PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Mismatched Limbs

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Laoi System, Minos Korva Sector, Alpha Quadrant ))

 

While the survey team thought they were in this sector for one reason, the distress signal they’d received quickly forced a pivot to their purpose. While they weren’t sure exactly what Bim Pend meant when referencing the Dominion wreck, the away team seemed to be in agreement that they should lend a hand, especially given that the nearest ship available to render aid would be four days away.

Morgan: Sounds like it’s up to us, boss…

He said it, and he meant it. The decision was up to her.

Sadar: ::lamenting:: I’m really not good with Tellarites. =/\= We’d be happy to help, Administrator Bim Pend. =/\=

Bim Pend: =/\= - and don’t get me started on the structural longevity of- Huh? Oh. Very well. We’ll be ready to receive you in Bantlox. =/\=

 

Sadar: =/\= Thank you, Administrator. =/\=

Bim Pend: =/\= ::loud grumpy sounds:: =/\=

 

Silveira was already at work getting their new course plotted. He nodded when ready.

Silveira: Course set. You can tell them we are on our way.

Sadar: Vai-net, if you could send that? ::wrings her hands::

Kyle’s lips pulled back slightly. He assumed that was likely as close as Gila got to issuing an actual order.

Vailani: Yes ssii - sure Gila-net. 

Imril/Gnai: Response

Vitor increased the power and he began making a few adjustments as the commline closed.

Silveira: I got this, but just in case, everyone strap up and keep an eye on the systems.
I managed to make thirty eight landings in forty two.

Kyle blinked and cocked his head in Silveira’s direction.

 

Morgan: ::flatly:: Well, I feel relieved.

Imril/Gnai: Response

Silveira: In simulations obviously. Still that’s a pretty good average, considering I am not a pilot or helmsman. And if you're wondering how many actual atmospheric landings I did, it’s one. Counting this one…

Kyle could feel his jaw clench slightly as he strapped himself into his seat.

Sadar: ::obsessive chanting:: “Resist not the turn of the Wheel and let the guidance of the ancestors provide the lessons of the future.”

 

Imril /Gnai: Response

(((Timeskip: One harrowing landing later)))

(( Outside Water Treatment Plant - Outskirts of the Bantlox Colony, Laoi III ))

Imril/Silveira/Gnai: Response

The landing was not one he wished to repeat again. Though by all means considered a “success,” AKA no one had died, it still was not an enjoyable experience. Still, they had work to do: the Tellarite administrator and his aides were already waiting for them. Sadar led the team forward to greet them on behalf of the team.

Sadar: Administrator Bim Pend? I’m Doctor Gila Sadar, and these are my colleagues from the USS Artemis-A.

Bim Pend: Yes yes yes, good to meet you, follow me.

 

The Administrator waved for them to follow him, as he started leading them around the large building.

Vailani: Adminstrator do you still use the same water source from the original landing site? You've never upgraded your water system before now? 

They were led through a complicated network of criss crossing differently colored pipes. 

Morgan: This is quite an impressive network, Administrator…

Imril/Silveira/Gnai: Response

Bim Pend: Just standard expansion, digging out room for some new pipes, getting room for the extra compartment. Only, a bloody ship wing was in the way of our new piping.

There was a brief pause.

Bim Pend: It’s mostly still underground, but evidently, we’ve uncovered enough for whatever’s still active in there to wreak havoc on our plant. Ever since we found the darn thing, our computers have been on the fritz, messing with the composition of our water.

Sadar: Anything that’s led to health hazards for any of your colonists so far?

Bim Pend: Not yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Hence why we need you Starfleet-types to figure out how we deal with this.

When they turned the corner, the problem was apparent. The plant was located on the edge of a hilly overlook which provided a view of the coast and the ocean, but next to it, in the middle of a large hole, a long, crooked grey starship wing reached for the sky, like a monolith of pale bone, the skeleton of an extinct monster.

Vailani: :: dumbfounded :: That's the wing of a Jem'Hadar attack ship. It must have been scouting the area … 

Morgan: But how did it get here without anyone knowing? And what happened to the crew?

Imril/Silveira/Gnai/Sadar: Response

Bim Pend: Response

Vailani: Wouldn't a planetary survey have detected this?

Morgan: I would think anyone with the technology to get a message to us would have been able to track this. Or, ya know, anyone looking up at the sky would have seen it…

Imril /Silveira/Gnai/Sadar: Response

Bim Pend: Response

Morgan followed the others on one of the makeshift paths that served as a rudimentary, uneven walkway to the digsite. On the way they passed several large machines and now discarded piping. As they walked, Morgan couldn’t help but think that the information being offered didn’t add up. It was trying to reattach a limb to a body it didn’t belong to.

Vailani: :: to Gila :: Securing the computer database should be a priority once we've made it safe for the colonists and ourselves.

Morgan: Might be safe to assume there won’t be much need for a medical officer. At least, hopefully not.

Imril/Silveira/Gnai/Sadar: Response

Bim Pend: Response

Morgan looked to the others.

Morgan: Any way to tell how long this ship has been here? Or its service history?

Vailani/Imril/Silveira/Gnai/Sadar: Response

Tag, and TBC!

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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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