USS Excalibur Sim Log - 08.09.20

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Away Team is approaching the planet and preparing to land. Once they land, Chief Rex has ordered them to split into two teams to search for the missing science group.

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM

 

Irene Mincine: :: Irene's at the runabout's science station. :: "I've identified a landing site. Sending coordinates to helm."

William Chocox: ::sees them:: Thank you Mincine. Coming down soon.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sitting in her seat ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Trying to not look *too* nervous about this mission, though really he just wanted to hurl.:: As predicted, sensors are going wacky.

Indaura Ryssan: Sooo, do we think Romulans are behind this?

Irene Mincine: Irene> "It's gonna be rough. Lots of atmospheric turbulence." :: She answered Indaura without looking up from the sensor readings. :: "Is there any doubt?"

Maryse Dubois: At the moment, I don't think so, but it's not out of the question.

William Chocox: Just because the saying is "Beware Romulans bearing gifts." doesn't mean they're always out to get you.

Irene Mincine: (( it's storming out, if I disappear it's because my Comcast died ))

William Chocox: ((It's Coooooomcraptic!))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> I mean, it doesn't mean they're always NOT not out to get you.

William Chocox: Keep your head on a swivel Reynolds, but don't be paranoid.

Indaura Ryssan: Well, we need to keep our options open, but they do have a history

William Chocox: Touching down soon. ::brings them down to the surface::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Walking along with his team, wearing a cool field jacket::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head, frustrated. :: "Even at this distance the sensors are still too scrambled to get any life signs on the surface."

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Enters the cockpit area, team in tow::

William Chocox: Hello Commander Rex.

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Thinking he looks real cool in the field jacket:: Still nothing on sensors?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Darkly.:: No, nothing on sensors. They're a mess. ::Throws Rex a glance.:: Cool field jacket.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> Do we all get one?

William Chocox: Replicator's in the back.

Cptn Swain: Rex>It's going to be cold down there, so I wouldn't advise against.

Cptn Swain: Rex> Cold and damp. No wonder the Captain is sitting this on out.

Irene Mincine: :: She looked a little annoyed at the field jacket conversation. :: "Field jackets? Trying to land a spaceship here, folks. Landing site's 400 kilometers ahead."

William Chocox: Diplomatic functions notwithstanding?

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Smirks::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Takes his seat:: Begin landing procedures.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::He slips away from his station long enough to replicate himself a cool field jacket. He was swaggering a bit when he returned to his seat.::

Cptn Swain: (( Miranda will appreciate this, but I always forget how big this places "side salads" are lordy ))

William Chocox: Beginning landing procedures. ::starts to bring them to the surface::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Is nervous ::

Irene Mincine: "Hmph." :: When Reynolds re-appears with a field jacket. :: "All clear to the landing site, Commander. Gonna be bumpy as hell, though."

Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Hengroen enters the planet's atmosphere, which is lovely and not at all thick and bumpy -- lol, j/k the turbulence alarm goes off as they head to the LZ.

Indaura Ryssan: What is downnn there that was worororth this?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Heh. Soooo true. ))

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Yelps! and holds on tightly to his chair, glad he'd sat down before they got into the landing zone.::

Irene Mincine: "...*really* bumpy." :: She says, almost falling out of her seat. :: "Structural integrity's holding. I hope you remembered your barf bags, though!"

William Chocox: ::puts on pilot voice:: I'm going to need everyone to bring their seats to the full upright and locked position. You'll notice that the fasten seatbelt light is on.

William Chocox: We will be arriving to our destination shortly.

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Holding his seat placid as a mountain lake::

Cptn Swain: ACTION> Despite the bumpy ride, Hengroen puts down safely somewhere between the encampment and their dig site. The LZ is a flat, treeless expanse covered in a dense fog and low shrubs.

Indaura Ryssan: I sure hope so... what's the weather like?

Indaura Ryssan: I only brought my summer dress.

Cptn Swain: Rex> Cold and damp.

William Chocox: We're here. Ladies and gentlemen, please be careful gathering your items from the overhead compartments, because after that flight, there's no way that items haven't shifted in flight.

Irene Mincine: "I hate this planet already..." :: She disappears into the runabout's hold for a few minutes, then re-appears in a warm field jacket. ::

William Chocox: ::gets up and goes and gets his own jacket::

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::Exiting the shuttle with the security team:: It could be worse.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Peers out into the distance ::

Cptn Swain: Rex> At least the atmosphere isn't too bad.

Irene Mincine: :: She exits the shuttle, bundling up in her jacket. :: "I do not like the cold. I blame my Klingon mom."

Cptn Swain: Rex> ::He scanned the immediate surroundings visually as well as with his tricorder:: Also from the science report, there aren't any mammals larger than small rodents.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ens Reynolds> ::Warm in his jacket, he took his tricorder from his pocket and peeked outside, squinting. His nose wrinkled, but he stepped out and opened his device to start scanning.:: Their work site coordinates are loaded in already, along with their living quarters.

Cptn Swain: Rex> Good. Irene, Indura, and Reynolds you head for the worksite with Golby and Terrance. The rest of us will head for the basecamp. Stay in touch.

Indaura Ryssan: :: nods ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: sides up alongside Irene ::

Irene Mincine: :: Nods. :: "Understood. It's gonna be a pretty good hike."

William Chocox: ((Do teams need to grab symbols?))

Cptn Swain: (( sure >>

William Chocox: ((Grabs an @ to go with Rex.))

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Puts on his @ and begins walking towards the basecamp::

Indaura Ryssan: Have you been on many hikes Irene?

William Chocox: Reynolds, don't do anything I wouldn't do. And listen to Doctor Ryssan. ::turns and walks with Rex::

Indaura Ryssan: Sure, listen to me.

Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts her trek to the worksite, checking her scanner for good measure ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Snags one of the #s and groups up with his team, glad they had security going with them. He threw Chocox a glance.:: Sure thing, Chief.

Cptn Swain: @Rex> ::Considers a pithy remark, but remains silent as they head on::

Indaura Ryssan: # It's just nice to get off the ship every once in a while.

Irene Mincine: # Irene> "I did a lot of field studies before I was posted to the Excalibur, yeah." :: She sets the team off on a course to the worksite. :: "Lots of hiking into the middle of nowhere and setting up science equipment."

Cptn Swain: @Rex> Hopefully ::he said as they started down a slope:: It's just a busted transmitter or something.

William Chocox: @ That's something I could probably easily fix. Though if I've learned anything from my time here on the Excalibur, it's never that easy.

Cptn Swain: @Rex> Maybe you just need more positive thinking.

Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning ))

William Chocox: @ I tried that when I first started here.

Indaura Ryssan: # It's been a while for me.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> ::Already huffing and puffing before they even get far from the shuttle.:: Remind me why I signed up for Starfleet.

Cptn Swain: (( the meals? ))

Irene Mincine: # "We've barely gone half a kilometer, Reynolds. We've got a loooong ways to go. You all need to use the holodeck for exercise more." :: Irene, ever the athlete, was doing fine. ::

Indaura Ryssan: # The composition in the air is making this more difficult than it should be.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: #Ens Reynolds> The composition of this mission is making this more difficult than it should be. I'm not a field officer. ::Though he did look very cool in that field jacket.::

 

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM

Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM