[sb118-artemis] [Begin Act 2] Ensign D'tin Breys - First Impressions
Bea S
((Somewhere in the jungle, in an escape pod - Callis I))
Sat cross-legged Breys counted blades of grass as she weaved them together. One of those creatures had managed to bend a spot in the pod big enough for her reach through and a task was needed to dull this mind numbing tedium. Sure, the first few days were terrifying, but now the situation just was. Either she would make it out of here or… not. She didn't like thinking about the “not” option.
The nights had been hard and the days weren't much easier. Something roamed out there that made the pod feel like a happy place at times compared to the other side of the door. As far as Breys could tell she had spent almost a week waiting, staring out at the hole in the escape craft. By now she had decided no one else must've made it out, but then there were voices approaching.
Munro: Imril, how do you suggest we get that door opened?
Imril: Response
Silveira: Lighten up Doc, I am sure we will find a suitable medkit in the Pod to help you.
Jaran: Response
Shockingly, the loud crash of Breys gathering supplies did not make it out of the escape pod. She'd restrain herself from helping this time. It sounds like a doctor was hurt, and doctors make the worst patients.
Munro: It'll need to work. Even if no one is alive inside we can use the supplies that might be inside.
A Bajoran prayer was mumbled under Breys’s breath.
oO Please don’t let someone find me only to tell me I’m stuck. Oo
Silveira: I call dibs on any replicated meal.
Imril/Jaran: Response
The crew on the other side of the pod seemed desperate for a good meal, something that Breys unfortunately had very few of right now.
Breys: Hello! I'm in here! There is something out there, be careful. It nearly managed to bust through the frame of the pod.
Munro: Hold on! We're going to try and get you out!
Stepping back from the doors, Breys took the chance to do inventory. It looked like four people out there, so two days worth of food, four of water, a medkit and a non-functional medical tricorder, emergency camping supplies, and one flare. Everything else had been used, or destroyed in the landing.
Breys: The door got bent into the frame. It kept that ::she shudders a little:: thing away but I'm really stuck in here. ::she pauses for a moment:: Does any of your tech work? Even the gear that made it through the crash is non-functional for me.
If anything was certain to Breys it was that this door was coming down it was going to be directly towards her. She made sure to keep her distance just in case.
Silveira: This reminds me of that Jem’Haddar ship…
Imril/Jaran: Response
That wasn’t amazing news. Nothing working means no way to get help. This wasn’t a rescue team, these were more survivors.
A head peeked in between the door and its frame. It was an unkempt human man in a yellow uniform, for some reason his voice made it sound like he should have had a clean shave despite the circumstances.
Silveira: Old story… I will tell you all over a warm meal…::Vitor leaned to the hatch and waved at the officer there.:: Hi, welcome to Callis.
Breys: So that's where we are. I've been calling it “escape pod 17-land”. ::she chuckles at herself:: One of the worst amusement parks I've ever been to. I was asleep right before we had to evacuate so I've been a little disoriented.
Munro/Imril/Jaran: Response
Silveira: You know that if there’s any need for brute force.
As the words left his lips the door slid inward on itself. Its base threatened to destroy the shins of anyone not quick enough to jump back. A dust cloud cleared and Breys realized all of these people were likely superior officers. She snapped to attention.
Breys: Ensign D'tin Breys, Science Officer, reporting for duty!
Munro/Imril/Jaran: Response
She felt four sets of eyes boring through her. This was worse than the academy.
Silveira: Hi Ensign. Glad you can join us? Now please tell us you still have rations, water and med kit on that pod.
It seemed like some of the Starfleet pomp had gone by the wayside after the crash. Breys could more than live with that. She loosened her stance slightly.
Breys: I… don't have many rations. A lot of them were destroyed in the crash. ::she looks around at her new comrades:: I think it could keep us all moving for a couple more days. There is twice as much water though! And a medkit with hyposprays.
The medkit was passed immediately to Ensign Jaran once Breys saw the medical blue uniform.
Munro/Imril/Jaran: Response
All of the meals were already pre-measured into piles with water rations allocated for each of them. Breys handed out what she had. Hopefully this would be enough to keep them moving til a more permanent solution could be found.
Breys: This is all I have, I'm sorry more didn't make it out. I saw some plants worth checking out while staring out my door crack though. This area has a lot of root vegetables, it's just whether or not any are edible. ::she bends over and wrenches a massive spud shaped object out of the ground:: You can tell from the way the sprouts are spaced out that something bigger is under it.
Munro/Imril/Jaran/Silveira: Response
Breys: What food has your team found? The area certainly seems like great foraging. ::as she talks she begins striking the spud with a rock:: I can't imagine you're completely starving. Some of this has to be safe to eat, even if it won't taste good.
Munro/Imril/Jaran/Silveira: Response
It was at this point that the grid of woven grass on D’tin’s arm became obvious. She smeared root pulp onto the top left square of it, and carved a “1” into the vegetable.
Breys: ::at least one set of eyes are obviously trained on she was sure could only be interpreted as a school arts and crafts project, she begins nervously:: This lets me track if I have a negative reaction to the fluids of a plant. Then I can chew it and see if it tastes bitter, which is usually a bad sign. If it passes all of those tests I'll eat a little bit in a day and see if it makes me sick.
Munro/Imril/Jaran/Silveira: Response
Another snap to attention. Breys scolded herself internally. It was all too easy after such a long break in interaction to fall into more casual mannerisms. As pulp dripped down her arm she mumbled and then barked out.
Breys: Uh, I-I mean. ::she takes a deep breath:: Any orders sirs! My specialty is xenobotany and I am a trained herbalist. I was assigned to the reclamation crew for transporting the Karnack as a cartographer. I acted as part of the team maintaining our portion of the navigational systems during the journey.
Munro/Imril/Jaran/Silveira: Response
It felt like the entire group was staring at her. This could have been because of her miraculous survival, or more importantly she could have been imagining it, but Breys felt like she was giving off a bad first impression. If anything this was a comforting fact. It would have to have taken a hard hit on the head for her to start thinking she gave off good first impressions. Instead, her career anxiety was the only thing normal about where she was.
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Ensign D'tin Breys
Science Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
A240301DB4