LtCmdr Kettick: Post-party cleanup duty

[Darwin Awkward]

((In front of the quarantined area, Deck 6, USS Eagle-A))

Standing with his back to the shimmering class 4 forcefield that marked the boundary of the quarantined area, Kettick checked his loadout and confirmed the settings on his trusty Type 33 phaser rifle before looking at the people in front of him while they all went through the last of their suit checks. 

Over the years, Kettick had gotten to know his crewmates, and he could tell quite a bit just from a team makeup. In this case, whoever had given them this job apparently expected the sealed off area on deck 6 to be the kind of place you only visited with incendiaries and a commando of like-minded friends. Fortunately enough, he had both.

His gaze lingered a bit longer on Commander Williams, and he gave the man a nod. The Remmilian knew that compared to his own away team, Williams' had had a rougher time of it on the moon's surface, with ch'Clex still in surgery and Williams having gone partially blind. Still, the Commander was a professional, and Kettick trusted the man to have bowed out if he felt he was not physically up to the task.

He briefly activated the communicator embedded in his facemask, listening to the click echo on the line, then spoke up to see whether the others could hear him directly.

Kettick: Comm and voice check. Everyone set? 

Braya/Tanner/Williams: Response

Kettick: And clear. :: Without further ado, he pointed towards the forcefield at his back and moved on to the briefing :: In theory, any living organic matter in this area has been reduced to its component atoms, along with some of the equipment. Our job is to replace everything that belongs into the second category, and to make sure that nothing is left in the first. 

Braya/Tanner/Williams: Response 

Kettick: We will lower the forcefields, enter, close behind us, clear the first area, lower the next forcefield, and repeat. Full hostile environment protocols, given what we saw of these spores so far, anything that is not us and gives out lifesigns is considered as a deadly agressor by default.  Our first objective is neural gel bank B, through the purple maintenance hatch two corridors over. Until we get there, Mister Williams, the lead is yours. 

Williams: Response

Braya/Tanner: Response

Tags/TBC

--

Lieutenant-Commander Kettick

Chief of Engineering

USS Eagle-A

G239107LR0

Your Engineering department kindly reminds you that you are supposed to read the flakking manual.