From: Matt LaRocque (larocque.matt_at_gmail.com)
Date: Wed Jun 13 2007 - 14:01:22 PDT
=/\= "The ants go marching" Con't from "Round 1" =/\= Location: Unknown World Stardate: 2422 [2.7] 0613.1700 Scene: Da Plainz The plains of the strange world were proving to be rather unforgiving. The wind kicked up any sort of debris it could grasp with its wispy influence and carried it as far and as long as gravity or the poorly shielded bodies of the away team would allow. It was a strange paradox to even be on the planet. It wasn't within the confines of space/time as they knew and were accustomed to. This ghost world had lived up to its namesake both in relation to reality as well as habitation. Signs of life were everywhere, becoming more obvious as the away team got closer and closer to the village that still seemed miniscule on the horizon but in reality was about 5 kilometres away. Kel predicted that they would be there within three hours, assuming the two worlds didn't collide. The Marines were a welcome addition to the party planetside. Kel wasn't sure where all the people were, whether they had been blinked out of existance or were merely hiding from whatever force had started to push their world through the fabric of time and space like one would push a pin through a cushion. He was operating under the assumption however, that if they were still on this planet they would not be very friendly. He knew damned well he wouldn't be. Since the Captain had her break on the PATRIOT, he had become very wary about the present. Helice was still looking rather shaken, as though something had frightened her to her very core. She was more of a liabilty than a resource, something which bothered Kel far more than his earlier outburst had let on. The Captain was someone whom should give you the confidence to tackle any challenge you were presented with, be it nature or a fleet of Borg. At the moment, he wasn't sure if she was ready to cope with a grim discovery, which kept him ill at ease. Ensign Tam had been useful to the definition of her position. She had been keeping close watch on the Captain, but not much else. If it weren't for the five Marines forming a perimeter around the women, Kel was sure they would stumble into some calamity. Then again, he was the eternal pessimist. "Lieutenant." Dirak calmly got Kels attention as the Marine pulled alongside him, plasma rifle still making slow sweeps of the horizon waiting for the first sign of trouble. "What do you expect that we will encounter?" Kel kept his gaze out toward the horizon, "Honestly, I doubt we will find anything hostile. Scanners picked up no lifeforms, but given the scene at the transporter site the odds that we will come across anything seem rather low." Dirak wasted no time, "And what about the Captain?" "I don't know." The two walked in silence until they reached the settlement. =/\= Matt LaRocque Lt. J.G. Kel McClellan Strat. Ops. USS PATRIOT From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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