Lieutenant JG Jackson Tanner - So, how we gonna do this?
Jackson Tanner
((Planetside, Unknown Planet))
It had been a week since the Eagle crew made planetfall, their descent forced by the catastrophic failure of the ship’s primary systems. In that time, the crew had transformed the barren stretch of alien terrain into a makeshift camp. The planet’s atmosphere, though breathable, was a touch on the difficult side of things given the nature of their camp. It would do for now as they pushed to the limits temporary shelters. Jackson, once drained from the ordeal of landing and the immediate scramble for survival, had finally regained his strength. The color had returned to his face, and the sharpness to his eyes.
Now, standing just beyond the perimeter of the camp, Jackson turned his attention to the gathering of officers. They were a mix of seasoned veterans and younger crew members, all brought together by necessity and the shared burden of leadership. While Jackson knew most of them before this, he knew all of them a whole lot better now. Their close quarters and need to rely on each other's skills and strength forged a kind of bond that only emergencies can. But as the initial chaos had passed; now came the harder part of planning what comes next.
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.
It made a lot of sense that they had put their heads together to come up with a plan that would see them not call this planet their permanent home. Jackson could probably have reasonably guessed what some of those options had been, but he had been pretty intently focused so far on being able to sustain themselves and cannibalise what he could.
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.
It had become clear that where they had ended up, was not the same time as they left. Things were different, technology was different and the fall back crutch of The Federation simply wasn’t as all encompassing as it once was. Jackson simply nodded his acceptance of the mission.
Adyr / Braya: Response
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.
The danger of their current situation was as visible as ever. Sending officers to a location from which others had yet to return underscored not only the peril they faced, but the urgency driving their actions. Sitting idle at camp wasn’t an option. If they waited too long, they risked being discovered and with that, any hope of escape or long-term survival would begin to slip away.
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: Seems like a wise course of action.
Genkos nodded, leaving Tomas to assume he had no objection to their plan.
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.
This beacon was actually a shining star. If they could find someone else from the Federation they could work to bridge their knowledge gap and make plans to make connections to support and help.
Drex: At your orders, Sir
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.
The picture of the hoversled full of antiques being bartered for goods played through Jackson's mind. It sounded like a fund mission but one not uniquely suited to Jackson's skills. Negotiating on fair prices wasn’t something Jackson felt comfortable with or enjoyed.
Kettick: Sir.
Buccheri: Aye aye, sir.
Letek: Aye.
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.
Jackson smiled and understood the request but it likely wouldn’t take long for people to realise just how odd and out of place they likely were. They would need to rely on most core facts remaining the same.
Tanner: Dunno if stealth is my thing, but if we find a ship, at least I can get it working.
Braya / Adyr: Response
Braya was also likely able to fly anything they found as an option. What Jackson’s concern was, would be just how they were going to get any vessels out of the depot. It was likely if they flew out they would give chase and it wasn’t exactly likely they would agree to just give them one. Looking at the Commander, he hoped as part of developing this plan, she had something in her back pocket.
Braya / Adyr: Response
TAG/TBC
Lieutenant JG Jackson Tanner
Engineering Officer
USS Eagle
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