MSNPC Head-Professor Numerdor: This way!
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Lt.Cmdr. Alexander Williams
Sep 26, 2025, 9:19:10 AM (yesterday) Sep 26
to USS Eagle – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Three clicks from the wreckage of Proust Station))
Numerdor felt dirty. The warm sweat that dripped all over his face and legs was too much to handle for the scientist. He was built for sitting at a desk, reading books, maybe doing an occasional walk through a library, or getting some food. But he was definitely not made for long walks, especially out in the open, or in a warm, desert-like place far away from any comfort.
Over the past few days, the professor had grown used to a quick patrol or a short walk to get water, but a long march through the heat was not to his liking. But… in the name of science, he hadn't protested and joined the search for what was left of the station he used to call home.
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.
Numerdor listened closely to his new escort. Starfleet had gotten some sort of reinforcement and taken charge of the situation. Forcing Numerdor to work with new people again. Only the man in charge was somewhat familiar to him. It was the same man he had built a shelter with on the day of their arrival. A capable officer, that much was certain. But still.. he was Starfleet and that alone was enough for Numerdor to keep some distance between them.
Frex: I'm not seeing anything directly in our path. But, the scans are being bounced back about 225 meters ahead of us.
Favon: Response?
Numerdor: This is not what i signed up for. I’d rather take a break. Get some water and rest.
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: If you ask me we carry as much of my books and notes as possible. But i doubt thats what you mean… There should still be food, water, spare parts, i fit didnt all burn up in the atmosphere.
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.
Numerdor started into the distance. No matter what way he looked, it all looked the same. Until, suddenly he saw something blink in the sunlight. A roof of some sort? A solar panel perhaps? Without looking at the others, Numerdor moved up one of the sand dunes to get a better look. When he realised what he had found, he jumped in the air. As to turned to the others he noted they hadnt followed him, and seemed to head in the wrong direction.
Numerdor: Wait! Stop for a moment. Do you see that? ::he pointed ahead with a shaking hand:: That’s not just wreckage—that’s from Hydroponics. I’d bet my doctorate on it.
oO And if Hydroponics survived, then maybe… water. And more importantly… maybe the auxiliary archives nearby. Oo
Numerdor: If there’s anywhere we’ll find usable systems or records that survived—it’s there. We should head that way.
Favon/Frex: Response?
He felt his heart beating in his chest. The pain and small from his exercise in the heat were gone.. For the first time since they’d left the compound ,he felt excited again.
Falt: Response?
Numerdor: You’ll thank me later. Trust me, this is where the real salvage is.
He hopes this would be enough to make a D-Tour and head for the Hydroponics bay first, before heading for the rest of the station. If not, well… he would make his own choice and move on solo.
Falt/Favon/Frex: Response
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Head-Professor Numerdor
Proust Station Science Division
As simmed by:
Lt.Cmdr Alexander Williams
Chief Security Officer
USS Eagle
https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Alexander_Williams
A239006AW0
Numerdor felt dirty. The warm sweat that dripped all over his face and legs was too much to handle for the scientist. He was built for sitting at a desk, reading books, maybe doing an occasional walk through a library, or getting some food. But he was definitely not made for long walks, especially out in the open, or in a warm, desert-like place far away from any comfort.
Over the past few days, the professor had grown used to a quick patrol or a short walk to get water, but a long march through the heat was not to his liking. But… in the name of science, he hadn't protested and joined the search for what was left of the station he used to call home.
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.
Numerdor listened closely to his new escort. Starfleet had gotten some sort of reinforcement and taken charge of the situation. Forcing Numerdor to work with new people again. Only the man in charge was somewhat familiar to him. It was the same man he had built a shelter with on the day of their arrival. A capable officer, that much was certain. But still.. he was Starfleet and that alone was enough for Numerdor to keep some distance between them.
Frex: I'm not seeing anything directly in our path. But, the scans are being bounced back about 225 meters ahead of us.
Favon: Response?
Numerdor: This is not what i signed up for. I’d rather take a break. Get some water and rest.
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: If you ask me we carry as much of my books and notes as possible. But i doubt thats what you mean… There should still be food, water, spare parts, i fit didnt all burn up in the atmosphere.
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.
Numerdor started into the distance. No matter what way he looked, it all looked the same. Until, suddenly he saw something blink in the sunlight. A roof of some sort? A solar panel perhaps? Without looking at the others, Numerdor moved up one of the sand dunes to get a better look. When he realised what he had found, he jumped in the air. As to turned to the others he noted they hadnt followed him, and seemed to head in the wrong direction.
Numerdor: Wait! Stop for a moment. Do you see that? ::he pointed ahead with a shaking hand:: That’s not just wreckage—that’s from Hydroponics. I’d bet my doctorate on it.
oO And if Hydroponics survived, then maybe… water. And more importantly… maybe the auxiliary archives nearby. Oo
Numerdor: If there’s anywhere we’ll find usable systems or records that survived—it’s there. We should head that way.
Favon/Frex: Response?
He felt his heart beating in his chest. The pain and small from his exercise in the heat were gone.. For the first time since they’d left the compound ,he felt excited again.
Falt: Response?
Numerdor: You’ll thank me later. Trust me, this is where the real salvage is.
He hopes this would be enough to make a D-Tour and head for the Hydroponics bay first, before heading for the rest of the station. If not, well… he would make his own choice and move on solo.
Falt/Favon/Frex: Response
=============================
Head-Professor Numerdor
Proust Station Science Division
As simmed by:
Lt.Cmdr Alexander Williams
Chief Security Officer
USS Eagle
https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Alexander_Williams
A239006AW0
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