Michnar VII, part 1

Posted on Mon Jun 20th, 2011 @ 8:09am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Colonel Damon Raine & Lieutenant Commander Preston Wexler & Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen & Lieutenant Tavish 'Tav' Ross & Major Leroy Mangalia & Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt & Lieutenant JG Erin Tal & Lieutenant JG Randall "Iceheart" McGraw & 1st Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan & Sergeant Chichire Shintaku & Lieutenant JG Jason Hart & Ensign Stran

1,047 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Shades of Gray
Location: USS Calypso, various
Timeline: Current

ON

Samantha sat in the center seat on the bridge, watching Michnar VII come into view. "Start scanning the planet. I want to know what's going on down there."

"Tactical sensors show little, to no, weapons fire." Stran noted, from the Tactical Console. "Security Teams Alpha through Gamma report ready to go down planet, once we're finished with the fighter mapping runs."

"Science, what do sensors show?"

"Drought in the inhabited areas. Looks like there has been some warfare: buildings destroyed. Air appears breathable."

Sam nodded. It fell in line with the reports she'd received. "Communications?"

"Not as much chatter as you'd expect. Several coded transmissions. I'm working on deciphering them."

"Let me know when the computer cracks them," Sam replied.

Sam tapped the comm button on her chair. "York to McGraw. Prepare to launch fighters, we'll be arriving at Michnar VII in fifteen minutes. Be sure to stay out of sight and above any radar."

"Roger, Ma'am. Do we know if they have any kind of orbital tracking systems?"

Sam looked at Ronnie, who nodded. "They do, but they're not highly advanced."

"Are there any ships in orbit?" Damon asked Stran.

"Not that I am aware of." Stran said. "I would have said so, would they have been detected. In fact, the computer would have automatically set us on Yellow Alert, should an unfriendly ship arrive in range. However, the fact remains, there are several dozen known technologies by several individuals, or groups, which Starfleet has known problems with, which are designed to obscure a vessel from detection. There are no vessels in orbit that we can detect."

Sam rolled her eyes and said nothing.

Wexler arched his eyebrow. The menagerie of characters on this island of misfit toys was becoming more and more unfortunate.

Damon was tired of this seemingly on-going game. "A simple 'The sensors do not detect any ships orbiting the planet' would be sufficient. Leave the commentary out next time." He said evenly without looking back.

"That was not-" Stran started.

Kyt shook her head, and put her hand on Stran's shoulder. "Don't. Finish. That. It might get violent."

Stran frowned, but did as ordered.

"It might even be me that gets violent," Sam muttered. "Ensign Stran, I suggest you refresh your Terran to Vulcan translation skills."

Kyt kissed Stran on the cheek, quickly. "I'm going down planet. Watch over the kids for me, and try not to get yourself dismembered."

Stran scowled at the public display of affection.

"Got you to react." Kyt said with a chuckle. "I'm not the only one with 'faulty control' today."

"Kyt..." Stran said.

"I know, Stran. I'll try not to kill anyone down planet." Kyt said, as she stepped into the turbo-lift.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at the interplay. It looked like Kyt was having some influence on the Vulcan. Hopefully, the Vulcan was having a calming effect on Kyt.

Erin arrived, stepping from the turbolift and walking across the bridge to the councellor's chair, an uneasy feeling in her gut. It was like this with all missions actually, because something inevitably went wrong, or at least took a turn for the strange.
''Away team and all those involved in the mission have checked out.'' She reported, sitting down. ''All mentally and emotionally sound.''

"Would a comment about you apparently having missed Kyt and Daniels constitute a joke, or should I refrain from commenting?" Stran asked, attempting to be slightly less vulcan, while on bridge duty.

"That would constitute a joke, Ensign," Sam said. She smiled at Erin. "Thank you. Good to know we at least start out sane."

"Indeed." Stran said, nodding.

Tav looked around from the engineering console at the rear of the bridge. A slight grin shot across his face from the exchange going on behind him, though he said nothing.

Erin laughed. ''Not bad, Stran. I see a sense of humor blossoming there.'' She grinned and turned back to her PADD.

"I have been receiving humor lessons. Or at least, that is what Ensign Daniels calls making a fool of himself on a regular basis." Stran noted, dryly.

Erin buried her face in her PADD to disguise her peals of laughter.

~~Marine Country~~

Noelle was in her office listening to the chatter from the Bridge as she prepared for the coming mission. She double checked her weapons to make sure that they were combat ready. Once satisfied, she left her office and headed for the meeting point. She was extremely focused on the task at hand.

Leo stood in his quarters, after replicating a couple of days worth of MACO uniforms, and packing them. Tapping a wall panel as he zipped the from of the blouse, "All marines are to report wearing MACO uniforms. There are no exceptions."

Chichire just tapped her com badge "this is chichire wilco" then went about getting ready.

Noelle responded touching her comm badge "Meeting room or Transporter Room?" She asked Leo as she slung her weapon over her other shoulder and carrying a small ruck sack in the other.

~~Sickbay~~

Doctor Bowen knew beforehand of the mission that will be taken place soon. She pulled out a large duffel bag and stuffed it with supplies. She has chosen two nurses and the new surgeon to go with her on the mission.

"I'm not going this time?" Doctor Hart asked as he was surprised to see her packing. He folded his arms as he watched her.

"No. It's time for me to get off this ship and do something. You will be in charge as the new Assistant Chief," she reminded him. "Keep sickbay on top of everything and avoid chaos. The head nurse will make sure you do."

"Yes, ma'am."

(To be continued...)

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Commander Damon Raine
Executive Officer

Lieutenant Commander Preston Wexlar
Mission Advisor

Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Tavish "Tav" Ross
Chief Engineer

Lieutenant Erin Tal
Chief Counselor

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Chief Science Officer

Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant JG Randall McGraw
Wing Commander

Captain Leroy Mangalia
Marine CO

2nd Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan
Marine XO

Ensign Stran
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant JG Jason Hart
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Corporal Chichire Shintaku
Marine Sniper

 

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