From: Matt LaRocque (larocque.matt_at_gmail.com)
Date: Sat Jun 02 2007 - 18:34:36 PDT
=/\= "You've got Questions?" Con't from "Protectors" =/\= 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. =/\= Matt LaRocque Lt. J.G. Kel McClellan Strategic Operations Officer USS PATRIOT From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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