Ensign Jori Mec - Little Space Rocks (Repost)
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Mars Elliot Hallman
Dec 17, 2025, 12:24:28 PM (9 days ago) Dec 17
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(( Iaonaiae Runabout - Main Shuttlebay - USS Constitution-B ))
Eze: Looks like the Lieutenant is excited to get going.
Mec: Feels like Iaonaiae is, too.
S’Jenes: ::evenly:: Once we clear the nebula’s densest band, I recommend a staggered sensor sweep. Short bursts may yield clearer data than sustained scans.
Eze: ::Eyes down at his screen:: I’m highlighting a tag of the Little Crow’s transponder for those scan bursts. The Connie can barely see through this soup, I think it’s highly likely we’ll lose track of them before we make planetfall.
Foster: On our way in we should drop a beacon probe, just in case we need to bounce a signal back to the Conny.
Mec: ::Tilting his head at Foster's order:: Aye, prepping a beacon now.
Jori's fingers flew across the inputs, quickly programming a time-delayed mayday message to broadcast along with their last known coordinates should they fail to intercept their own beacon after a few hours on the surface.
S’Jenes: I can route preliminary atmospheric and geological data directly to all stations as it becomes available. Should anyone require priority access, advise me now.
Eze: Atmospherics, please.
Foster: I’d concur. I’d like to know how deadly the atmosphere is before we try to go into it.
Mec: Agreed. Thanks, S'jenes.
S’Jenes: And… if this proves to be your first planetary descent under such conditions, it is statistically reasonable to experience heightened anticipation. ::a brief pause:: You are not alone in that assessment.
Eze: ::He chuckled:: That’s one hell of an understatement.
When Jori's eyes flicked back to the fore viewing window, his breath caught in his throat and his insides did a somersault. They were really flying into that swirling nebula, and it was as beautiful and terrifying as he had imagined.
Mec: ::Breathlessly:: Yeah. What - what they said.
Foster: I dunno, this might be sixty-seven? Sixty-eight? I lost count somewhere.
S’Jenes: Doctor Foster, once we are underway, I would appreciate your preference on landing-site variables—terrain stability versus atmospheric clarity.
Foster: Doesn’t look like a particularly hospitable planet. If I’m not mistaken that’s an open lava flow. ::he pointed at one sector of readings.:: and that’s an ocean. ::pointing at another.:: Can’t land on lava or water. So terrain stability will be a big factor. But we’ll also need to penetrate the atmosphere to land. I’d say 60-40 with a terrain stability preference.
S’Jenes: Ensign Tapor, when your perimeter sensors are ready, I would like to review their effective range under nebula interference. We may need to adjust placement protocols.
Eze: We’ll be guessing until we get clear atmospheric data. I’m fabricating more than a normal deployment, anticipating a low range.
S’Jenes: Ensign Mec, should you detect any fluctuation in power distribution or shield harmonics during descent, beyond expected variance, inform me immediately. I will cross-reference it with environmental anomalies.
Mec: ::Shifting his display to prioritize a view of the runabout's shields:: I got you.
S’Jenes: All stations appear prepared. I am… quietly interested to see what awaits us.
Eze: Let’s ‘boldly’ get going then.
Foster: We can’t sit around all day can we?
Mec: ::Quietly, with wonder:: Ad astra.
Foster: Stay seated, it’s getting rough out there.
Lystra: =/\= Little Crow to Iaonaiae. This windsheer is nasty. You might want to trim your angle of descent by a half degree and keep close. We’re taking the brunt of it, so see if you can ride our wake. =/\=
Foster: =/\= I’m happy to follow your pretty little trail. =/\=
Eze: I’ve still got the Crow - five degrees, no, ten degrees to starboard, range three kilometers.
Foster: We’re going to follow her in, and then planetward. We’ll break only when it’s clear.
S’Jenes/Eze: Response
The consoles around the cockpit briefly flickered and dimmed when a rougher wind shear hit the two runabouts, but when they came back to life, precious bits of data started to trickle through. Mec scanned the scant lines diligently, looking for something useful to focus on besides the bumpy ride.
Foster: Those readings looks … primordial. Universe knows what’s growing down there.
Mec: I've got standard power distribution, but shield modulation is acting up- ::pausing. Noting a need for clarity:: Shield modulation is shifting in response to some weak scattered impacts. Maybe keep a watch out for larger debris as we descend?
S’Jenes/Eze: Response
Foster: Once we’re clear we’ll take the opposite side of the planet as the Little Crow. ::he paused:: and I meant what I said about the beacons. Drop them just in case.
Mec: Aye, sir. Beacons are prepared for release.
Jori swiveled back to his console to release the beacon, which slipped out into the empty space behind the runabouts. He kept a wary eye on the dozen of tiny pings as the exoplanetary debris made contact with the Iaonaiae's shields during the descent toward the planet.
