Lt JG Imril - Heads-Up Disarray
Chris Taylor
(( Fohledi Nature Reserve, Rylor ))
Bancroft: ::gesturing toward his bike:: It’s… remarkably forgiving. So far.
Bergmen: And let’s agree we will not add any work here for the doctor. Or paperwork for me, ok?
Roy looked between them, considering this with exaggerated seriousness.
Bancroft: Agreed. And if one of you does break something, I reserve the right to say “I told you so” while treating it.
Imril: You can always call someone down from Sickbay to put our bones back together for you. ::Looking up to the sky, in the general direction of the Artemis:: One of the many advantages of having a starship in orbit above us.
Roy stepped closer, following the general direction of the display without crowding in. His eyes traced the lines – one path climbing higher into the mountain, another looping wide, a third cutting through what looked like denser terrain.
Bergmen: So what trail should we choose?
A sly grin spread across the doctor’s face.
Bancroft: I think we’ve established that these things can move. ::looking up at the other two:: Let’s see what they can do. Something slightly more ambitious?
He gestured in the direction of the mountain trail.
Imril: ::Putting the bottle away:: Sounds good to me.
Bergmen: Response
Roy shrugged, his grin widening.
Bancroft: I mean, if that’s what y’all can handle…
Imril: I’m pretty sure we can handle whatever this mountain has.
This was the sort of colony that people retired to, or escaped to. Peace and serenity were embedded in everything, including the outdoor sports locales. As thrilling, high-risk-high-adrenaline venues went, Wriggly’s Pleasure Planet it was not.
And that suited Imril just fine. They weren’t terribly far away from the time lying in Sickbay getting their genome rebooted or the days after when they’d had to use a cane to get around while their body reintroduced itself to itself. The “recuperation” part of their rest and recuperation from the events on Callis was still very much doctor’s orders.
Bergmen: Response
They put their helmet back on. A tap of a panel near the jawline confirmed that its communication system was still linked to their combadge. The onboard HUD stood ready to provide their speed, elevation and other information. But Imril had kept that offline so far. A small yellow-green rectangle to the bottom right indicated that the helmet’s scanner was initiating passive scans nonetheless.
((OOC: Think the HUD in the exosuit helmets from Star Trek Into Darkness))
When the others were ready, they signaled ‘Foreward’ with a finger and sped off. Headed towards the route Roy had indicated.
Bergmen/Bancroft: Response
The trail soon revealed its more 'ambitious' nature. It was steeper. Had more curves and sharper ones. Veered in some places a little too close to the trees, making it narrower before widening up into patches of uneven terrain and then closing up again. Imril found himself adjusting the throttle more, leaning more carefully into their turns. A challenge, but not an insurmountable one.
They came to another possible jump, but this one provided less distance to land before the next turn. They chose to evade it. Veering to the left to assail a thin strip of smooth but hard-packed dirt located there before taking a broad starboard turn. Using the distance they'd gained from the leftward approach to reduce the arc of the curve.
Bergmen/Bancroft: Response
A series of bleeps from the helmet alerted them to a potential emergency. They activated the HUD, and were granted a tri-dimensional wireframe preview of the trail beyond the curtain of trees and other greenery ahead. Extrapolated from trail marker beacons imbedded in the soil. About half a klick ahead, said markers lay scattered into a jumble of castaway blips positioned lower than the elevation of the trail before and after.
Imril: =/\= Looks like part of the mountain has collapsed up ahead. Can anybody confirm? =/\=
Bergmen/Bancroft: Response
TAG/TBC!
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Lieutenant JG Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12