Lieutenant Commander Lael Rosek: Hurry Up and Wait
Lael Rosek
OOC: Crewman Davis James is a general NPC. Anyone can feel free to pick up his tags. :D
((Science Lab 1, Deck 10, USS Chin’toka))
{{Mini Time Jump}}
She stood with her hands on the edges of the console, leaning forward as she studied the readings they’d been able to obtain with their current sensor range. It looked like they’d be using one of their newly lined shuttles after all, even if it hadn’t been quite what she’d had in mind. She’d elected to have Crewman James accompany them in addition to Serala’s suggestion of Ensign Zarax. The two would be more than enough eyes.
Once the science and medical teams had been transported down to the planet’s surface, the shuttle would return to the midway coordinates and would stay in contact with Commander Kiax. Of course, regular check-ins were a must.
She’d made it clear to the two who would be remaining aboard the shuttle that if the surface team missed check-in by more than a few minutes, they were to get into contact with the Chin’toka to advise them of the situation. There was no room for mistakes, especially given the unknown that they were facing.
Rosek: ::looks up:: All right. What has everyone got? Any topics you think we should discuss or scenarios we should plan for before we board the shuttle?
((OOC: Left the above in as a sort of transition, but Raga’s sim jumped us straight to the shuttle, so I’m going to move it along.))
((Shuttle John Lewis, Near Eladar IV))
Raga: =/\= Chin’toka to away teams. We’ll be monitoring you from here. =/\=
Serala: =/\= Shuttle Banshee, acknowledged, Chin’toka. Shuttle Lewis, stand off at half the distance and wait for my signal. =/\=
Zarax: =/\= Acknowledged, Commander. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Well, good luck. And try to make a good impression. Chin’toka out. =/\=
Lael had never been much for the waiting game. But until they received the go-ahead from Serala, there wasn’t much to be done for it. There were procedures to follow, after all. A wry, unamused grin twisted her lips as she sat in one of the shuttle’s pilot chairs, a PADD in hand. She and Zarax had teamed up to pilot the shuttle this far.
It had been a good while since Lael had felt the power of a craft under her control and she hadn’t been able to resist shaking some of the dust off of her flying skills. Crewman James would take over once she and the medical and science teams had beamed down to the surface.
Zarax: Response
Rosek: ::looks up and smirks:: Any time you are, Ensign. I never say no to a chance to fly. Maybe you can help me requalify. I’m sure my certification is on the verge of lapsing. It’s been a long while since I’ve needed it.
Zarax: Response
Snow / th’Koro / Levinson: Responses
She shrugged. Who knew where things would go? Hopefully, Serala was having some luck with the locals. Lael recalled well her first contact with the Golthanni. A soft chuckle escaped her lips. It had been one of the more interesting missions of her career.
The bird-like species had been wary of their presence at first but had slowly warmed up to them. By the end of the encounter, she felt they’d established a good rapport with the reportedly-xenophobic race that would pave the way for a thriving relationship with them.
Rosek: Orders are orders. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. Besides, I’m all for not rushing into this. No reason to set them on their guard right off the bat.
Snow / th’Koro / Levinson: Responses
Rosek: ::to th’Koro and Levinson:: Were you two able to narrow down possible points of interest any further?
Snow / th’Koro / Levinson: Responses
Rosek: ::grins:: Well, cultural anthropology was never a hobby of mine. But that seems to be our job description for the day. Anyone have any experience to share that might give us a sense of things when we do beam down?
Snow / th’Koro / Levinson: Responses
Zarax / James: Responses
