RP Log: The II from Zeria II
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- Observation Lounge <USS Callisto NX-99901>
- Located at the aft of the main deck is the observation lounge, which also doubles as a meeting room, or conference room, when needed. The aft bulkhead is composed of a lattice of transparent aluminium and vertical bulkheads, affording an excellent view of what lies aft of the vessel. Along the outer bulkhead is bench like seating, to which tables can be placed against. The same tables can also be combined to make a large conference table in the center of the compartment. Comfortable high-backed chairs are also available to be placed around the table, or tables. Black, glossy panelling runs uninterrupted along the bulkheads at shoulder height just inside the entry door, allowing access to the LCARS interface, and tracers set into the bulkheads close to the ceiling indicate the current alert status.
- Lifeforms: Samar, T'Shaav, Chomqu', Sybil, and Ki'Vek
Chomqu' asks, "What are the mission parameters, sir?"
Tink rushes in a little late to the party. "Sorry," she says. "I had to clean up a mess in sickbay." She looks around at the others and greets them all with a nod.
Ki'Vek is sitting coiled in the corner, waiting to hear the mission specs.
"The mission objective is simple, though not easy," the Vulcan says. "to locate, contact, and if possible, exfiltrate Antiedam crew. We have been operating undercover, because our crew have been located within larger Qee slave populations, and it behooves us to be discrete." A beat. "In this case, the chief is going to head back to the food source planet that the Zeria people have been using, and the tracking device she carries should help us locate that world. When our business is concluded at Zeria, one way or the other, we will go to that world."
Sybil raises a hand then. "Are we sending her alone?"
"We are," T'Shaav says. "The chief knows the planet well and has connections there. if our business here lasts several days, for example, she will be able to take care of herself and wait for us to catch up."
Tink looks over at Nevabi, a surprised look on her face. "Are you... ready for such a mission?" she asks. "I know I just cleared you for duty, but..." The Counselor shrugs her shoulders.
Samar nods, "I need to give Shirol a piece of my mind anyways. And if he's good maybe something else." she winks.
T'Shaav nods, fiddling with her remote arm band. "Make sure your device is active, chhief. I will tell the bridge to monitor its signal continuously."
"What will we be doing during this time?" the Selay asks.
Sybil licks her lips as she just pulls out her own remote device. "Yeah....."
Tink looks around. "Handing out food?" she asks. "or is this a mining trip this time?"
Chomqu' waits for the answer to that question as well.
Sybil glances over to T'Shaav, waiting as she types on her device.
"We will attempt to blend in and locate the Benzite and Vulcan lifesign supposed to be on this planet. This may be a very fluid situation," T'Shaav says. "Sometimes in the past, it has proven useful to reveal who and what we are. Sometimes not. We will have to see when we are there. Lieutenant Chandler, can you rescan and confirm those lifesigns are still there?"
Sybil nods as she does that scan.
Sybil says, "Yeah....they are still down there, sir."
T'Shaav nods. "Then, let us go and get them. One moment before we energize." She thumbs a button and talks to the bridge ...
Tink doesn't look completely comfortable, but gets ready for the transport.
>Intercom< T'Shaav says, "T'Shaav to bridge. The away team will be transporting. Maintain sensor lock on the signal from the chief's Qee tracking device. When that device leaves the planet, I want triangulation and nav plotting. Out."
Ki'Vek moves closer to the group for transport purposes.
T'Shaav says, "energizing."
>Intercom< Ensign Temple says, "Aye sir"
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Chandler.
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Chomqu'.
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
- Mine Pit <Zeria II>
- Deep in the hollow of a large open-pit mine is a flat area with a few structures placed upon it. The structures are clearly portable, although one building appears far sturdier than the others.
- A pathway with a rail system winds its way up and out of the pit. It appears the pathway is only used for foot traffic now.
- Lifeforms: Sybil and Chomqu'
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Nevabi in its place.
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving T'Shaav in its place.
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Ki'Vek in its place.
Much like last time, this pit smells like death and decay. It is not pleasant.
Sybil covers her nose as she makes sure that everything is still hidden and the like.
Ki'Vek rises to a height of over six feet, her tail uncoiling under her and her tongue flicking out repeatedly to smell the air.
