|Roleplay logs from the group|
Daily Logs 2-8-16I. Brava, Mira, Lev, Molly, and Fallan encounter new friendsDaily Logs 2-8-16 by LegacyLogs
[In the bowels of the planet, darkness pervades most everything, save for the occasional glowing blue plant lending an eerie light, like an alien will-o-the-wisp. The team is lost in an area with large flesh plants surrounding them, the air is breathable, warm, and humid, and the ground is damp from condensation and pooled water. So far, nothing has gone wrong on the mission, saving losing the ship, and all is well. The group is kitted out with standard tricorders, basic weapons for self-defense, first aid, and suits in case the environment proved to be harsher than originally expected.]
Molly: *highly put out that she's gotten yet another away team lost/trapped/etc, she just needs to really stop leading away teams* *at the moment she has everyone camped out near a clump of the glowing plants so that they can go over supplies and try to start making some sort of map*
Fallan: *He has been quiet the entire time
Daily logs 2-5-16I. Gyles makes a friend!Daily logs 2-5-16 by LegacyLogs
Gyles: *In the mess hall getting eating something while reviewing some things about ship maintenance, sort of minding his own business*
Fallan: *He steps in, looking tired and slightly more grouchy than usual, but otherwise normal. He gets himself a plate of something that's probably a steamed vegetable, either that or a very sad fruit.* Good evening. *He's talking to Gyles since no one else is here*
Gyles: *looks up* Oh? Oh. Good evening...
Fallan: Are you busy? *He carries his vegetable/sad fruit over to Gyle's table* Could I join?
Gyles: Uh... *looking around* I don't think I'm all that busy, feel free if you want to...
Fallan: *He sits.* You seemed very involved in whatever you were reading...
Gyles: Oh... It's just a maintenance overview... *turns off the PADD and sets it aside*
Fallan: I see. *He nods, then cuts into his vegetable. It deflates noticably.* ...How have you been? I didn't see much of you last week...
Daily Logs 2-4-16I. Rein and Naara find themselves in a sticky situationDaily Logs 2-4-16 by LegacyLogs
[In a different section of the planet from where Loris and Fallan began, with refitted filters on their suits, Rein and Naara beam down to begin a recon and exploration mission. Their surroundings are dark with dim bio-luminescent light coming off of the cave walls from small organisms in large clusters.]
Naara: *Quickly checks that they're safe and (presumably) that her suit lights are working, before holstering her phaser* *Stares at the small organisms giving off light* Free light? How convenient.
Rein: *peering around* *gets out tricorder and starts running a passive scan* Well, we're underground, so it could be any number of things. It could even be bait...
[Rein's scan shows small amounts of plant life, and a larger presence of microbial life, from which the glow is emanating. No threats are shown or known yet.]
Naara: *Steps a little closer to the light source, just to see if it reacts to her presence* Hope
Daily logs 2-1-16I. Loris and Fallan get high on sporesDaily logs 2-1-16 by LegacyLogs
Loris: *on the planet at the beginning of a cavern, in a suit because Safety First, checking out her equipment and getting out what she thinks she'll need first*
Fallan: *Is also in a suit. He feels bulkier than normal, but he doesn't care. /Space caves./ He already has a scanner out and he's trying to calibrate it. He just finishes up, so he turns to Loris,* Are we ready?
Loris: I believe I am. Are you?
Fallan: I am. I wonder how old this asteroid is... *He waits for Loris to lead. Even though he's perfectly happy to do the leading, Loris is of higher rank.*
Loris: *heads down the tunnel, further into the interior of the planet* Mm, aren't you a geologist? You should be able to find out. Also I believe it's classified as a planet.
Fallan: It is, but it's about as hospitable as your average asteroid. Has some similar composition too... *He keeps his gaze half focused on the scanner and half on the tunnel walls.*
[The farther they
TOT: Terrors of the NightHe couldn’t stand to attention like the others on his team; the heat was so oppressive, it dragged him down, tried to smother him in its warm embrace… Even in all the weeks, months, years… However long he’d been here…TOT: Terrors of the Night by jasongallagher
He could never remember how long he’d been here… The callouses on his hands were thick with what seemed like years of toil, his very joints seemed ready to rend themselves apart with the slightest strain…
“Once again, Team 7, your quota remains unfulfilled”. Tivir didn’t need eyes to see the cold sneer on the face of his groups particular Cardassian Overseer; his mouth little more than a nasty gash of white on his lean, young face, his dark hair cropped close to his sickeningly oiled skin. His uniform was always shiny, hand-polished by his many slaves, and in his hands, the dark, cool shape of a Cardassian disruptor pistol…
“You were tasked to mine 60 tonnes of Ladarium from the roc
CaveIt was dark, and so cold.Cave by trollinthecloset
The handcuff cut into her wrist as she pulled uselessly against it, but the bolt driven into the cave wall was unyielding. She had cried after the kidnappers left, but then decided that would do nothing but dehydrate her, and went back to yanking on the cuff, even though she knew it would do no good.
It didn't make any sense. Why did they want her? He said that the boss wanted to meet her, but then he had left her alone. She had been so scared when they grabbed her, prepared to fight until they had to kill her if it was necessary. But all they had done was to carry her somewhere; a cave looked like, dump her on the ground, and cuff her to the wall. She was ready to pull her knife then, and slash his throat if he attacked her.
But he had not, and now she was alone. Except for the fear. And the fear wouldn't leave. It ached in the pit of her stomach, gnawed at her mind, and shook her body as she tried to steady it. The fear whispered that she wouldn't get out, s
TreasonTerrence: Our luck is your luck. We're still a crew, whether or not you care.Treason by RiseofDarkFire
Vekal: *cold voice gets colder suddenly* We may not be a crew much longer. *looks around for Aro*
Terrence: *frowns and watches Vekal*
Glinn Aro: *looks at Vekal when she looks at him*
Vekal: *folds her arms* I can tell you everything you want to know about the Federation.
A short silence.
Terrence: *quiet* Vekal...
Molly: *looks shocked* What?
Captain Webb: I can't say I didn't see that coming.
Shir: *taken aback by what Vekal said, wanting to believe he heard wrong* Wha...?!
Robert: *looks up at Vekal, then sighs*
Glinn Aro: *smiles* Can you?
Vekal: Yes. *unfolds her arms* Take me to Gul Jecett.
The walk to the interrogation chamber wasn't long. Vekal and Aro spent it in silence. The only sounds came from his heavy boots on the floor and those of the guards that followed them; Vekal, barefoot, walked lightly. Less li