Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Distant Structures
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Addison MacKenzie
Jan 1, 2026, 4:22:27 PMJan 1
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(OOC: Trek tech doesn't work, including tricorders, weapons, communications, medical/scientific/medical equipment. The various teams crashed significant distances from each other, so you won't be stumbling into anyone from another team - you're with who you're with, and that's it. No quick fixes, no miracle answers. Your only goal is to survive. Good luck.)
((Unknown Ridge - Callis 1))
MacKenzie came to consciousness with the taste of copper and ash in her mouth, and the unmistakable ache of a hard landing that had gone only marginally better than it should have. The escape pod lay half-buried at the base of a low ridge, its hull torn open at the seam as though a surgeon had made a precise incision. Whatever survived atmospheric entry had not survived the landing. No hum of systems. No emergency lights. Just dead metal and the sound of the wind outside, dragging itself across the stone of the ridge.
Addison pushed herself upright, forcing herself to steady her breathing before taking inventory the old fashioned way: limbs moved; vision cleared; pain, but nothing catastrophic. She crawled out through the ruptured hatch and into a world that felt wrong in a way she couldn't immediately name.
The sky was a dull, bruised purple color, heavy with slow-moving cloud layers that never quite seemed to settle. The air carried a faint metallic tang. Gravity felt normal, but everything else felt... muted. As though the planet itself was holding its breath.
MacKenzie came to consciousness with the taste of copper and ash in her mouth, and the unmistakable ache of a hard landing that had gone only marginally better than it should have. The escape pod lay half-buried at the base of a low ridge, its hull torn open at the seam as though a surgeon had made a precise incision. Whatever survived atmospheric entry had not survived the landing. No hum of systems. No emergency lights. Just dead metal and the sound of the wind outside, dragging itself across the stone of the ridge.
Addison pushed herself upright, forcing herself to steady her breathing before taking inventory the old fashioned way: limbs moved; vision cleared; pain, but nothing catastrophic. She crawled out through the ruptured hatch and into a world that felt wrong in a way she couldn't immediately name.
The sky was a dull, bruised purple color, heavy with slow-moving cloud layers that never quite seemed to settle. The air carried a faint metallic tang. Gravity felt normal, but everything else felt... muted. As though the planet itself was holding its breath.
The commanding officer of the Artemis moved a disheveled piece of auburn hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she looked for the others who had been in her pod.
She tapped her commbadge and received the result she expected: nothing. They were on their own and, by necessity, going to have to do things the old fashioned way.
MacKenzie: Brexis! Cole! Storm!
At first, she was met by silence, until one by one, they emerged from behind scattered debris and rocky outcroppings, shaken, but alive. Relief flickered through MacKenzie as she counted heads: four of them in total.
Brexis/Cole/Storm: Response
MacKenzie: Everyone okay?
Brexis/Cole/Storm: Response
It was only at that point that the commanding officer really looked around. There was no sign of the other escape pods, or other members of the crew who'd been on the Karnack. What she'd taken for eroded stone at a distance resolved into structure - low walls, broken arches, geometric shapes softened by time and weather. The formations weren't naturally occurring - someone or something had constructed them, a small city that once housed whatever it was that lived here. Even from their distance, Addison could tell the structures were quite old.
She tapped her commbadge and received the result she expected: nothing. They were on their own and, by necessity, going to have to do things the old fashioned way.
MacKenzie: Brexis! Cole! Storm!
At first, she was met by silence, until one by one, they emerged from behind scattered debris and rocky outcroppings, shaken, but alive. Relief flickered through MacKenzie as she counted heads: four of them in total.
Brexis/Cole/Storm: Response
MacKenzie: Everyone okay?
Brexis/Cole/Storm: Response
It was only at that point that the commanding officer really looked around. There was no sign of the other escape pods, or other members of the crew who'd been on the Karnack. What she'd taken for eroded stone at a distance resolved into structure - low walls, broken arches, geometric shapes softened by time and weather. The formations weren't naturally occurring - someone or something had constructed them, a small city that once housed whatever it was that lived here. Even from their distance, Addison could tell the structures were quite old.
She pointed in the direction of the ruins.
MacKenzie: We should go take a look. Maybe we'll be able to find something helpful. Or be able to take shelter.
Brexis/Cole/Storm: Response
MacKenzie: We should go take a look. Maybe we'll be able to find something helpful. Or be able to take shelter.
Brexis/Cole/Storm: Response
Tag, and TBC!
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Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A
Executive Council Member
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