T'Shaav waits for everyone to beam in. Quietly she gives a few instructions. "Chief, on your way. We will try not to be long. As to the rest of us, let us explore the village. And spread out. Just now we resemble a commando squad."
Chomqu' growls at the aroma, does that mean he likes it?
Samar waves, "Don't forget about me."
Tink covers her nose, then takes a few steps away and looks around.
T'Shaav goes Up.
Chomqu' goes Up.
Ki'Vek goes Up.
Chandler goes Up.
- Village <Zeria II>
- A little ways from the mine pit is a small village. The structures are more like huts, crudely crafted from available materials. The huts vary greatly in size, some large enough for only a few occupants, while others could house a few dozen or more.
- Lifeforms: T'Shaav, Chomqu', Ki'Vek, and Sybil
Ki'Vek seems to leave the other area reluctantly, but she slithers her way after the others.
Tink is nowhere nearly as reluctant. She follows eagerly.
There is some activity here but not a lot. It seems most people are in for the day, or maybe working elsewhere.
Chomqu' discreetly scans the area with his tricorder.
Sybil moves along as she walks around a bit. "Hmmm."
T'Shaav finds a secluded spot and speaks quietly to Chomqu. "Anything notable there?" She nods to the hand where the tricorder may be tucked.
Tink looks at the huts here, wondering how many people they regularly hold.
Chomqu' points at the larger hut, "Sirs, several lifesigns in that structure. Possibly the Benzite as well."
T'Shaav says, "and what of the Vulcan? Any sign?"
Chomqu' shakes his head, "Not in range of the tricorder, sir."
Ki'Vek slinks around the side of one of the huts and peers behind it.
T'Shaav nods, suppressing a slight wince as her concealed commbadge goes off. "Alright. There are too many of us to simply go walking in there. Let me deal with callisto. Chandler and Svetzvani, go in there and see if we can get beds for the night. Or whatever context you deem best. The rest of us will join you after finishing our look around the village."
Tink nods to T'Shaav, then glances over at Chandler and approaches the door of the hut in question. She steps up to it and knocks.
Sybil nods a bit as she licks her lips. With that she moves over with Tink.
There is no answer to the knock, but there are voices inside the hut.
Ki'Vek finds nothing behind the hut she's checking out, so she rejoins the others.
A local comes out of the larger hut, nearly hitting Tink on the way out. They ignore her and walk on. Inside the hut a few people can be seen sitting at a large table. Several conversations appear to be taking place.
Tink resettles herself and looks over at Chandler. "Should we go in?" she asks quietly, one hand gesturing to the door.
T'Shaav leaves Svetz and chandler to their opening business and discretely signals to the other two. "Let us recheck the mine and the building for our other life sign. It may be that the person is deceased as well."
Sybil blinks a few times then watches the one moving away. For a moment she then looks but then nods to Tink with a smile. "Yup...let's go for it."
Chomqu' has a confused look, "A dead person does not show up on lifesigns detection, sir." He nods and follows T'Shaav regardless.
Ki'Vek looks back toward the mine and nods, quickly moving back in that direction.
Tink takes a breath, then heads in.
The door leading to Large Hut swooshes open.
- Large Hut <Zeria II>
- The flooring of this larger hut is a mix of dirt, mud, and straw. Over the years it has formed into a sort of rough tile like surface. There are dividers separating parts of the hut from others. Some are clearly sleeping areas, but there is also a communal area as well with a long table with a bench to each side.
Chandler arrives from Village.
The door leading to Out swooshes closed.
No one makes a move to even notice two new people have entered the hut. Its clear there are several small groups of people at the table, some are eating, some are drinking, and there are certainly a few people having polite conversation. The sounds of a baby crying can be heard from one of the sectioned areas at the back.
Sybil looks around a bit as she sees the groups. A slight smile tugs at her lips and then she looks over to Tink with a nod.
Tink moves over to one of the tables and waves to the people there who are eating. "How's it going?" she asks. "Good stuff?" She gestures to the food.
One of those eating nods, "More came in today through the pod. Those people who offered to help us, have again sent us more food." The person studies your clothes and they are far too clean for you to be a worker here, "You are not from here. Did you just arrive?"
