(To be continued...)

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Tavish "Tav" Ross
Chief Engineer

Captain Leroy Mangalia
Marine CO

Ensign Tramira Kyt
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant JG Erin Tal
Chief Counselor

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster (PNPC)
Chief Science Officer

Ensign Marek Lovok
Assistant Chief Engineer

Ensign Mak Free (PNPC)
Engineer

Corporal Chichire Shintaku
Marine Sniper

 

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