Lt JG Imril - Branching Out
Chris Taylor
((Somewhere Between The Edge of the Forest and the Mouth of the Gorge - Callis I))
Imril: ::Hiss of pain!::
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 peeked their head up over the boulder and quickly looked about. Trying to see whatever had caught their partner’s attention.
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: On Ferenginar, people looked up to me. It was nice.
They handed the hatchet over. They’d have to make due with brute strength, what they had left of it, to break down branches. The smaller they were, the faster they’d dry for proper burning.
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: Nope. Running in and hoping for the best was pretty much my plan, too.
Only this time, there wasn’t going to be Sickbay staff to dig any shrapnel out of their back. On the up side, there wasn’t anyone actually gunning for the two of them, either.
POOM! Another seed pod went off, a barrage that wasn’t likely to stop any time soon.
Imril: On your order, Sir.
Silveira: Response
Imril pulled themself and and ran for the log. A straight run to the closest piece of wood. They picked up a loose twig, a little over half-a-meter long and not burning. The burning branch, when it had come down, appeared to have rolled over itself. Casting off pieces of itself.
Imril claimed another another twig, and a third. Bundling against their left side while using their right to reach for another.
An armored seed ricochetted off the branch, causing them to curl up defensively. It missed them, and ricocheted off a yellow rock to fly away on an incalculable trajectory.
Silveira: Response
This next twig took work to claim, for it was still partially connected ot the main branch. Imril grabbed it, secured their foot against the branch and twisted. Rotating the twig until it was disconnected enough to pull away with a firm tug. Mindful of the burning sap.
Imril then looked to Vitor to see what progress he’d made on cutting off something more substantial. Ready to take on more weight if requested.
Silveira: Response
As a final act, Imril tapped one of the branches they’d claimed into the burning portion branch that they were leaving behind. Capturing more fire for the return trip. They could always come back for the rest as it was needed.
With their bounty in hand, the two officers moved back to the cave.
((OOC: rejoining the conversation sims after Jaran begins praying))
Imril came back into the cave to see the commander off to one side and Jaran to another situated in prayer.
Imril: Permission to come aboard?
Silveira/Munro/Jaran: Response
They set about fashioning the recovered wood into a proper camp fire.
Imril: Is there anything in the packs that can be used to collect rain water? Now that we’re out of the storm, we should take advantage of it. We'd best filter it before we use it, though. I don’t trust purple clouds. There are plenty of non-yellow stones outside to make a stone filter from.
Assuming they had something to put the stones in…
Silveira/Munro/Jaran: Response
TAGs/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12