((Briefing Lean-To, The USS Eagle Outpost))
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.
With a final nod from Adea the briefing was over. Tomas paused to send a runner to find Hesan then sought out Frex and Favon.
Falt: Ensigns. It's good to meet you both, regardless of the circumstances.
Favon: Likewise, Commander
Frex: ::Nods in agreement:: Yeah! It's nice to meet you guys, even if it's in less than stellar conditions!
Frex knew that he was one of the newest people onboard and thus, wasn't sure where to keep his hands. He wanted to be out there, scanning something. Doing something. Just trying to get everyone back to the present and figuring everything out.
Falt: We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other on our little night time hike. In the meantime, go grab what gear you need and meet me back here in twenty minutes
Favon: Understood.
Frex: Yes, sir. Understood.
Frex ran over and got some gear, including some of the basic stuff like food and water. He wasn't sure exactly how much to bring, so he brought 2-3 of each. That way, he would have been prepared.
Falt: That was quick! Grab your Search and Rescue gear Gunny, we've got a team missing somewhere in the wreckage of Proust Station.
Hesan: Aye, sir. I'll be ready to move in five.
Falt: And I've just given these two twenty minutes... Ensign's Frex and Favon, this is Master Gunnery Sergeant Hesan.
Hesan: Sir's.
Favon: Pleasure to meet you, Master Gunnery Sergeant. I'll be back quickly.
Frex: It's nice to meet you, sir.
Favon: Reporting back as ordered, Sir.
Frex: Reporting back as ordered too, sir.
Falt: is everyone happy with their kit?
Favon: I have basic medical supplies, rations and water, a tricoder, and a bladed survival implement, Sir.
Frex could even tell there were a lot of sirs going around. Was there something missing from....Favon? Was that the name Frex heard?
oO Truly must've missed something in orientation. Or did I miss orientation from the Q incident? Oo
Frex: ::Looks at all that he brought:: I've got the basic tricroder, food and water rations, and some other stuff. Basic survival gear.
Falt: Excellent. I'd suggest those that need one grab an emergency shelter as we leave as well, in case we need to camp out for the night. Otherwise, let's go find Professor Numerdor and move out.
Favon: I can take point, Sir. Though, I suspect the Master Gunnery Sergeant would be best suited to the task.
Falt: I don't mind you taking point. Master Guns can watch our six. Frex and I will be somewhere in the middle.
Frex: I think that would be a good idea. I'm not much of a soldier.
With nothing else to discuss the group headed out.
((Timeskip, Three clicks from the wreckage of Proust Station))
Frex had been working on keeping his legs moving. One in front of another. It felt like it was a bit hotter than Vulcan, but he hadn't been to Vulcan in quite some time.
Hesan: I think we need to get a touch closer to properly scout out the situation. With a team missing I do not want to rush in blind.
Falt: Agreed.
Frex: ::Pulls out his tricorder and scans the area ahead of the team:: I'm not seeing anything directly in our path. But, the scans are being bounced back about 225 meters ahead of us.
Favon / Numerdor: Response.
Falt: We're going to need your help too, Professor. When we get to what's left of the station I'm trusting you'll be able to tell us where the best salvage is, as that's our likely where our missing tram went first.
Numerdor: Response.
Frex: If the professor could point out where the good spaces are, I can use my archeology skills to maybe help with the salvage a little bit. Tech is tech, but it's only as good as the people pulling it out.
Favon: Response.
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Ensign Ranul Frex
Science Officer
USS Eagle
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