Lt. Cmd. Silveira: Timber?
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Jan 10, 2026, 5:22:34 PM (5 days ago) Jan 10
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((Somewhere Between The Edge of the Forest and the Mouth of the Gorge - Callis I))
Vitor looked around them. There were a few trees they could use for cover, but right now they needed to settle somewhere and get themselves dry. Doc Jaran was the specialist, but Vitor knew they were easily at risk of hypothermia if they didn’t find shelter.
Silveira: We have to find some cover and get ourselves dry.
Jira took a look toward the rocks they'd been moving toward. That seemed oddly like the safest bet. If they could find some shelter under them, they could ride this storm out.
Jaran: Let's keep heading to those rocks. Maybe we can find one to act as a shelf over us.
Imril: Let’s hope there’s some ground between it and us.
Munro: Response
Vitor nodded, raising his finger he pointed at the burning forest.
Silveira: And we must recover some of that fire. Grab a torch or something… And quickly…
Jaran: We need to get the commander to cover so I can make sure she's not in danger. I'm going to keep going with her to the rocks.
Vitor looked at all of them, with Imril voicing what he wanted to do.
Imril: ::To Silveira:: I’ll go with you, after she’s safe.
Munro: response
Vitor tipped his head in the direction the Doc had pointed and started walking. He was feeling more and more wet and even his feet were starting to get cold.
Jaran: ::turning their head and speaking loudly:: There! We're headed for that hollow under the right-most rock in that row.
Imril: Got it!
Vitor simply nodded, glancing at Munro and offering one of his grins.
Not the most honest, he really wanted to find shelter, but he knew they needed to get some fire to dry themselves.
Munro: Response
With more or less difficulties they made it through the storm, managing to find cover under some rock formation. It wasn’t perfect, but given the conditions it felt like a life saving shelter.
Imril set down their pack, as Doc Jaran looked for Munro.
Jaran: Ok, catch your breath and have a seat. Commander, I'm wasting no time. Let's take a look at whatever it was that made you wince.
Vitor rubbed his face, as Imril went through the pack, looking for something useful. Vitor realized his fingertips were getting slightly numb.
Imril: ::To Silveira:: I recommend finding something to cover your mouth and nose before heading back out there. We don't know what’s in the ash or smoke.
Vitor nodded, looking around for something. The best he could think of was pulling up his shirt to cover his nose and mouth. If worse came to worse he could always just pull it totally up.
Munro: Response
Doc Jaran took a look at Munro, as Vitor took a deep breath.
Jaran: Commander, I have some bad news for you. It appears you're suffering from ecchymosis, caused by a dermal tissue haemotoma. ::pause:: Commander, it's a bruise. I'm sorry it hurts, but... that's kind of what bruises do sometimes. Should I administer last rites?
Imril smirked at the joke, before looking at him.
Imril: Ready when you are, Sir.
Vitor nodded and smiled as well.
Silveira: Don’t wander off, we will be right back.
Munro/Jaran: Response
Taking one last breath Vitor and Imril started their trek back to the forest, their future fueling supply. Even if it had improved slightly, it was still a daunting and painful task, the wind pushing them so hard they couldn’t keep a straight path. Vitor’s back was beginning to hurt as he moved, mostly, bent forward.
Pulling down the wet part of the top that was covering his mouth he shouted.
Silveira: We have to hurry, we can’t keep up much longer.
Imril: ::Uncovering their mouth for a moment:: Over there! A branch got blown clear of the forest!
Vitor didn’t realize they were so close. His eyes were burning, both from the storm and smoke. There was a big log, or was it several, and something else… Fruits? Seed?
Pine cones, they looked exactly like pine cones in a forest fire.
And acted like them as they popped louder.
Imril: ::Hiss of pain!::
Vitor turned to Imril and stepped closer, something must have hit him
Silveira: IMRIL…
Imril: ::ducking for cover:: I’m fine! How do we get to the branch in one piece?
Vitor joined Imril as another alien pine cone popped in their direction.
Silveira: I would say quickly. :: Vitor looked for the logs they could try and carry.:: Give me the hatchet. I… ::he looked around:: Wait…
Imril: Response
His eyes were burning and he resisted the urge to rub them. Giving a quick look he turned to Imril.
Silveira: Let’s get a swing on that bigger log, see if we can tear it in a few pieces. ::he pulled down his sleeves.:: I will swing a few times with the hatchet and you stay behind me. Then we pick up as many as we can, at least two torches ::he smiled:: Not calling you short or anything.
Imril: Response
It’s been decades since Vitor effectively did some logging. If that was the right word. Was he already at the academy when that happened?
He didn’t remember. He did know his grandfather was always disappointed with his wood cutting skills, but for now he wanted to recall the technique, and besides it was more a question of getting a few burning logs, not proper firewood.
