MSNPC Thylor Ch'viqit - The Joys of Entomology
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Xilva Marsek
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((Surface, Gamma Stellonis IV))
The never-ending rain had soaked Thylor's antennae to the very core, which dulled all of his senses through a hazy veil of water. He was exhausted, injured, and quietly mourning for his teammates - while he didn't know Mia's fate yet, he had to prepare for the worst. The survey was important; he had to get the data back no matter what it took. His training kicked in, and he slowly drew himself to his full height.
Ch'viqit: Lead the way, please. I shall keep my senses tuned towards potential predators.
Shortrith: I'll follow behind again, that way I'll have your backs.
Varek: I’m right behind you, Ensign.
Genestra: Copy, I've got point. Let's move.
Thylor took his place next to Varek and unclipped the borrowed phaser to have it at the ready. He swept the landscape, so far nothing bothering him except a faint buzzing that he quickly dismissed - it was a jungle, after all, of course the place would be teeming with insects and other buzzy creatures. He never quite cared for them, or jungles, but he went where he was ordered.
Shortrith: ::to Ch'viqit:: Do you feel pain anywhere other than what I've covered? I'll get a chance to properly treat you when we get to the shuttle.
Ch'viqit: ::pleasantly:: I'm afraid I have a high pain tolerance even among Andorians, Doctor. I may very well have more injuries, but I simply cannot feel them at the moment. My bones feel intact and my wits are about me - I doubt I have much to worry about for the moment.
The night grew darker, and the bioluminescence grew stronger in a spectrum of colors that Thylor didn't quite have the name for. In any other circumstance, when they weren't searching for an errant commander, it would be something that he would have wanted to paint or try to grow himself. On that thought, he slipped a sample jar out of his pack and collected a small amount - enough to analyze and hopefully reproduce once he was safe aboard his next research assignment.
Shortrith: I can't see the Zelph. We should be good to head back to the buggy and then back to the shuttle.
The Zelph, as well. Thylor had heard of the creatures, although he hadn't seen any on his journey yet - not that he had been paying attention or made an effort to do so. His goal still remained - he had to find Mia, and quickly.
Varek: Shouldn’t we wait for Commander Oswald at the buggy? The route back to the shuttle is long and difficult on foot.
Leave someone behind? From what Thylor recalled, that didn't sound very Starfleet of them. For a brief moment, he wondered if they were pirates who had simply stolen the uniforms of an unfortunate crew. While far-fetched, it did remain in the realm of possibility. He'd keep a close eye on them.
Shortrith: ::to Genestra:: You still alright to drive?
Genestra: Aye, Lieutenant.
Ch'viqit: Wouldn't it be prudent to check for enemies once more? I'm afraid this planet is full of dangers.
Varek: Lieutenant, I'd suggest we take another chance at a wide, active scan before we board our buggy. We know there are Gorn nearby, and I don't want us to walk right into a trap when we get to the buggy.
Now there was a prudent idea! Thylor quietly filed a checkmark in the 'probably Starfleet' column.
Ch'viqit: The Gorn, may I remind you, may be the least of our concerns. Our earlier data indicates a number of carnivorous flora and fauna scattered throughout this planet.
Shortrith: Response
Thylor kept alert while the Vulcan (at least, he presumed Vulcan - he was never the best at telling Vulcans apart from their Romulan cousins) performed his scans.
Varek: I’m not getting a clear reading. The atmospheric interference seems particularly strong in this region and is affecting the scans. I’m picking up a few lifesigns, but I can’t pinpoint them precisely. They don’t appear to be very far from us, though.
Genestra: We need to keep moving.
Ch'viqit: Quite carefully, may I suggest. The Gorn - and the other predators in this area - are much faster than you would imagine.
Shortrith: Response
Varek: Is it just me, or is the buzzing getting louder?
Thylor paused, his antennae perking up as he searched for the source of the noise.
Ch'viqit: Something's coming closer - a lot of something, may I add.
Shortrith: Response
The tricorder acted as a glowing beacon. He wasn't sure if it was the lights or the sound that attracted the sudden swarm - it may have been both, but he was no entomologist. With a sudden burst of energy, he quickly aimed his phaser towards the sky.
Genestra: Incoming!
Varek: I’ve turned off the tricorder. We should get clear of this area quickly.
Thylor took little notice of their point person ducked behind a tree; his focus was on the sudden incoming swarm. With a careful, easy precision, he aimed at the tiny targets and fired, watching them fall harmlessly to the ground before aiming for the next. He only stopped once the swarm rose and flew away, the threat, for now, secured.
Genestra: I hate this planet!
Ch'viqit: I'm afraid I must agree with you!
Shortrith/Varek: Response
Genestra: Let's move before ::pointing to the ones on the ground:: they wake up or ::pointing in the direction the remaining creatures flew off to:: they come back with more friends.
