(( Data Core?, Surface, Marohu III ))
Arlill: What does your name stand for.
Kaelith: In the Before’s language it’s hard for your tongues to replicate or brains to abosrb, but it roughly translates to “Knowledge is Everlasting, Knowledge isn’t Good nor Bad, Knowledge must Grow.” ::beat:: It loses some of it’s esteem in translation.
Enak: Better than I’ve heard in other places.
JoNz continued to fuss with the data packet and it was then that an obnoxious advertisement for a Zet influencer hawking chitin cream messed with the transmission.
Riley / Forsyth: Response
JoNz: Uh ::to all:: Excuse me, but we may have a communications problem with the ship…
Arlill: Report ensign?
JoNz: Sir, I attempted to send a data packet per SOP; the transmission bounced back to my tricorder.
Arlill: Can we confirm the source of that transmission?
JoNz: Confirmed source is the Butler and its not our equipment that has the issue.
Looks to the others with a slight look of concern.
Arlill: The O-E-B?! That can’t be good! ::turning to Kaelith:: Do you have enough energy to reach out to the ship?
Kaelith: I’m afraid my systems have stabilized but my external transceiver, as you might perceive it, isn’t full powered.
Arlill: Ok, that’s fine, thank you, ::turning to the others:: we need to get to a beam out location. There’s plenty more to learn here, but our ship might be in trouble.
Enak: Well, in that case, it was nice meeting all of you.
Riley / Forsyth: Response
JoNz gathered up the duffel bag assigned to the Away Team that was used for various equipment or samples as needed; it was her job as junior officer to lug it around.
Enak: I’m still digging here. If y’all are moving on, I’m staying here.
Riley / Forsyth / Arlill / Kaelith: Response
The Cait made one final check to the micro fusion-reactor.
Enak: I will ask that you leave the generator here so I can talk to Kaelith some more. Assuming he’s willing to talk to me.
Riley / Forsyth / Arlill / Kaelith: Response
JoNz: I'll defer to the seniors but I see no issues with leaving the fusion-reactor.
Enak: Thank you.
Riley / Forsyth / Arlill / Kaelith: Response
Kansz moved with the others as they sought a proper beam out point.
Riley / Forsyth / Arlill / Kaelith: Response
JoNz: I hope nothing serious happened. ::walking briskly::
Riley / Forsyth / Arlill / Kaelith: Response
The Ensign, once they had reached a point that was suitable for a transport, tapped at her commbadge just to check and was greeted with an ad for Imperial-made Zet chitin cream.
Cocking an eyebrow, she looked at the team.
JoNz: And the Zet are who?
Riley / Forsyth / Arlill / Kaelith: Response
(TAGS/TBC)