Ensign August Buccheri - Hard labor is hard

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((Briefing Lean-To, The USS Eagle Outpost))

Buccheri had not been expecting his beginning in Starfleet as being isolated in the midst of who-knows-where, and then being told that they had been stranded. Then, after the chaos that was the initial build up, he'd been dragged along on working parties and whatnot, eking out what little they could from debris, the various pods and shuttles that had made their escape, and the surrounding fauna. He found himself wishing he still had those replicators that could do non-food items.

oO The woes of post scarcity society. Oo 
He'd mused to himself.

Now he had been invited to an officer's briefing, which he had been looking forward to, to some extent.

Adea: Right, thank you all. It’s not been an easy time, but you’ve excelled yourselves at survival. But now we have to start thinking seriously about how to get home. To that end, Commander Adyr and I have come up with a cunning plan, or at least part of one.

He caught his old classmate's glance, having raised a brow in reply. He was unsure why she had stared at him as if he had just poured garbage on her head. Awkwardly, he turns his attention back to the commander.

oO What'd I do to you? Oo

Adea: First things first, we need to get off this planet, and find the rest of the Federation, if it even exists. To that end, Commander Adyr will lead a team to ::he flipped open a tricorder and projected the map they had:: this location. It looks like it might once upon a time have been a small ship depot of some kind, possibly Starfleet. However, it has fallen into the clutches of someone we know only as Taammir; they appear to be attached to something called “the Emerald Chain”. Adyr, your job will be to infiltrate this depot, and recover us a ship, or ships, that can get us off world en masse. Braya, you’ll be joining her as you’ve flown over the depot, and you’re a pilot. You might need to do some tinkering to get it started, so take Tanner with you as well.

Adyr / Braya / Tanner: Response

The information goes in Buccheri's head through one ear, left something behind, then exited the other. It didn't pertain to him - he didn't care.

Adea: Commander Falt; we’ve discovered a huge chunk of the Proust Station managed to survive entering the atmosphere and is possibly a great mine of resources for us. Be careful, however, as Jashkaa, Oromis and the rest of the last team I sent there haven’t returned… ::he let out a sigh:: or replied to hails. You’ll be taking Favon and Frex, as well as Professor Numerdor - he will know what’s survived best. 

This prompts the ensign to suddenly look towards the commander. His attention had been attracted by the mention of Jashkaa, recognizing the name as the commander he had crashed with. Momentarily, he looked towards Favon for a reaction, his own having been muted instead.

Frex: It looks like we've got a clear path to get there. It'd take us the better part of what makes up a day on this planet. So, since it's getting close to sunset, we'd better be off.

Falt: Agreed, Ensign. The lizards will be less active at night and we want to reach the wreckage tomorrow with plenty of daylight to search for the others. ::turning to Adea:: Since this is a search and rescue mission I'm going to ask Gunny Hesan to join us given her expertise.

Favon nodded in agreement.

Favon: Seems like a wise course of action.

Genkos nodded and turned to Alexander Williams.

Adea: Commander Williams, we think we’ve detected a Federation distress signal due north of here. I want you to take ch’Clex, Lim and Drex and find who it is, then bring them home.

Lim: Sir.

Williams: Aye, Sir. We'll make sure we get them in time!

ch’Clex: ::antennae angled forward:: Understood, Commander.

Drex: Response

Genkos ran a hand through his hair, before turning to the Xindi.

Adea: Commander Kettick; there’s an independent market town to the southwest. I want you to head there with Buccheri and Letek; although we aren’t familiar with the technology of this time, we’re going to need to get so real quick. So go there, and see what you can barter us. Ops has already put together a hoversled of things we can possibly trade, so take that with you.

Kettick: Sir.

The newcomer quickly snapped his head towards the voice, identifying the Remmilian officer thanks to his uniqueness among the officers.

Buccheri: Aye aye, sir.

Letek: Response

Adea: I’ll be staying here with Doctor Thalor and the rest of our medical team - we still have plenty of wounded to be looking after, and that’s where I’m needed best. Go in good faith, and remember - don’t let on that we’re here from the past - if the Department of Temporal Investigations exists in this part of the galaxy, I don’t want to get on their bad side.

Buccheri found himself looking through the crowd of officers, trying to identify the chief engineer from the number. He's surprised shortly after when the chief engineer finds him first.

Kettick: Gentlemen. Let us see what Ops has set aside for us.

Buccheri: You got it, sir.

Letek: Response

The ensign caught up with the officer as he moved towards the Ops warehouse - some shed Buccheri had to help build a day or so into their stranding.

Kettick: I would suggest we start observing from afar for a while; just to get a feeling of the place. The First Directive may be dead and buried as far as this mission is concerned, but I would rather not find out that the locals are fresh out of a bloody war with the Xindi, and shoot at anything with an exoskeleton.

Buccheri: If you say so, chief. I'm not very big on getting shot at either. Especially when I don't know who or what's shooting at me, sir. 

Letek: Response

Kettick: We know that they have radio, and that there is a ship depot on the planet that has been in service at some point but seems to be abandoned right now. As far as anything else is concerned... they might see our salvaged tech as caveman junk or they may roll around in vehicles made of tree trunks and pulled by dinosaurs for all we know.

Buccheri: If it's the former, sir, I'm pretty sure they'd be the ones breaking the Prime Directive.

He offered a mischievous smile, snickering to himself as he did so.

Nonetheless, the ensign took it upon himself to quickly communicate with the nearest crew member that hadn't been busy with something. Shortly after, he'd identified the hoversled which they were to use for the mission, now laden with materiel, supplies, scavenged loot, and what not they were allotted for this mission. The particulars to which the ensign wasn't exactly familiar with, since he hadn't signed up to the fleet as a quartermaster. He was more concerned with how heavy this all looked.

Buccheri: Do you think the captain'd let us find and - or cobble together a shuttle if we asked really nicely?

He was asking no one in particular, though his question was half jest and half question.

Letek / Kettick: Response

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Ensign August Buccheri

Tactical Officer
USS Eagle

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