Ch'viqit: As those...insects, shall we say, are rather small, we have indeed bought ourselves quite a bit of time. The stun setting is enough to know them out for several hours.
Shortrith/Varek: Response
The buggy was in sight, and Thylor followed the others towards their vehicle. A slight frown crossed his face - he had observed the rather strange way Genestra had moved and turned himself away from the good doctor. It appeared he was trying to hide some kind of injury, and not well, by his standards.
Genestra: Driving back to the Medusa in the dark may not be a good idea. We would definitely have to use the lights and there is no telling what that would attract. ::tossing the PADD to Varek:: You think you can fly the shuttle to that ledge, sir? ::pointing to a rocky ledge the buggy could climb and high enough for the shuttle to maneuver in for a pickup.::
Varek: Response
Genestra: ::looking at Renaie:: We can bring the shuttle to us, Lieutenant. The downside is that the lifesigns that Lieutenant Varek was able to detect, were not far behind us. It does put us in this area a little longer, but the shuttle should only be about a seven minute flight from here.
Shortrith: Response
Genestra: Lieutenant, I also have to inquire about Commander Oswald. I am not comfortable leaving the area without him. Surely there is a way to track him online or offline? Do we link up with Commander Tucker? Lieutenant Wren? One of our engineers has to be able to locate him, right?
Ch'viqit: I am of the opinion that you should not abandon your commanding officer. Still, I am loathe to abandon Mia - if the plan is to leave the surface, I am afraid I cannot until I find her.
Shortrith/Varek: Response
The pleasant look on the Andorian's face hardened into a grim line.
Ch'viqit: Mia is family. I just witnessed the rest of my family become a feast for Gorn butchers. I cannot - no, I will not - allow her to succumb to the same fate. I hope you feel the same way about your commander.
Shortrith/Varek/Genestra: Response
He waited a moment, then opened one of the small pockets on his vest for a post-threat ration. His metabolic dizziness was already setting in, and he needed to think clearly, behave rationally. Within a few moments, the more pleasant look returned.
Ch'viqit: Apologies. Andorians have rather extreme metabolic responses to stress, as I'm sure the good doctor can confirm.
Shortrith/Varek/Genestra: Response
He slipped his phaser back into its holster and swapped it for a tricorder to track the pod's location.
Ch'viqit: I shall defer to your executive decisions. Cartography does not tend towards such grave dangers that Starfleet officers are accustomed to. By the way, doctor - you may want to take a better look at the ensign.
Shortrith/Varek/Genestra: Response
[tags/tbc!]
The never-ending rain had soaked Thylor's antennae to the very core, which dulled all of his senses through a hazy veil of water. He was exhausted, injured, and quietly mourning for his teammates - while he didn't know Mia's fate yet, he had to prepare for the worst. The survey was important; he had to get the data back no matter what it took. His training kicked in, and he slowly drew himself to his full height.
Ch'viqit: Lead the way, please. I shall keep my senses tuned towards potential predators.
Shortrith: I'll follow behind again, that way I'll have your backs.
Varek: I’m right behind you, Ensign.
Genestra: Copy, I've got point. Let's move.
Thylor took his place next to Varek and unclipped the borrowed phaser to have it at the ready. He swept the landscape, so far nothing bothering him except a faint buzzing that he quickly dismissed - it was a jungle, after all, of course the place would be teeming with insects and other buzzy creatures. He never quite cared for them, or jungles, but he went where he was ordered.
Shortrith: ::to Ch'viqit:: Do you feel pain anywhere other than what I've covered? I'll get a chance to properly treat you when we get to the shuttle.
Ch'viqit: ::pleasantly:: I'm afraid I have a high pain tolerance even among Andorians, Doctor. I may very well have more injuries, but I simply cannot feel them at the moment. My bones feel intact and my wits are about me - I doubt I have much to worry about for the moment.
The night grew darker, and the bioluminescence grew stronger in a spectrum of colors that Thylor didn't quite have the name for. In any other circumstance, when they weren't searching for an errant commander, it would be something that he would have wanted to paint or try to grow himself. On that thought, he slipped a sample jar out of his pack and collected a small amount - enough to analyze and hopefully reproduce once he was safe aboard his next research assignment.
Shortrith: I can't see the Zelph. We should be good to head back to the buggy and then back to the shuttle.
The Zelph, as well. Thylor had heard of the creatures, although he hadn't seen any on his journey yet - not that he had been paying attention or made an effort to do so. His goal still remained - he had to find Mia, and quickly.
Varek: Shouldn’t we wait for Commander Oswald at the buggy? The route back to the shuttle is long and difficult on foot.
Leave someone behind? From what Thylor recalled, that didn't sound very Starfleet of them. For a brief moment, he wondered if they were pirates who had simply stolen the uniforms of an unfortunate crew. While far-fetched, it did remain in the realm of possibility. He'd keep a close eye on them.
Shortrith: ::to Genestra:: You still alright to drive?