Sybil smiles a bit as she nods. "Yeah...we're still trying to get settled and the like."
Tink nods, agreeing with Sybil. "How do we find food, lodging, that sort of thing?" she asks. She leans against Chandler in a friendly way, trying to emote a casual mood.
No one recognizes Tink at the moment, either none from that earlier encounter in the pod room are here, or they have poor memories. Who could forget Tink afterall. "Normally food is only given out after you have worked the mines." One of the others at the table says, "But, if you are hungry, we have some that was generously given to us. If you need a hut, I can show you an empty one after you eat."
Sybil puts an arm on Tink's shoulder as she nods. "You guys are too nice. We'll of course earn our keep and the like." She then nudges her friend as she smiles. "And we'd hate to impose....but thank you for sharing. And we'd like that if you don't mind."
"How many people are here?" Tink asks as she has a seat. "Are the sleeping quarters very crowded?"
"We've been lucky these last few weeks, and things have been better. Food, some medicine. It may not last, but for now I am as contented as I think I have ever been since arriving here." A few others nod to that sentiment. Someone else replies to Tink, "In all? A few thousand, but there are other small villages like this. There might be a hut available for two, but it will need to be cleaned out."
Sybil licks her lips then nods. "Well that's good to know though. You mentioned some people helping? Who's that? They seem to be decent people if they're helping out with all this...." A nod is given then she taps her chin. "For two? Hmmm...."
Tink shrugs her shoulders. "I'm sure we can manage to clean out a hut for two," she says. "So long as it has enough shelter from the elements?"
The door to the hut opens again and two males walk in. They are holding hands and showing affection for one another, obviously a couple. One of them is also Benzite.
Sybil nods to Tink as she leans against her slightly. "Well I can get to cleaning if you want....if you want to eat." Looking to the group she smiles. "I'm pretty good at finding my way round if you just want to point me the way....." Hearing the door open, she looks over and gives a smile and friendly nod to the pair before looking to see what Tink says.
Tink also notices the couple enter, and it kind of gives her an idea. She links fingers with Sybil and gives her a loving look. "I don't want to be apart from you," she says quietly, but loud enough for those at the table to hear. "Let's see what we're working with for a hut, and we'll get something to eat later." She reaches up with her free hand and touches Sybil's cheek tenderly.
The Benzite looks twice at the two human looking females, but is distracted by his companion. They find a place to sit to get something to eat. One of the people previously that offered to show Tink and Sybil the hut stands, "I can show you the way."
If she wasn't supposed to be undercover, it might have caught her off guard. A smile tugs at Sybil's lips as she nods then, leaning in to kiss Tink on the nose. "Alright alright. Its been rough....so I won't stray off...." Winking she then looks back to that one offering. "Thank you....though she's going to make me make sure she eats." Rolling her eyes playfully she stands up than nods. Looking around she smiles. "I know it's tough but at least this is a great gathering of people from different places. I bet you'd learn from each other too." Keeping her hand in Tink's she looks back to the couple. She smiles, giving a slight wave since they did look over to them.
Tink stands, putting on a relieved expression. She hugs Sybil, nuzzling her cheek into the taller woman's neck, pretending not to notice her wave at the others. "Come on," she says. "Let's go find our new place."
The person who offered to help leads the way out.
Sybil smiles as she nods then moves with Tink on the way out.
Tink follows along, still holding Sybil's hand.
The door leading to Out swooshes open.
Village <Zeria II>
A little ways from the mine pit is a small village. The structures are more like huts, crudely crafted from available materials. The huts vary greatly in size, some large enough for only a few occupants, while others could house a few dozen or more.
Chandler arrives from Large Hut.
The door leading to Large Hut swooshes closed.
"It's this way", the alien says, leading the way.
Sybil nods as she smiles, following along.
Tink does also, making small talk with Sybil and their guide as they go.
Near the edge of the village is a small hut that is in obvious disrepair. When it was last occupied isn't clear, but by the aroma they may not have been feeling well. "Like I said, you'll need to clean it out first." he points the way into the hut, but does not follow. Instead after giving you both a smile, he returns to the larger hut.
