USS PATRIOT: UNKNOWN PLANET: Transporter Sire ("You've got Questions?")

From: Matt LaRocque (larocque.matt_at_gmail.com)
Date: Sat Jun 02 2007 - 18:34:36 PDT


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"You've got Questions?"
Con't from "Protectors"
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Location: Unknown Planet
Stardate: 2.70602.2133
Scene: Transporter site

Kel looked out across the plains and uttered a curse to himself.

This planet was certainly a strange one. Tricorder scans revealed this
to be a Class L planet, Oxygen/Argon atmosphere. They could breathe
but their lungs would start to burn after a few days.

"Care to join us?" Helice chided. Kel turned about and stood still for
a moment. Helice and Tam were still looking around the transport site,
though Helice was definately looking worse for wear.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked with some trepidation. Helice
rose from her sitting position to look Kel right in the eye.

"What is your malfunction Lieutenant. I need my SOO right now, so why
don't you get into that thick skull of yours and pull out my
strategist, otherwise you're useless to me." She added a twist to the
corner of her lips that was closer to anger than contempt but he still
managed to recognized both. It was a side of the Captain that Kel had
never seen before and needless to say, it unnerved him.

He broke off the gaze and looked to the green-hued sky. After taking a
moment he seemed to pull together enough of himself to at least
resemble the same man whom was first stationed on the PATRIOT. The
same man who wouldn't let an unnerving mental episode sway him from
giving his commanding officer the truth about the grim specter of the
evidence. "If we stay here then we resign ourselves to the same fate
that happened to these people. Those footprints over there," He
gestured to the hoof prints in front of the cart "Whatever came
here,and I can only assume it was ugly because it stopped the load
bearing creatures right in their tracks only to suck them straight up
into thin air." He gestured adamantly toward the sky to punctuate his
point. Tam looked a little unnerved, yet Helice had become steeled.

"From the rest of it, I infer that there was a general panic among the
farmers, the tools strewn about carelessly and some have dug
themselves into the ground as if they were thrown as a weapon. But the
thing that really, really scares the crap out of me is that picnic set
up. I can't even begin to speculate what the hell people were doing
sitting there instead of working." His eyes had started to pop out of
his head like they frequently did when he became intensely focused,
and he made his way towards the pile of grain. He pulled the end of a
tri-pronged pitchfork out of the ground and started to fling the pink
sheaths from the top of the pile with channeled furor. Like most
haystacks, it didn't have a needle in it.

"So what now?" Tam asked. She was keeping a close eye on Helice to
make sure Tamak didn't regress into her conscious.

"Ben will have dispatched the Marines to keep us safe. We should stay
here for now." Helice ordered. Kel found it more than remarkable that
this was the same woman who was so frantic to leave the PAT.

Kel wasn't entirely happy with her decision as he wanted to start the
long trek toward the tiny settlement in the distance. He hoped that
something would be there that would give them some answers as to what
was happening. And then like a moment of divine inspiration, something
caught his eye.

"What is it?" Helice asked him. Her tone had softened slightly, but he
could tell he wasn't in her good books at the moment.

"I don't know." Kel replied. It was small and reflective, and a
tricorder scan merely revealed it was some sort of crystalline
element. Kel saved the scan into and tucked the piece into his pocket.
He opened his mouth to begin to speculate, but was interrupted by the
shimmery arrival of the Marine contingent assigned to babysit them.
The three naval officers shared a quick glance and readied themselves
for their new addition.

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Matt LaRocque
Lt. J.G. Kel McClellan
Strategic Operations Officer
USS PATRIOT

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