Genestra: Aye, Lieutenant.
Ch'viqit: Wouldn't it be prudent to check for enemies once more? I'm afraid this planet is full of dangers.
Varek: Lieutenant, I'd suggest we take another chance at a wide, active scan before we board our buggy. We know there are Gorn nearby, and I don't want us to walk right into a trap when we get to the buggy.
Now there was a prudent idea! Thylor quietly filed a checkmark in the 'probably Starfleet' column.
Ch'viqit: The Gorn, may I remind you, may be the least of our concerns. Our earlier data indicates a number of carnivorous flora and fauna scattered throughout this planet.
Shortrith: Response
Thylor kept alert while the Vulcan (at least, he presumed Vulcan - he was never the best at telling Vulcans apart from their Romulan cousins) performed his scans.
Varek: I’m not getting a clear reading. The atmospheric interference seems particularly strong in this region and is affecting the scans. I’m picking up a few lifesigns, but I can’t pinpoint them precisely. They don’t appear to be very far from us, though.
Genestra: We need to keep moving.
Ch'viqit: Quite carefully, may I suggest. The Gorn - and the other predators in this area - are much faster than you would imagine.
Shortrith: Response
Varek: Is it just me, or is the buzzing getting louder?
Thylor paused, his antennae perking up as he searched for the source of the noise.
Ch'viqit: Something's coming closer - a lot of something, may I add.
Shortrith: Response
The tricorder acted as a glowing beacon. He wasn't sure if it was the lights or the sound that attracted the sudden swarm - it may have been both, but he was no entomologist. With a sudden burst of energy, he quickly aimed his phaser towards the sky.
Genestra: Incoming!
Varek: I’ve turned off the tricorder. We should get clear of this area quickly.
Thylor took little notice of their point person ducked behind a tree; his focus was on the sudden incoming swarm. With a careful, easy precision, he aimed at the tiny targets and fired, watching them fall harmlessly to the ground before aiming for the next. He only stopped once the swarm rose and flew away, the threat, for now, secured.
Genestra: I hate this planet!
Ch'viqit: I'm afraid I must agree with you!
Shortrith/Varek: Response
Genestra: Let's move before ::pointing to the ones on the ground:: they wake up or ::pointing in the direction the remaining creatures flew off to:: they come back with more friends.
Ch'viqit: As those...insects, shall we say, are rather small, we have indeed bought ourselves quite a bit of time. The stun setting is enough to know them out for several hours.
Shortrith/Varek: Response
The buggy was in sight, and Thylor followed the others towards their vehicle. A slight frown crossed his face - he had observed the rather strange way Genestra had moved and turned himself away from the good doctor. It appeared he was trying to hide some kind of injury, and not well, by his standards.
Genestra: Driving back to the Medusa in the dark may not be a good idea. We would definitely have to use the lights and there is no telling what that would attract. ::tossing the PADD to Varek:: You think you can fly the shuttle to that ledge, sir? ::pointing to a rocky ledge the buggy could climb and high enough for the shuttle to maneuver in for a pickup.::
Varek: Response
Genestra: ::looking at Renaie:: We can bring the shuttle to us, Lieutenant. The downside is that the lifesigns that Lieutenant Varek was able to detect, were not far behind us. It does put us in this area a little longer, but the shuttle should only be about a seven minute flight from here.
Shortrith: Response
Genestra: Lieutenant, I also have to inquire about Commander Oswald. I am not comfortable leaving the area without him. Surely there is a way to track him online or offline? Do we link up with Commander Tucker? Lieutenant Wren? One of our engineers has to be able to locate him, right?
Ch'viqit: I am of the opinion that you should not abandon your commanding officer. Still, I am loathe to abandon Mia - if the plan is to leave the surface, I am afraid I cannot until I find her.
Shortrith/Varek: Response
The pleasant look on the Andorian's face hardened into a grim line.
Ch'viqit: Mia is family. I just witnessed the rest of my family become a feast for Gorn butchers. I cannot - no, I will not - allow her to succumb to the same fate. I hope you feel the same way about your commander.
Shortrith/Varek/Genestra: Response
He waited a moment, then opened one of the small pockets on his vest for a post-threat ration. His metabolic dizziness was already setting in, and he needed to think clearly, behave rationally. Within a few moments, the more pleasant look returned.
Ch'viqit: Apologies. Andorians have rather extreme metabolic responses to stress, as I'm sure the good doctor can confirm.
Shortrith/Varek/Genestra: Response
He slipped his phaser back into its holster and swapped it for a tricorder to track the pod's location.
Ch'viqit: I shall defer to your executive decisions. Cartography does not tend towards such grave dangers that Starfleet officers are accustomed to. By the way, doctor - you may want to take a better look at the ensign.
Shortrith/Varek/Genestra: Response
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Thylor Ch'viqit
Cartographer
Research Vessel Yantar
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