The door leading to Small Hut swooshes open.
- Small Hut <Zeria II>
- The interior of the hut is pretty barren, with well trampled straw all over the ground. There are two cots, each with a hammock strung above it. Room enough for four to sleep, not including the ground.
Sybil blinks as she steps in the stops. "....oh man." She scrunches her nose then pulls out her remote device.
Tink looks around when she enters and blinks. "This is... quaint," she says.
Sybil snorts as she looks at her device. "Yeah...that's one word...." Then she pauses. "Aw hell....they found the Vulcan....apparently injured." A beat. "T'Shaav would like you to perform an assessment....." Then she looks over. "But we also spotted that Benzite....."
Tink becomes very alert. "Where are they?" she asks. "The one who's injured is probably the priority. How badly is he injured?"
Sybil purses her lips. "Finding out now. They're talking transport...."
Sybil looks up than nods. "Come on. They're at the mining site behind a building."
Tink nods, then hurries.
- Mine Pit <Zeria II>
- Deep in the hollow of a large open-pit mine is a flat area with a few structures placed upon it. The structures are clearly portable, although one building appears far sturdier than the others.
- A pathway with a rail system winds its way up and out of the pit. It appears the pathway is only used for foot traffic now.
- Lifeforms: T'Shaav and Sybil
Sybil is walking briskly but not running so as not to draw attention to her. She looks to tink and leads her around behind the building where T'Shaav said they were located.
Tink follows along, her hands searching her pockets for the small medical tricorder she has hidden away.
Once the other away team members make their way to the back of the processing building, they will find T'Shaav, now alone, crouching amidst some debris and beside the body of an unconscious, possibly very injured Vulcan. No obvious wounds are visible on the male's body, but he does look very starved. "Lieutenants," the Vulcan says. She stands and moves back to give Svetz some room.
Sybil nods and stays back so that Tink can do her thing.
Tink drops to her knees next to the patient, complete disregard for the debris laying about. She scans him and studies the readout carefully. "He hasn't eaten in... weeks, I think," she whispers urgently.
T'Shaav nods. "Indeed," she murmurs. "His mind is incoherent, full of pain and anguished thoughts. I want to transport him directly to sickbay, but I wanted a medical assessment about doing that beforehand. DO you agree, counselor?"
Sybil blinks a few times then frowns but stays quiet.
Tink starts to breathe more rapidly. "He's... going into shock!" She closes her tricorder and looks up with pure anxiety in her bright blue eyes. "I can't do anything from here. The transport might kill him, but he's about to die here anyway."
T'Shaav nods and signals the ship rappidly by remote.
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs T'Shaav.
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Chandler.
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
- Sickbay <USS Callisto NX-99901>
- Sickbay aboard the vessel serves multiple functions, it is the trauma center, recovery room, and exam room. It can get a bit crowded when busy. This ward is capable of handling multiple injured personnel simultaneously, with the room separated into three sections, with a biobed in each. An alcove off to the side provides quick access to equipment and supplies needed for several types of emergencies. Black, glossy panelling runs uninterrupted along the bulkheads at shoulder height near the entry door, allowing access to the LCARS interface, and tracers set into the bulkheads close to the ceiling indicate the current alert status.
- Lifeforms: T'Shaav and Sybil
The somewhat abbreviated medical staff is waiting for the patient on emergency beam up to arrive. It seems a biobed and scanners are all set up.
>Intercom< T'Shaav says, "Away team aboard."
Sybil appears then steps out of the way.
Tink whips out her tricorder again and scans the patient as she explains the situation to a couple of trama nurses on staff. Those two get the Vulcan set up and begin work on him. Tink puts her device away and steps closer to the rest of the away team, allowing the onboard medical staff to take over from here. "He survived the transport," she says. "But I can't promise anything else."
T'Shaav nods. "Thank you, Counselor. I am sure you have done your best." She leads the other two to a corner of the small sickbay. "Tell me of your time in the village," she invites.
Sybil purses her lips but looks moves with the others. "Well we spotted the Benzite....."
Tink nods in agreement with Chandler. "He seemed... quite well, actually."
T'Shaav nods. "Did you get a sense on whether he would be willing to leave?"
