Mythraeli, round 2
Posted on Sun May 8th, 2011 @ 5:35am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Elizabeth Jackson & Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Ensign Stran
661 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
The Forests of Mythraeli
Location: Transporter Room
Timeline: Current
ON
Samantha stood quietly in the transporter room, waiting for the rest of her team. She mentally reviewed her list of supplies. Transporter boosters, special communicators that would send bursts of data at varying frequencies to get through the blockage, tree repair kits and some specially-designed fertilizer she hoped would act as a gift to the inhabitants of the moon.
Lizzie walked in and glanced at the supplies. "Do you think they'll work?"
"I hope so," Sam replied. "If not, we'll be stuck. Again."
"True. At least this time we know what we're up against."
Sam nodded. "Cross your fingers. I don't think Damon would appreciate it if I got stuck on the moon."
Stran was brought in, with the assistance of another Security Officer. He looked to the Ensign, and nodded, the Ensign dropped Stran's equipment bag on the transport pad, and he patiently waited for an appropriate greeting.
"Greetings, Ensign," Sam said. "I hope you are well."
"Well enough." Stran said. "For the record, I wasn't cleared for away mission duty, but, and I directly quote Ensign Kyt, 'damn the medics, get your insert-odd-slang-for-posterior-here down to the transporter room.' I'm not certain I should be going down, but the Chief of Security is. I'm not about to argue."
"If you are not well enough to go back to the planet, Ensign, you can stay behind. Much as I'd like you with me when we attempt to make contact, I don't want to risk your health to do so," Sam replied, not liking what she was hearing. "I am the Captain. I can order you to stay behind and there's not a blessed thing Ensign Kyt can do about it."
Kyt entered, tossing her kit next to Stran's on the equipment pad. "He's coming supervised, ma'am. I'm watching over him, personally. He's here strictly to keep contact, and warn of unexpected threats. He's not even coming armed."
"I'm not coming armed," Sam added. "But I appreciate your company, Ensign Tramira."
"I'm coming down with an axe. That's about the most usable weapon we'll be able to use down there." Kyt said. "Stran's not up for heavy lifting."
Sam raised an eyebrow at the axe. "I don't expect Stan to lift anything. I wish his help communicating with the trees, so we should be good."
Kyt nodded. "Aye, ma'am."
Stran looked to Kyt. A quirked eyebrow at the axe. He refrained from comment. Kyt, was after all, Armed. And Kyt. Those two things together, were dangerous, especially if one were to attempt to add Vulcan humor.
Sam glanced at Stran and turned away, it would not be a good idea to smile at this juncture. She made a point of looking at the door. "Two more arrivals and we can head down to the moon."
"Glad to hear it." Kyt said. "Been a while since we've been on a planet with proper air. Hopefully we'll not have any mercenaries bent on kidnapping the Captain this time."
Her face was deadpan.
Stran quirked an eyebrow. "I fail to see why mercenaries would be attempting to kidnap the Captain from a planet that has telepathic trees as the only sentient form of life."
"Maybe they are mercenary trees." Kyt suggested, still dead-pan.
It was at that point that Stran realized Kyt was baiting him into humorous responses, and closed his eyes, clearly intending to ignore the remainder of the topic.
This response apparently satisfied Kyt, as she chuckled softly, and waited for the others to arrive.
The rest of the away team arrived and joined the others.
"I think we're ready to go," Sam said. She stepped onto the transporter pad and turned to face the transporter chief. When the others were in place, she nodded to the chief. "Engage."
OFF
Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso
Lieutenant JG Elizabeth Jackson (PNPC)
Botanist
USS Calypso
Ensign Tramira Kyt
Chief Security/Tactical Offier
USS Calypso
Ensign Stran (PNPC)
Security Officer
USS Calypso
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