Vitor picked up the hatchet and took a deep breath. He tipped his head at Imril.
Silveira: If you have a better plan I am all ears.
Imril: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor looked around them. There were a few trees they could use for cover, but right now they needed to settle somewhere and get themselves dry. Doc Jaran was the specialist, but Vitor knew they were easily at risk of hypothermia if they didn’t find shelter.
Silveira: We have to find some cover and get ourselves dry.
Jira took a look toward the rocks they'd been moving toward. That seemed oddly like the safest bet. If they could find some shelter under them, they could ride this storm out.
Jaran: Let's keep heading to those rocks. Maybe we can find one to act as a shelf over us.
Imril: Let’s hope there’s some ground between it and us.
Munro: Response
Vitor nodded, raising his finger he pointed at the burning forest.
Silveira: And we must recover some of that fire. Grab a torch or something… And quickly…
Jaran: We need to get the commander to cover so I can make sure she's not in danger. I'm going to keep going with her to the rocks.
Vitor looked at all of them, with Imril voicing what he wanted to do.
Imril: ::To Silveira:: I’ll go with you, after she’s safe.
Munro: response
Vitor tipped his head in the direction the Doc had pointed and started walking. He was feeling more and more wet and even his feet were starting to get cold.
Jaran: ::turning their head and speaking loudly:: There! We're headed for that hollow under the right-most rock in that row.
Imril: Got it!
Vitor simply nodded, glancing at Munro and offering one of his grins.
Not the most honest, he really wanted to find shelter, but he knew they needed to get some fire to dry themselves.
Munro: Response
With more or less difficulties they made it through the storm, managing to find cover under some rock formation. It wasn’t perfect, but given the conditions it felt like a life saving shelter.
Imril set down their pack, as Doc Jaran looked for Munro.
Jaran: Ok, catch your breath and have a seat. Commander, I'm wasting no time. Let's take a look at whatever it was that made you wince.
Vitor rubbed his face, as Imril went through the pack, looking for something useful. Vitor realized his fingertips were getting slightly numb.
Imril: ::To Silveira:: I recommend finding something to cover your mouth and nose before heading back out there. We don't know what’s in the ash or smoke.
Vitor nodded, looking around for something. The best he could think of was pulling up his shirt to cover his nose and mouth. If worse came to worse he could always just pull it totally up.
Munro: Response
Doc Jaran took a look at Munro, as Vitor took a deep breath.
Jaran: Commander, I have some bad news for you. It appears you're suffering from ecchymosis, caused by a dermal tissue haemotoma. ::pause:: Commander, it's a bruise. I'm sorry it hurts, but... that's kind of what bruises do sometimes. Should I administer last rites?
Imril smirked at the joke, before looking at him.
Imril: Ready when you are, Sir.
Vitor nodded and smiled as well.
Silveira: Don’t wander off, we will be right back.
Munro/Jaran: Response
Taking one last breath Vitor and Imril started their trek back to the forest, their future fueling supply. Even if it had improved slightly, it was still a daunting and painful task, the wind pushing them so hard they couldn’t keep a straight path. Vitor’s back was beginning to hurt as he moved, mostly, bent forward.
Pulling down the wet part of the top that was covering his mouth he shouted.
Silveira: We have to hurry, we can’t keep up much longer.
Imril: ::Uncovering their mouth for a moment:: Over there! A branch got blown clear of the forest!
Vitor didn’t realize they were so close. His eyes were burning, both from the storm and smoke. There was a big log, or was it several, and something else… Fruits? Seed?
Pine cones, they looked exactly like pine cones in a forest fire.
And acted like them as they popped louder.
Imril: ::Hiss of pain!::
Vitor turned to Imril and stepped closer, something must have hit him
Silveira: IMRIL…
Imril: ::ducking for cover:: I’m fine! How do we get to the branch in one piece?
Vitor joined Imril as another alien pine cone popped in their direction.
Silveira: I would say quickly. :: Vitor looked for the logs they could try and carry.:: Give me the hatchet. I… ::he looked around:: Wait…
Imril: Response
His eyes were burning and he resisted the urge to rub them. Giving a quick look he turned to Imril.
Silveira: Let’s get a swing on that bigger log, see if we can tear it in a few pieces. ::he pulled down his sleeves.:: I will swing a few times with the hatchet and you stay behind me. Then we pick up as many as we can, at least two torches ::he smiled:: Not calling you short or anything.
Imril: Response
It’s been decades since Vitor effectively did some logging. If that was the right word. Was he already at the academy when that happened?
He didn’t remember. He did know his grandfather was always disappointed with his wood cutting skills, but for now he wanted to recall the technique, and besides it was more a question of getting a few burning logs, not proper firewood.
Vitor picked up the hatchet and took a deep breath. He tipped his head at Imril.
Silveira: If you have a better plan I am all ears.
Imril: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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