Ensign Jana Zicv - Less contrast than expected
Jana Zicv
((Transporter Room, Deck Three, USS Resolution))
The group of four female officers took their place on the transporter pad and waited for the clearance to beam down. The medical officer held a position at her side and for a moment she avoided eye contact with her. She was about to strike up a conversation and to get to know her better when the first officer spoke.
MacKenzie: For now, we’ll wait until we get confirmation from the Captain. We certainly don’t want to be seen as uninvited guests. Does anyone have any questions?
Sirin: Many. But they cannot be answered until we go down to the planet.
She took the opportunity to make herself acquainted.
Zicv: I have one that could be answered now. ::joking countenance::
Sirin: What would that be?
Zicv: Are you a doctor or a counselor? ::tilting her head::
Sirin: ::glancing at MacKenzie with a slight grin:: Well a bit of both, our medical officers seem to need both mental and physical aid more than most. It keeps me quite busy.
Delri’ise: ::pointing a finger:: I mean you can be a doctor in anythin’ if you study enough. Just ask some of the science officer’s I’ve run into.
The security officer was quite right, but on science métier, titles like this are useless. Everybody has a title and they are only necessary for formal situations or during academic meetings. It is true that some scientists like to be addressed by their titles, but it is not the general consensus. The Melthusian for example hated titles. She had so many of them, that it was pointless to even mention.
Zicv: I see! ::smiling:: Good to know.
Sirin: Thankfully on such a small ship, I can function quite well in both capacities.
The Melthusian would definitely have to win her friendship. Following Starfleet regulations, she would probably be the one who would conduct the counseling sections and keep her feet for duty. She was about to continue her professional first contact when the order came.
Alciv: Commander MacKenzie, we’ve received clearance from the bridge to beam your team down.
MacKenzie: Here we go…
Jana checked her equipment one last time and crossed her arms in front of the chest. Eyes closed while the transporter beam was activated, she focused her mind on the task ahead and gathered all her strengths to fulfill the science role that they expected from her.
((Heroes Park, Outside the Da’al Government Complex))
As soon as Ensign Zicv stopped to feel the transporter’s tug she opened her eyes and activated the science mode. Now she was a scientist in a field mission. Her first field mission indeed and everything needed to be perfect. At least she wished to be. She stepped aside and engaged her tricorder in the standard protocol. Checking the physical, chemical, and biological conditions of the environment.
The air was breathable with twenty-three percent of oxygen - a little higher than the planet average that was twenty point five. The humidity was higher than expected, but the elevated concentration of water molecules dissociated on the air indicated the presence of a large body of water nearby. Traces of carbon fumes and toxic elements were detected in small quantities, but their concentration was much higher beyond the large clearing.
No lethal radiation was detected but the Ultraviolet levels were higher than anticipated. A medical assessment would be necessary upon returning to the ship to verify traces of hiper-skin cell degeneration. Life form readings were detectable in large quantities and variety but Jana focused primarily on the Klingon and Da’al ones. A small group was just ahead, while a large contingent of Klingons was gathered outside the park.
The atmosphere of the planet had a prismatic dispersion effect very tricky. It was difficult for her eyes to adapt to the contrast and everything seemed bright and dazzled, which made it almost impossible to see details or carvings on everything. She decided to wait for the next instruction before investigating further that quizzical effect.
Nicholotti: =/\= Commander MacKenzie, prepare for the Resolution near your mark. It may balance the game a bit on the planet while I meet our friends above for a dinner date. =/\=
MacKenzie: ::wryly:: =/\= There’s a large clearing just beyond the park. You should be able to land the Resolution there. (beat) And here, I thought we were going to get the exciting mission while you got stuck up there babysitting the Klingons. =/\=
Nicholotti: =/\= I look forward to swapping stories when it’s all said and done. Take care down there.=/\=
MacKenzie: =/\= You do the same. MacKenzie out. =/\=
After overhearing the conversation with Resolution’s Captain, Jana paced toward the commander and was preparing to make her report when she spoke.
MacKenzie: Alright, initial impressions?
Delri’ise: First impressions? Nice place, but it’s too quiet sir. We should be careful.
Sirin: There are definitely eyes on us, but from where, I am uncertain.
Zicv: Sir! ::closing her tricorder:: The atmosphere is safe for us. No trace of chemical or radiation danger. ::pause:: However, the UV levels are higher than anticipated and I would recommend a medical inspection after the away mission.
MacKenzie/Sirin: Responses
Zicv: Alright! ::turning toward the clearing:: There is a larger concentration of Klingon bio-readings over there and I could trace signs of battle on the atmosphere.
MacKenzie/Delri’ise: Responses
Zicv: And finally! My eyes are getting trouble adjusting to the contrast in this atmosphere. I´m still investigating the reason. We could miss something or worst, misinterpret what we are seeing. I recommend caution while our eyes adapt.
MacKenzie: Keep your eyes peeled. I’m sure this isn’t going to be as easy as it appears… ::muttering:: It never is. ::clearing her throat:: Our point of contact is the Military Advisor, Zeneth.
Delri’ise: Anyone know where we can find him?
Zicv: It is hard to see but they are just a few meters ahead on that direction. ::pointing to the group::
Sirin: My guess would be that group of Klingons and Da’al in the distance. They do not look....cordial to each other.
MacKenzie/Delri’ise: Responses
As they came closer she realized that the Da’al people had gray skin. She got immediately curious about that. Is that a visual effect or it was indeed the tone of their skins? Nevertheless she opened her tricorder and started the readings while the Commander made the introductions.
Zeneth: We are not in Klingon space and that has been an agreed upon fact for many years. Tell me your true purpose here, while the discussion is still cordial.
Any: Response
TBC