PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Bound to Help

[Addison MacKenzie]

 

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

 

With their arrival at the site of scientific interest and fast approach to the system’s sun, Kyle couldn’t help but agree with the suggestion to adjust the shuttle’s window tinting to help with the brightness. His retinas were already thanking him for advocating on their behalf.

Imril: Maybe we should turn up the windshield tinting while we’re at it?

Morgan: ::nodding:: I’d appreciate that.

Vitor nodded and he quickly dropped the brightness.

Silveira: There you go Doc Morgan

Gnai: Response

Morgan: What kind of samples are we looking for, boss?

The title was offered in jest, though the look on his Mizarian colleague’s face suggested she might vomit on the spot.

Sadar: B-B-B-Boss!? ::scrambles to twist anxiety ring:: Uhh-

That anxiety ring was getting so much work he thought it might catch fire from the friction.

Sadar: W-Well- We start with the array testing? ::locks eyes with Sil-net::, then the, uhh, sensor sweeps of the inner corona? ::looks pointedly to Gnai:: And then we, uhh, do a parabolic orbit around the star, and head for Laoi V to gather the biological samples, and take a recess to test the condition of the sensors after the close proximity to the sunstar.

She paused before asking for affirmation.

Sadar: Did I miss anything?

Imril: Not that I can tell. Barring sudden need for repairs.
Gnai: Response 

Vitor tipped his head to Imril and Vailani.

Silveira: Do you need me to change course for the array testing?

The ops specialist turned back to her console.

Vailani: Yes, I’ll send the coordinates to your console.

Silveira: Roger that. ::He grinned as he turned to Sada, Gnai and Morgan.:: Captain Sadar, what’s the next action.

The Mizarian shrieked at him. Morgan delighted that his torture of his colleague had seemed to stick.

Sadar: Sil-net!

Morgan: ::shrugging nonchalantly:: I like it.

Gnai: Response

Vitor tipped is head and turned back to the viewscreen and helm.

Silveira: Well, to all intents and purposes you are leading the mission, Captain Sadar.

Sadar: I, bu- Tha- That’s not-!

Silveira: Sorry my dear friend, but I couldn’t resist. But truly you're coordinating our work, so to me you're in charge. 

Gnai: Response

 

Vailani: :: to Silveira :: Maybe your energy would be better spent making sure we don’t fly into the corona of a star.

Sadar: Just, let’s get on with the testing.

Kyle smirked to satisfied that the hazing of Gila had gone far enough. He turned his attention to his console with the testing and sample collection about to begin. Vitor brought them into a parabolic orbit around the sun, once again proving that there was little cause for concern about his piloting abilities.

Silveira: Orbit complete. 

 

Gnai: Response

Imril: Metaphasic shields holding. Hull integrity in the green. Sensors functioning as expected.

Sadar: Excellent. Now, set a course for-

They were interrupted by an alert, the origin of which was quickly identified by their new ops chief.

Vailani: We’re receiving a hail from the administrator of Laoi III - Bim Pend - it’s marked as urgent?

Kyle raised an eyebrow. Based on Gila’s reaction, this was definitely not an anticipated part of the plan…

 

Sadar: Oh, uhh... P-Patch it through? ::brief pause:: =/\= This is the USS Galaktoboureko. How can we help you, Administrator? =/\=

 

Gila had barely finished her greeting, before the impatient growling of the Tellarite Administrator resounded throughout the shuttle.

 

Bim Pend: =/\= About bloody time you Starfleet types got here. It’s typical - can’t be bothered to show up to fix our stuff, but as soon as we start getting things done ourselves, you fly on by, all willy-nilly! =/\=

 

Sadar: =/\= I... I-I’m sorry? =/\=

 

Bim Pend: =/\= I don’t need none of your fogey apologies, I need you to get planetside pronto and help us deal with this damnable wreck that’s frying our computers worse than a bad Sunday roast! =/\=

Well that had certainly escalated. They were hardly equipped to deal with… whatever it was that was causing them trouble, but they certainly had the right personnel aboard who could lend a hand. Vitor turned to them. 

Silveira: I think we should help.

Morgan: I think so, too.

 

Gnai: Response

 

Vailani: What did he mean by wreck?

Imril: We’ll have to get closer to that planet if we want to find out. All this solar radiation is interfering with long-range scanners.

Sadar/Bim Pend: Response

Vitor turned and tapped in the controls stabilizing the shuttle.

 

Silveira: We need more information.:: Vitor tapped a few controls and spoke loudly so that he could be heard over the comline:: =/\=  Administrator Bim Pend, this is Lieutenant Silveira can you give us more details please. Is it safe to land? Do you have a place that need’s us more urgently?

Bim Pend: =/\= Response =/\=

 

Gnai: Response

Sadar: Response

Vitor got them on a new course while Gila continued to get what information she could.

Bim Pend: =/\= Response =/\=

 

Gnai: Response

Vailani: It may just be a system malfunction. I’m sure that myself and Ensign Imril could be of use. Given the radiation from the star :: looks to Silveira nervously :: We would need to land the shuttle.

Imril: I’m happy to help. A distress call is a distress call. 

Silveira: You all know my vote, I think we should help. And obviously send a message to any other ship around.

Vailani: It would take four days for the nearest ship to get here.

Kyle looked to Gila.

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

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

Sadar: Response

Bim Pend: =/\= Response =/\=

 

(OOC: No new tags, so the boss can get this portion wrapped and get us to the planet.)

Tag, and TBC!

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Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
V239601AM0