Eze: Looks like the Lieutenant is excited to get going.
Mec: Feels like Iaonaiae is, too.
S’Jenes: ::evenly:: Once we clear the nebula’s densest band, I recommend a staggered sensor sweep. Short bursts may yield clearer data than sustained scans.
Eze: ::Eyes down at his screen:: I’m highlighting a tag of the Little Crow’s transponder for those scan bursts. The Connie can barely see through this soup, I think it’s highly likely we’ll lose track of them before we make planetfall.
Foster: On our way in we should drop a beacon probe, just in case we need to bounce a signal back to the Conny.
Mec: ::Tilting his head at Foster's order:: Aye, prepping a beacon now.
Jori's fingers flew across the inputs, quickly programming a time-delayed mayday message to broadcast along with their last known coordinates should they fail to intercept their own beacon after a few hours on the surface.
S’Jenes: I can route preliminary atmospheric and geological data directly to all stations as it becomes available. Should anyone require priority access, advise me now.
Eze: Atmospherics, please.
Foster: I’d concur. I’d like to know how deadly the atmosphere is before we try to go into it.
Mec: Agreed. Thanks, S'jenes.
S’Jenes: And… if this proves to be your first planetary descent under such conditions, it is statistically reasonable to experience heightened anticipation. ::a brief pause:: You are not alone in that assessment.
Eze: ::He chuckled:: That’s one hell of an understatement.
When Jori's eyes flicked back to the fore viewing window, his breath caught in his throat and his insides did a somersault. They were really flying into that swirling nebula, and it was as beautiful and terrifying as he had imagined.
Mec: ::Breathlessly:: Yeah. What - what they said.
Foster: I dunno, this might be sixty-seven? Sixty-eight? I lost count somewhere.
S’Jenes: Doctor Foster, once we are underway, I would appreciate your preference on landing-site variables—terrain stability versus atmospheric clarity.
Foster: Doesn’t look like a particularly hospitable planet. If I’m not mistaken that’s an open lava flow. ::he pointed at one sector of readings.:: and that’s an ocean. ::pointing at another.:: Can’t land on lava or water. So terrain stability will be a big factor. But we’ll also need to penetrate the atmosphere to land. I’d say 60-40 with a terrain stability preference.
S’Jenes: Ensign Tapor, when your perimeter sensors are ready, I would like to review their effective range under nebula interference. We may need to adjust placement protocols.
Eze: We’ll be guessing until we get clear atmospheric data. I’m fabricating more than a normal deployment, anticipating a low range.
S’Jenes: Ensign Mec, should you detect any fluctuation in power distribution or shield harmonics during descent, beyond expected variance, inform me immediately. I will cross-reference it with environmental anomalies.
Mec: ::Shifting his display to prioritize a view of the runabout's shields:: I got you.
S’Jenes: All stations appear prepared. I am… quietly interested to see what awaits us.
Eze: Let’s ‘boldly’ get going then.
Foster: We can’t sit around all day can we?
Mec: ::Quietly, with wonder:: Ad astra.
Foster: Stay seated, it’s getting rough out there.
Lystra: =/\= Little Crow to Iaonaiae. This windsheer is nasty. You might want to trim your angle of descent by a half degree and keep close. We’re taking the brunt of it, so see if you can ride our wake. =/\=
Foster: =/\= I’m happy to follow your pretty little trail. =/\=
Eze: I’ve still got the Crow - five degrees, no, ten degrees to starboard, range three kilometers.
Foster: We’re going to follow her in, and then planetward. We’ll break only when it’s clear.
S’Jenes/Eze: Response
The consoles around the cockpit briefly flickered and dimmed when a rougher wind shear hit the two runabouts, but when they came back to life, precious bits of data started to trickle through. Mec scanned the scant lines diligently, looking for something useful to focus on besides the bumpy ride.
Foster: Those readings looks … primordial. Universe knows what’s growing down there.
Mec: I've got standard power distribution, but shield modulation is acting up- ::pausing. Noting a need for clarity:: Shield modulation is shifting in response to some weak scattered impacts. Maybe keep a watch out for larger debris as we descend?
S’Jenes/Eze: Response
Foster: Once we’re clear we’ll take the opposite side of the planet as the Little Crow. ::he paused:: and I meant what I said about the beacons. Drop them just in case.
Mec: Aye, sir. Beacons are prepared for release.
Jori swiveled back to his console to release the beacon, which slipped out into the empty space behind the runabouts. He kept a wary eye on the dozen of tiny pings as the exoplanetary debris made contact with the Iaonaiae's shields during the descent toward the planet.
Foster/S’Jenes/Eze: Response
TBC
-- Ensign Jori Mec (he/him)
Engineering Officer
USS Constitution-B
Engineering Officer
USS Constitution-B
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