[Unknown settlement, ch'Dabhae]
Cyrin had finished the diagnostics and uploaded the coordinates into the shuttle, "Lieutenant, whenever you are ready." He said trying to speed things up, he was ready to get this done. The dead bodies were starting to bother him, and the stench of the planet was causing his stomach to turn. 'Just give him a Vulcan neck pinch so I can get off this damned planet,' Cyrin thought to himself annoyed at the Romulan surgeon's rash behavior.
His eyes looked up at the shuttle as he finally ascended the pile's peak. Aehlen heard the Lieutenant but he simply dismissed her comment with "smertau" as his rebuttal. His attention moved from the annoyance to the bodies beneath him. Pulling a small vial out of his medical kit he carefully examined the hands of several corpses. Finding one to his liking he pulled out his medical tricorder, scanned it, and then snapped the thumb off the dead hand. Dropping the now detached digit into the vial he put it into the medical kit and then looked up at the shuttle "I am done here."
"Ma so-resh ri lof hi nam-tor ri wak na'nash-veh."
Sakarra turned on her heel, not waiting for the man to scamper back down before he followed her. If it was his intention to try her patience, he could hardly have picked a worse time to do so.
Hands clasped behind her back, the young woman willed herself to stoicism and slowly strode back towards the Fortis, hearing the unmistakable sound of the surgeon's saunter not far behind.
"Ish-veh ni flekh" she murmured, shaking her head.
Sakarra turned on her heel, not waiting for the man to scamper back down before he followed her. If it was his intention to try her patience, he could hardly have picked a worse time to do so.
Hands clasped behind her back, the young woman willed herself to stoicism and slowly strode back towards the Fortis, hearing the unmistakable sound of the surgeon's saunter not far behind.
"Ish-veh ni flekh" she murmured, shaking her head.
Cyrin watched as the surgeon and Lieutenant came closer to the shuttle, then he saw it. His stomach did flips and his face paled, "He isn't coming on board with that…that," he quickly grabbed his mouth and darted out of the shuttle and behind it were he lost what little was in his stomach before returning wiping his mouth. "No, he can't come on the shuttle with that." He stated still very pale and nauseous.
"Do you require treatment for your illness?" Aehlen's asked ignoring the Ensign and stepping onto the shuttle with the sample, whipping out his medical tricorder he began to scan the young man "I am less familiar with Betazoid anatomy."
Cyrin's black eyes got as big as commbadges, "Get. That. Thing. Away. From. Me." He stressed each word trying to avoid the bile that was forcing its way up. A memory of his father slipped into place along with the emotions it carried. He turned towards Sakarra and focused watching the memory ebb away. "Lieutenant, please have this…this…" he couldn't finish his sentence as he turned out of the door of the shuttle and lost his stomach again, "get him away from me. And get that thing off the shuttle, I know where it's at."
It was becoming rather bothersome that she could not take the deep breath her lungs and composure desired to.
"Osharushsu." Sakarra's firm voice held a faint echo of a Vulcan matriarch expressing displeasure as she pointed towards one of the seats in the shuttle's hold "If you would please secure yourself and your equipment for departure now."
"Osharushsu." Sakarra's firm voice held a faint echo of a Vulcan matriarch expressing displeasure as she pointed towards one of the seats in the shuttle's hold "If you would please secure yourself and your equipment for departure now."
She did not wait to see whether the surgeon would comply, her entire stance suggesting that she fully expected him to do so without delay, but stepped over to the young Betazoid whose eyes looked almost as haunted as her own might right now, if she would ever allow for such a thing to happen.
"Ensign." There truly was no time for this, although she could not help but experience a moment of compassion as she studied his pale face.
"That 'thing' as you put it is nothing you need to be concerned about. Be it here or out there, what is done is done. I require you to focus on our task so that we may possibly aid those who are still alive."
With a small telepathic nudge intended to convey reassurance, the dark haired Vulcan made her way back to the pilot seat, giving Cyrin another second to regain his composure. As she passed the already departure-ready Commander, she favored him with an appreciative nod and then gracefully slid into her chair.
"Ensign." There truly was no time for this, although she could not help but experience a moment of compassion as she studied his pale face.
"That 'thing' as you put it is nothing you need to be concerned about. Be it here or out there, what is done is done. I require you to focus on our task so that we may possibly aid those who are still alive."
With a small telepathic nudge intended to convey reassurance, the dark haired Vulcan made her way back to the pilot seat, giving Cyrin another second to regain his composure. As she passed the already departure-ready Commander, she favored him with an appreciative nod and then gracefully slid into her chair.
