Lt. Gnaxac - Why, Yes I Would Kent
Genkos Adea
((Crash Fields, Sargasso V))
Gnaxac shrugged; he was just a suggestion (to document a timeline of crashes at some point), but obviously the priority would be the tourist shuttle. He wondered idly if they were going to find any survivors of that shuttle crash. His own tricorder was on the fritz - perhaps the dampening field was stronger and they were closer to an emitter, or perhaps they just weren’t any lifesigns to scan in the first place.
Gnaxac: ::He shrugged, moving on.:: D-d-do we think they’re alive? C-c-can you read any lifesigns at this d-d-distance?
The Admiral shook her head, clearly getting nothing, same as Gnaxac. Ylvor took a deep breath, dropping her gaze toward her tricorder, and chimed in.
Ylvor: Well I think we need to close in and scout out the site, depending on what we find we can circle back and examine these recorders.
Reynolds: Yes, that would be my plan, too. ::She nodded.:: Let’s go.
Sevo: Response
Ylvor: ::She wiped her brow.:: Has there been any report from the other teams as to their status?
Gnaxac jumped a foot in the air as a pretty decent roar rumbled across the hills and grasses, coming from somewhere far in the distance. Back on terra firma, the little Ferengi looked at his tricorder, to see if he could trace the source. The rest of the team seemed worried, but none of them had jumped - possibly because their little lobes didn’t amplify the sound quite as much as his own.
Gnaxac: By the Exchequer!
Sevo: Response
Ylvor: What was that?
Reynolds: I have no idea, but I don’t think it was nearby. ::Her frown deepened as the sound faded away.:: Unfortunately, the tricorders can’t add anything. Let’s keep going.
As the sounds faded, Gnaxac frowned, trying to concentrate on it. Where tricorders were failing them, perhaps some good old fashioned biological equipment could come in handy.
Gnaxac: It sounds earthy - like the shifting of rocks. B-b-but I wouldn’t want to g-g-guess in which direction.
Sevo / Ylvor: Response
Reynolds: It’s possible there’s some geological instabilities in the area, maybe as a result of building whatever is bringing these ships down. ::She glanced toward Ylvor.:: Or if you’re right, and the thing’s malfunctioning, it might be causing havoc on the ground as well as in the sky.
Gnaxac shuddered - being in such danger in the air was one thing, but suddenly the prospect of it being as risky now as it had been when they were trying not to crash seemed very unappealing. He wiped the sweat off his brow with a sleeve - was it heat sweat, or terror sweat he wondered briefly.
Gnaxac: Maybe we should g-g-get g-g-going.
Sevo / Ylvor: Response
A flock of loud scratchy flappy things - possibly birds, possibly something else - flew overhead and Gnaxac winced slightly at the awful noises they made. Mercifully it appeared they were not going the same way as themselves.
Several kilometres and nearly an hour’s walk later, and the shuttle came into view. It was pretty impressive, considering that it was still mostly in one piece and the majority of the ships they’d seen were… well, were not. However it was dipped in the lake before them, looking from a distance as if it was trying to drink a bit of the water without attracting predators. But that was silly. Spaceships hadn’t needed to drink water for generations.
The rear hatch was open, and there was no one around - certainly the tricorders didn’t pick anything up, and Gnaxac couldn’t hear any telltale signs of life.
Reynolds: Those are phaser cut marks by the door, ::she spoke quietly, and gestured toward the open hatch.:: Someone might have been trying to rescue the occupants.
Gnaxac: ::matching the Admiral’s tone and volume:: Or someone c-c-cracked the shell to g-g-get at the delicious meat inside…
Reynolds / Sevo / Ylvor: Response
Gnaxac felt eyes on him, and he winced apologetically.
Gnaxac: Ap-p-p-pologies - overactive imagination. ::he peered at the phaser burns:: Still though, these m-m-marks look wrong. ::he indicated with a stubby forefinger:: See how the m-m-metal has melted here - they had the s-s-settings far too high for the j-j-job. Suggests they’re n-n-not familiar with their own t-t-tech.
Reynolds / Sevo / Ylvor: Response
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Lieutenant Gnaxac
Engineer
USS Gorkon
G239502GS0