[RPG] Star Trek: Outlying Territory

[Republican_Man]

Volch had been knocked unconcious by the blow when they landed. A moment after the present time, Barney awoke next to him. He brushed Volch's body.
"Mr. Vulcan. Mr. Vulcan, wake up. I think we've landed..." Barney said, frantically.
Volch du Sema awoke. He pushed his arms against the ground, grunted, and stood. "Landed?" he said. "Odd..." He tapped his commbadge. "Lieutenent Endil, this is Ensign Volch du Sema," he called to the assistant security chief. "What is happening?"

[Hitchhiker]

-Antares, Engineering-

Teran woke up with a splitting headache. He absently touched a finger to his scalp and felt the dried blood there. He stayed lying down for several more seconds until his vision cleared, then he got up and surveyed the situation.

Engineering was a wreck. Main power offline, only the red emergency lighting provided an eerie illumination throughout the entire room. Corpses and engineered crewmen lay strewn across the floor. Teran recognised the chief engineer, dead near a console.

Teran stumbled over to the single working console in engineering. It flickered sporadically. He called up a master systems display and looked at it critically. The ship was in very bad shape. If they had been adrift in space in this condition, they would not have lasted long. As it was, they had managed to crash land on an alien planet. Fascinating.

Teran noted, fortunately, that the comm system was still functioning. Aware that he was the only engineer left alive in engineering, with two dead crewmen and a dead chief engineer as companions, Teran tapped his combadge. "Engineering to the Bridge. Is there anyone left alive up there?"

[Lord Borg]

~Sickbay, whats left of it~

Joqan answerd the hail, even though he could barly hear the man.

"I dont know Ensign, I am stuck in sickbay, stay where you are for now, unless you need medical attention, do you?"

Joqan winced. His hand, he looked and saw a shard in it. He pulled on it. he winced again as it came out. It had gone deeper then he thought. He looked at the shard. By the looks of the jaged endge,he was lucky it didn't grind the bone to a pulp

[ObsidianPrime]

Everyone at Camp Cloudforest heard it, though of course, between the mountains and the vegetation, nobody saw it. A distant roaring, like they'd heard a dozen or so times since Splashdown, only this time it sounded like it passed right overhead (which probably meant it was several kilometers off at the very least). The ground seemed to tremble under them and seconds after it passed, the bowshock of the ship's passing slammed into the jungle, bowing the trees over, throwing dust in everyone's eyes, knocking over people and structures alike.

Swearing, Rynn dropped the rest of the way to the ground, arms covering her head, spitting moist dirt and gritting her teeth. It was over in a few seconds, and she stood up to look around.

This time was definitely the worst that they'd caught since they'd first dug in here; the screeching crunch of impact reached them only a few minutes later. Close by. Maybe they made a decent landing, and some of their equipment survived, maybe they can be pursuaded to let us borrow some of it.

Later. Taking a breath, she shouted "All right, people, come on, get up and put the camp back into order. We've got to get back on our feet before anyone decides to try us. Morton, Lindstrom, pay particular attention to Stores, god help us if we've lost anything irreplaceable. Fong, run across camp and get in touch with the Doc, put first priority on anything he needs, and that goes double for the cryo pods. Pass the word to the techs, everyone on-deck, we're bound to have lost more than one solar panel and those are on the same priority as the pods. Hastings! Get on the horn with the OPs, tell 'em whatever they do to keep an eye out for movement."

Subsiding, she took a few breaths, and then started over to help sort out the peices of a collapsed prefab barracks. Marines fanned out to do the same, those she�d ordered dashing off in all directions, Hastings squatting down to call up the Observation Posts on the highest points around their crater-valley.

After five minutes or so, Hastings looked at her, talking rapidly into the phone (neccessity being the mother of invention; wires couldn�t be intercepted by the enemy, or more importantly interfered with by the general muck that interfered with subspace communications in the area) with wide eyes. Nodding to himself, he hung up and ran toward her across the HQ clearing. �LT! LT! You�re not going to believe this,� he skidded to a halt and looked at her �Ma�am, that ship that just came down. She�s one of ours.�

Rynn had stopped what she was doing, waving the Marines to continuing working �Federation merchant shipping? Alliance warship?� Her eyes widened, too, and she was almost grinning.

�Better! Starfleet, LT! Intrepid-class, they saw it clearly from OP Two. She came in pretty hard, tore right through the plain and pancaked directly into Thunder Bluff, north of us. You know, where��

�I remember Thunder Bluff, Corporal,� she said, somewhat stiffly. �Get OP One and Two to start scouring that area with infared and anything else that�s still working�Sergeant Major!� she turned to face across the clearing �Get the alert unit ready for a forced march, I�m leaving ten minutes before that ship came in!�

�Yes, ma�am,� the man growled, scowling around at the partially-collapsed armory before striding off bellowing. �Sergeant Randalman!�

Taking another breath, she looked around �Peirce! Where�s Peirce?� a pause �Pass the word to Peirce, then, he�s in command until I get back. Tell him I want Alpha Company put on defensive alert now, us moving is going to attract attention��

Subsiding, she checked her eqiupment. Sidearm, utility kit, uniform, boots. Sighing, she went over to help pull panels off the armory, scrounging through the gear until she could find a mostly-fitting, mostly-complete kit and buckle it on. Survival pack, grenade bandolier (almost empty), rifle sling (empty, the machine shop was still working on making decent weapons out of scarce scrap metal), anti-fragment body armor (there wasn�t too much use for any other kind here, energy weapons were scarce among any group that�d been dirtside for more than a few years, and most of them had), command helmet with jury-rigged rechargeable power source, good for an hour and a half of operation if it worked at all.