Sybil shrugs. "No clue. We saw him in passing and didn't get to talk to him. He was sitting down to eat."
Tink looks at Sybil. "If I had to guess though," she suggests. "Whether or not he's willing to leave would probably depend, at least in part, on the willingness of the one he was with to go with him."
"You will need to write up a description of your interactions," she says, "but what did you encounter there? It seems as though we will need to go back."
Sybil nods to Tink then stretches. "Exactly. And we went in, talked to some people. They mentioned the help they were getting. Then they offered us a hut for two. After that we got lead over to the hut then was able to finally see the message when we got left alone."
"These people seem a little more friendly than what I've noticed from the Qee slaves in the past," Tink puts in. "I'm almost certain it has something to do with the extra food and medical supplies they've been receiving."
T'Shaav nods. "One of you write it up when you have a moment. I want an hourly status report on the Vulcan," she tells medical. "Mr. Temple has a bearing and distance on the chief's beacon. So, we will make another attempt to contact the Benzite directly. Then, we will set a course for the chief's location."
Sybil nods as she rolls her shoulders. "Sounds good. We should at least see how he's doing...."
Tink agrees with Sybil. "When will we go back down?" she asks.
"I would like to transport down within the hour if you two are available," the Vulcan says.
Sybil nods then as she smiles. "I'm ready then."
The medical team is working very dilligently on the patient. Like typical doctors they don't share any information until there is a definitive outcome.
Tink takes another look at the patient and sighs. "Let's go," she says with determination.
T'Shaav works her remote band. With a final nod to medical, they beam out.
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Chandler.
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
- Mine Pit <Zeria II>
- Deep in the hollow of a large open-pit mine is a flat area with a few structures placed upon it. The structures are clearly portable, although one building appears far sturdier than the others.
- A pathway with a rail system winds its way up and out of the pit. It appears the pathway is only used for foot traffic now.
- Lifeforms: Sybil
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving T'Shaav in its place.
A crew of miners make there way out of the mine and towards the building. The cart they are pushing goes squeek squeek with every turn of the wheel.
T'Shaav materializes in what's becoming the usual beam-in spot. Letting the miners get out of sight, she starts heading for the village.
Sybillooks around and then takes a deep breath as she looks to the others.
Tink sets herself, glancing over towrd the area where they found the nearly dead Vulcan. "I'm ready," she says softly.
T'Shaav goes Up.
Chandler goes Up.
- Village <Zeria II>
- A little ways from the mine pit is a small village. The structures are more like huts, crudely crafted from available materials. The huts vary greatly in size, some large enough for only a few occupants, while others could house a few dozen or more.
- Lifeforms: T'Shaav and Sybil
T'Shaav heads casually along the village street. Benzites are fairly easy to spot, though she is trying not to draw attention to herself.
Sybil looks to Tink and smiles as she links arms with the shorter woman.
Tink raises one brow, then grins back. She leans her head against Sybils shoulder as they walk, lightly running her nails of her other unlinked hand up and down Sybils arm. She adopts a dreamy expression on her face.
The Benzite and his companion can be seen exiting the larger hut. They both seem giddy, perhaps intoxicated, if there is even alcohol here. They aren't on the street long before entering one of the smaller huts.
T'Shaav gestures the other two ahead of her. "Perhaps an accidental entry?" She suggests quietly, nodding to that hut. "You two would be more convincing than I."
Sybil glances back to T'Shaav, brow raised but then she just looks to Tink. Giving a nod she takes the woman's hand then starts laughing as she tugs her along near the hut. "Come on, beautiful!" With that she winks before moving to the door, her hand on the door as she giggles. "I think....this the same they showed us. Let's go snuggle up...." And she's....going to open the door...if it's not locked....well try to. Whoops...lost.
Tink plays along, pretending to make attempts at planting a series of kisses on Sybils face but missing as they stumble up to the door.
The door leading to Small Hut swooshes open.
Chandler leaves for Small Hut.
Small Hut <Zeria II>
The interior of the hut is pretty barren, with well trampled straw all over the ground. There are two cots, each with a hammock strung above it. Room enough for four to sleep, not including the ground.