Aehlen gave Sakarra a strange look but took her advice for he, and perhaps he alone on the shuttle, could differentiate the accentuation in her voice. As he bent down to sit the mechanical servo's in his leg wheezed, not loud, but well enough to be noticed. Aehlen slid a hand across the dull metal "iurret daehlen" he said to it.
Cyrin nodded to Sakarra, the stench was doing nothing to help him calm his stomach, nor did the intruding doctor. This…this war zone as he saw it was enough to make any Betazoid or mix there of squeamish. He had wanted nothing more than to take that tricorder and feed it to the Romulan surgeon. A wave of anger came and went as he breathed the foul stench one more time before stepping into the shuttle, his black eyes glaring at the surgeon, 'I hope they rust with the decay of your help,' he thought to himself referring to the Romulan's servos. His face still pale, his stomach dancing the 'Nutcracker Suite' he eased himself into the co-pilots chair and began sealing the hatches.
A whoosh could be heard as the doors sealed and the shuttle began providing fresh air, his clothes reeked of the decay. It would take thirty sonic showers just to get the smell from his body alone. "Pre-flight diagnostic has been done," he paused a moment to settle his stomach trying not to focus on the digit that was but a few meters away from him, "r-ready," he stumbled breathing in the fresh air "when you are Lieutenant."
A whoosh could be heard as the doors sealed and the shuttle began providing fresh air, his clothes reeked of the decay. It would take thirty sonic showers just to get the smell from his body alone. "Pre-flight diagnostic has been done," he paused a moment to settle his stomach trying not to focus on the digit that was but a few meters away from him, "r-ready," he stumbled breathing in the fresh air "when you are Lieutenant."
Sakarra simply nodded in confirmation before her fingers danced over the console and the Fortis lifted off the ground, trailing clouds of dust.
The hum of the modified engines had become as familiar to her as the shuttle's altered 'feel' and they swiftly ascended towards the mountain range that loomed before them in shades of jade green and blue.
A graceful turn brought them over a line of jagged peaks and there before them was another stretch of rolling hills, dotted with clear blue lakes and more forests.
The coordinates were right before them but truth be told, at this distance the shuttle was picking up the signal very well on it's own. And just as the young Vulcan saw they were approaching a tiny settlement nestled among the hills, the broken hull of a Romulan bomber appeared at the periphery of her vision and Cyrin's console chirped excitedly with the reading of several life signs.
The hum of the modified engines had become as familiar to her as the shuttle's altered 'feel' and they swiftly ascended towards the mountain range that loomed before them in shades of jade green and blue.
A graceful turn brought them over a line of jagged peaks and there before them was another stretch of rolling hills, dotted with clear blue lakes and more forests.
The coordinates were right before them but truth be told, at this distance the shuttle was picking up the signal very well on it's own. And just as the young Vulcan saw they were approaching a tiny settlement nestled among the hills, the broken hull of a Romulan bomber appeared at the periphery of her vision and Cyrin's console chirped excitedly with the reading of several life signs.
Well, they could investigate the ship of course but logic dictated that whoever activated the signal would hardly have lingered there.
Sakarra throttled down and made a low pass over the village so as to alert the inhabitants to their arrival - difficult to tell how they might react to an odd looking Starfleet shuttle but one could safely assume they would not respond kindly to people dropping in without announcing their presence first.
Sakarra throttled down and made a low pass over the village so as to alert the inhabitants to their arrival - difficult to tell how they might react to an odd looking Starfleet shuttle but one could safely assume they would not respond kindly to people dropping in without announcing their presence first.
This settlement did not quite provide an adequate landing spot so the young Vulcan opted for a patch of grass right where the main street led out of the row of low buildings and then nodded towards her passengers.
"Commander Marcus, I believe under the circumstances I shall defer to your judgment as to how we should proceed."
"Commander Marcus, I believe under the circumstances I shall defer to your judgment as to how we should proceed."
Marcus was already thinking. He reached under the seat and pulled out a weapons case. He opened it and retrieved a Phaser Rifle. He checked the charge and pulled out his Tricorder. "Its hard to get an exactly clear reading with this, but it looks clear out there for now." He said. "Let me off here. I will make sure its clear before giving the ok to come out." he said.
"Very good, Commander." Sakarra nodded as Cyrin operated the controls that made the rear hatch descend with a metallic whine.
[End Log]
Commander Dylan Marcus
Chief Security Officer
&
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
&
Ensign Cyrin Dicari
Chief Operations Officer
&
Arrain Aehlen tr'Kethry
Surgeon
USS Charon