�Leftenant?�

Straightening, she fiddled with the straps of the slightly-constricting torso shell. �Tully. Good, I was going to pass the word but you can have in in person. I�m taking the alert platoon out to this crash site, A company is standing to for guard duty. I want the rest of B company to gear up as soon as possible and move out after us.�

�Aye, ma�am. This one looks salvageable?�

She grinned at him, a tall, slight-seeming Earth Human with hay-colored hair and light blue eyes and a trace of a British accent �No, OP says she�s pretty trashed. But she�s one of ours!� she clapped him on the shoulder �Maybe they�ll have some parts that we lack, eh? Maybe,� she slipped into an almost reverent tone �they�ll have a few cases of undamaged sarium krellide cells.�

He grinned back wryly, dropping to his hands and knees to help sort different pieces of gear out. �It�ll be at least an hour, if not more, before I can Bravo moving, with this mess.� Barking his knuckles on something, he swore and sat back, looking up at her �More, assuredly. Two or three. You�re going to be on your own out there for awhile, Leftenant.� His expression was decidedly unhappy.

She bit her lip, sighing �Yeah. But odds are against that being a Corps transport, and even if it isn�t a bunch of Regulars, they�re going to need help. Native guides.� She bared her teeth in a mirthless grin �Do the best you can. They hit the base of Thunder Bluff, it�s only three or four hours away at a walk, probably wise to stay off the lowlands as much as possible. We�ll have flares.� Biting harder, she cut off the flow of words, nodded to the other officer, and moved off toward where the alert platoon was forming up. They�d been ready to move, gear at hand rather than in the armory and so they were ready in ten minutes, instead of three hours.

She was just jumpy because they�d be getting word from outside, and hopefully badly-needed equipment. The news would matter most, though. Nobody in camp had any idea how the War was going, if Chintauka had turned the tide or not. A lot of the older groups in the lowlands, ones that weren�t instantly hostile, didn�t even know a war was on, they�d been down here so long.

Nodding to her Sergeant Major, who was pacing through the group checking gear and growling, she said �All right, here it is. A Starfleet ship just came down, straight into Thunder Bluff.� A few faces paled, a few expressions hardened, and more than a few sets of teeth gritted at this �We can make it there in a few hours if we move. That ship is bound to be stuffed full of Regulars, and they�ll be sitting ducks out here, especially when the Lowlanders start moving in. We�ve got to get there, we�ve got to get there now, and we�ve got to secure the crash site. The rest of Bravo company will be behind us as soon as they can get there, and we�ll evacuate the survivors and anything we can salvage when we�ve been reinforced. Basic combat load, if anyone�s carrying any spare food or gear leave it.� She nodded curtly �Move out!�

�Yes, ma�am!� they choroused, falling into marching array and trotting off toward the northern valley exit.

[Lt. Colonel Reddings]

"I dont know Ensign, I am stuck in sickbay, stay where you are for now, unless you need medical attention, do you?"

�No sir. Im fine. Im in the Science lab on the other side of Deck Five, I could rendezvous with you sir. There is bound to be plenty of casualties.�

He didn�t wait for his reply. He left his science lab and quickly made way for sickbay, not seeing anyone else in the corridor, injured or uninjured.

He rammed on the door, pressed the call button, hit the emergency release yet still nothing happened.

�Ahh,� He let out a sigh, he grabbed a magnetic discharger and attempted to muscle the door open. It was working, but slowly. The frame around the doors must have been bent in the crash. With a final shove he got them half over and entered the sickbay.

�Hey can I help you with that,� was the first thing out o his mouth in regard to his fellow officers hand, � I have some medical training.�

[Arellia]

Sickbay

Arellia shot a glare in the directon of the science officer, a cat protecting her territory. With the other doctors gone, it was her sickbay, and Joquan was her friend. Not his. She shook the thoughts out of her head. Emergency, damn it, stay calm. "I believe I'd be better suited to care for him." She nodded curtly to the officer, "Dr. Arellia Forai. Joquan," her attention snapped onto the security officer, "We need to get an inventory of the people on board. Can you arrange for secuirty to hunt down the wounded?'

[Lt. Colonel Reddings]

"Oh," Realizing his mistake at once, "Im sorry Dr. I hadnt seen you there. "Ensign Acredis Ma'am," He waited for the Dr. to sort through the Security officers wounds. After she was done.

"I was the only one in the science labs before the crash Dr. Im not exactly sure what I can do. As far as I can tell you are the senior most officer Ive ran into so far."

He waited for her to respond, although he could already sense the gears turning in her head. He withdrew immidiatly. They were in no position for him to be poking into her mind.

[Hitchhiker]

Teran repeated his call to the bridge. When there was no response, he got up and looked around. His first duty, logically, was to secure engineering against the possibility of further intrusion, sabotage, or incident. The emergency bulkheads had already been activated, but there was a dangerous coolant leak in one section that threatened to corrode the bulkheads and cause a rupture in the EPS grid.

He moved over to a console and carefully connected it to the auxiliary power supply. After it came online, he rerouted the coolant flow away from that area and activated the fire suppression systems, which had not come on automatically for some reason.

Teran realised, however, that he could not do this all alone. That was why there were engineers, plural. Or at least there should be. But only four had been on duty, and three were dead, plus the chief engineer. He did not know where the other engineers were--presumably in bed, alive, injured, or dead--but knew that if the ship were to get main power back any time soon, they would need as many engineers working on it as possible.

He decided to try the bridge one more time before going there himself. "Engineering to the bridge. Anyone, please respond."