Lifeforms: Sybil
As they have only had a couple minutes the couple isn't too far into their union, but they have certainly begun the heavy petting portion of the evening. This of course is quickly halted when Tink and Sybil burst in. "Hey! Get your own room." the non-Benzite says.
Sybil blinks as she looks over then covers her virgin eyes. "Oh shit sorry!!" She moves her hand that seemed to find Tink's backside to grab the woman by the hand. "I'm so sorry! I thought this was the one we got shown earlier."
Still pretending to be trying to kiss Sybil, Tink actually does plant one on the corner of the other woman's mouth as they burst through the door. "It /is/ the one we were shown earlier," she says in a whine. She appears to be trying now to find a way to pull Sybil's pants off.
"Well it's not empty now." The non-Benzite says. To which the Benzite adds, "And we're not into sharing."
Sybil blinks as she raises a brow then as she snorts. "Well then...." Grabbing Tink's hands to 'stop' her she looks to the Benzite. "Neither does this one. My ex back on Earth however...." She trails off then shrugs a bit. "Well get out of your hair....you two have fun....we'll wait." Then she looks to Tink. "....we clean up the place and go figure."
Tink shakes her head. "People need to learn to share," she says, then leans in to kiss Sybil again while reaching past her to push the door closed. As soon as it clicks shut, she abandones the pretense and turns away from Sybil just before their lips touch. She focuses on the other couple and returns to her normal, professional manner. "Sorry to interupt your time," she says. "But we need to talk."
The non-Benzite calls out, "Now who the hell is at the door?!!"
Sybil sighs as she just leans against the door. That giggly version of herself is gone as he nods, folding her arms. "We do unfortunately. And this spot is much more....quiet."
The Benzite says, "What is this all about. Earth?" He looks Sybil and Tink over, then sees a Vulcan come in. "Who are you?"
Tink steps back and opens the door quickly to let T'Shaav in, then returns her attention to the Benzite and his companion when the door is again secure. "We're not here against our will," she begins. "We've come to find you. We've been looking for a very long time."
Sybil looks to T'Shaav then back to the Benzite. "A long time but we're here to help."
T'Shaav takes in Tink's words and the Benzite's remark and makes a quick decision. "What she says is true," she tells the Benzite. "We mean you no harm, and we can be of assistance."
Zoka, the Benzite, as you will eventually learn, fastens the front of his pants up and straightens up his shirt. He stands and helps his mate up. "Starfleet?" he asks T'Shaav. "You aren't part of the Antietam, I'd remember.
Another ship?"
Sybil smiles as she pushes off of the door and nods. "Exactly. We're with the USS Phoenix and we were sent out here to find the Antietam and her crew. It took us a bit but....we're here."
"We can help you get back home," Tink adds, then steps forward and holds out a hand. "My name is Tink," she says. "I'm the ship's counselor."
T'Shaav nods. "I am the Phoenix's chief tactical officer, T'Shaav," she says. "We apologize for arriving at an awkward moment, but you are the only Antiedam crewmember remaining on this planet. We are willing to answer your questions and get you offworld if you wish." Her gaze rests briefly on the Benzite's companion. She's not forgotten the other person.
Sybil smiles as she wiggles her fingers. "I'm Sybil, chief flight controller....." She winks at the pair before smiling. "But yes....we can get y'all back to our ship and get you all checked out before taking you to the Phoenix once we're done out here."
Zoka says, "I'm, or I was, Ensign Zoka, flight deck officer aboard the Antietam. I'd say your timing was impeccable, but waiting five and half years puts a damper on that notion." He glances at his mate, "What of O'wr, his homeworld was decimated by the Overlords, the populace either killed or enslaved. I can't leave him here."
Tink considers the other man, then glances at Sybil and T'Shaav. "What if we could take him with us?" she asks. "All that would be needed is for him to ask."
T'Shaav nods. "I believe the captain would grant you asylum," she says to the Benzite's companion. "If you wish to go as well." She glances down at her wristband remote, but says nothing about what she sees there as she taps a discrete response.
Sybil shrugs. "I wasn't planning on leaving him." She smiles then. "I mean it's not my call but....I still wasn't going to separate people either."
Zoka nudges O'wr in the ribs gently to get him to ask, "Then I ask for asylum from this place." O'wr says. "Besides Zoka, there is nothing but death here."
Tink grins a little, but forces herself to remain reserved. She looks to the Benzite, moisture glistening in her eyes. "And you?" she asks. "You do want to go home, back to your family, your friends? Everything needs to be perfectly clear regarding your intentions."
Sybil smiles as she listens. Glancing down her top at her own remote device, she squints then nods as she folds her arms.
Zoka nods, "If you leave me here I'll be filing a formal complaint with Starfleet Command." he grabs onto his partner, "But yes please, take me away from here."
T'Shaav flicks a glance at Svetzvani and, strictly for the benefit of the Benzite, allows her mouth to quirk up slightly at the corners for a moment. "Noted, Ensign. You will be transported to the cloaked escort cruiser we have in orbit. We will answer all your questions there." She taps her remote one more time.
Tink lets her smile beam as a tear spills from one eye to trickle down her cheek. She steps forward and takes a hand of each of the two men and draws them closer to the rest of the away team. "Come on," she says emotionally. "Let's go home."
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs T'Shaav.
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Chandler.
Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.
- Transporter Room <USS Callisto NX-99901>
- The first feature of this room that catches one's eye upon entering is a circular dais located to the left of the entrance. The transporter platform is marked with placeholders for six people, and the ceiling above is fitted with a variety of equipment to aid and assist the transport process, as is the platform itself. Opposite the transporter platform on the other side of the room is the transporter control console, which bestows the system operator with a variety of tools to fine tune the process. The stand up console is positioned against the bulkhead, affording the operator only enough room to operate the console.
- Lifeforms: T'Shaav and Sybil
O'wr looks around in awe, "We are in space?" he asks. Perhaps his species doesn't have space travel. Or maybe he never made it there. Zoka squeezes his partners hand, "We are." he too looks around, "What class of ship is this?" He is a flight deck officer and knows his ships, but doesn't recognize this one.
Sybil smiles as she motions around. "This is our corvette from the Phoenix, the Callisto. A lot smaller then our main but does great for runs like this."
"As the ship's Counselor, I'm also the Diplomatic Officer," Tink says with a smile. "I know I'm not in uniform, but I would still like to officially welcome you aboard. During your stay, if you need anything at all, please let me know." She smiles at the two newcomers.
Zoka asks, "Do you have a sonic shower big enough for two? You interrupted our evening afterall." O'wr gets the gist of the comment and blushes. "Zoka!"
Sybil almost chokes at the comment then laughs. "Uh.....if I can make these work you'll be fine." Giving a wink she then smiles. "But of course we'll have to get you all checked out and find you some quarters."
Tink nods. "Come on," she says. "I'll show you to sickbay, then see to your accomidations while you're getting you medical checks." She gestures for them to follow, then moves toward the door.
T'Shaav steps down off the transporter platform and holds out a hand. "A moment, before you go to sickbay," she says.
Tink turns back to face T'Shaav, a questioning look on her face.
Sybil pauses and looks over with a smile. "Sup?"
"I received word from the Callisto while we were on the surface," T'Shaav says. "Unfortunately, the Vulcan we rescued, Lieutenant Junior Grade Sirel, did not survive. He was ... too far gone."
Tink's happy mood falters and her shoulders slump. "I..." She pauses, then takes a moment to collect herself. "I was afraid that might happen," she says sadly, then looks at the door where the newcomers have just gone. "I'll... let them know before they get to sickbay."
Sybil blinks and then runs her hands through her hair. "....oh no....." Pursing her lips she just shakes her head. "God that's horrible...."
T'Shaav nods and lets that have a moment of silence. When she speaks again, it's to Chandler. "The chief's world is approximately 25 light years from here. I do not have the entire exact bearing anymore, Approximate bearing 341 mark 68 from this position. Mr. Temple can be more precise. We will depart in the morning."
Tink seems to collect herself, then gestures for the door. "If yu're finished with me," she says to T'Shaav.
Sybil nods slowly then smiles slightly. "Yes....yes sir." She clears her throat then straightens her top. "Anything else?"
T'Shaav shakes her head slowly. "You may both go. Thank you. you have done well."