Lt. Cmdr. DeVeau - "Other Survivors"
Amanda Nordstrom
OOC: Feeling a little better, and hubby took some
responsibilities off my shoulders, so wrote a post. I'm hoping I
pieced it together all right.
(( “ Camp Nickson, Limbo” - Day 119 ))
::Alora bent over one of the plots of land where she had planted
one of a variety of the flora that was edible. WHile they still
had plenty to forage from, they would be more efficient if they
grew their own - not to mention, it would reduce the ecological
impact on the forest. Thus far, they were doing just fine, but
Alora hovered over the various plots of land and checked on the
crops as if they were children.::
::Behind her, Sachiko picked her way through the rows, the feline
deftly refraining from stepping on any of the babies. Although
cats were known to nibble on plants as a whole, Sachiko seemed to
realise that these were off limits, simply trailing behind her
human to keep her company. Such a sweet feline.::
::Those checked, Alora moved away from the plots and toward an
area where she had planted trees. These had required less land to
be cleared, as the various types all managed to grow together -
though she was certain the strong prevailed over the weak. These
were all fruit bearing trees, grown in the hopes to harvest them
in the future - should that be necessary.::
::That thought was a solemn one. Planting those trees had been a
silenta admittance that they weren’t sure they were going to get
off that planet. If they did, there was no guarantee it would
happen any time soon. Those trees were for a worst case scenario,
preparation for a longer stay. No one had wanted to admit it
aloud, and Alora could understand it, but they also couldn’t risk
not being prepared.::
::Sachiko meowed and Alora stopped and turned toward the cat.
During their time there, she’d managed to come to understand the
creature’s signals, and this was the type of sound she made when
the critter wanted her human’s attention. Her ears were pricked
forward and her eyes and turned back toward the camp, causing
Alora’s lips to curl downward in a frown.::
DeVeau: What’s wrong?
::Sometimes, Alora forgot that Sachiko couldn’t speak, but as if
the creature understood, the cat stood and trotted back in the
direction of camp. WIthout hesitation, Alora followed.::
Ukinix: The Veritas is still up there. Do you guys know about the
time “bubble”?
::That voice. It wasn’t familiar, but it was another person,
someone who hadn’t been at the camp before! That didn’t make her
feet kick in faster, however. No, it was what what voice said
that spurred her to run the rest of the way. When the newcomers
came into view, she skidded to a halt.::
Hext/Macedon: Responses
Ukinix: The weather lately has been fickle, huh.
Hext/Macedon: Responses
Ukinix: There’s lot to explain. We’ll need to do a full debrief,
everyone should know everything we know. ::Looking around:: How
many people have you got here? Because we need to get everyone
back to New Risa – as soon as we can, like I mean yesterday.
Bicondova::;looking up to the sky::-The Ensign's correct, the Team
should have beamed back to the ship by now. We all need to be in
New Risa, or risk being stranded here forever.
Ukinix: ::Looking at Wren, nodding:: We’ll get back. Our
tricorders should help, we know the general direction. If
::swallowing:: G’var’s OK, she’ll be able to guide us back
quicker.
Hext/Macedon: Responses
::So the Veritas was still up there? It hadn’t been destroyed?
They were in a time bubble? Well that explained a heck of a lot!
As they others turned to make their way into camp, Alora followed,
then caught sight of a somewhat familiar item. ::
Bicondova:::grasping the Lieutenant's bat'leth tight::-The
Lieutenant's more than earned a few hours of shut eye sir.
::beat:: I know she'll be more than ready when she wakes up.
DeVeau: Wait!
::Alora caught up with them.::
DeVeau: Lieutenant? Who are you talking about?
::Her gaze shifted to the bat’leth - a Klingon weapon, and she
knew of only one who had been on the ship at that particular
time. Never mind that they were obvious survivors, her attention
had been diverted.::
Ukinix/Bicondova/Hext/Macedon: Responses
DeVeau: Oh no...G’var...You’re from the Veritas...and there are
others? Is Raissa okay? Did she make it? Is she there? What
about Roshanara and Jansen?
::Alora spattled off a few more times, trying to get an entire
list, ten stopped as she realised she was probably overwhelming
them. No one got a chance to reponse, though, for Captain Nickson
made her appearance.::
Nickson/Petras: Responses
Bicondova:::At ridged Attention::-Aye! Ma'am! The Lieutenant never
lost Hope in finding you all. She kept use going for nearly two
weeks to find you ::Beat:: and by Kahless'Beard she'll bring us
all home again.
Ukinix: ::Small smile:: Hello, Ensign Wil Ukinix, engineering.
Bicondova and I have a lot to share.
::He paused and seemed to consider something.::
Ukinix: In fact - is there somewhere sandy near here?
Bicondova:::smiling thinly::- oO Here we go again with the sand
::beat:: what is it Engineers and Diagrams.Oo
::Nic appeared then and began in true doctor fashion.::
del Vedova: Some reason you want sand? Now, hold still for a
moment, I need to check you out. Deep breaths, please.
Bicondova:::turning her head left then right::-Doc said I was good
to go sir, he's been doing an Outstanding job keeping us together
Sir.
Ukinix/Hext/Macedon: Responses
Nickson/DeVeau/Petras: Responses
del Vedova: As far as I can tell, you're not about to drop dead.
Now, what did you want to show us?
::Alora didn’t stay to find out, but instead, slipped inside the
tent where they usually attended the injured. Outside, she could
still hear them talking, but slipped across the short distance
where Dr. Maxwell attended G’var.::
DeVeau: Ensign Maxwell.
::Alora had startled him, unintentionally, but her time in the
forest had helped her learn how to move silently.::
Maxwell: Good… um… day Commander. I’m not sure what time it is…
::Time? ALora wasn’t sure why he mentioned that. Perhaps the
shock of everything. Did he want to know the time? Alora had who
own question.::
DeVeau: How is she?
Maxwell: ::glancing over his shoulder:: She’s stable, but there’s
not much I can do for her right now.
DeVeau: Just keep her comfortable for now.
Maxwell: ::yawning:: I just hope we can get out of here...
::Alora heard Nic before he entered and she turned just as the
flaps parted.::
del Vedova: Response
Maxwell: Sorry Commander. I’m pretty tired… and hungry… and
thirsty.
del vedova: Response
DeVeau: Don’t be sorry. And please, call me Alora. You should get
something to and rest.
Maxwell: A break would be nice….
del vedova
:: Taking the canteen, Cole smiled and nodded. Poor fellow.::
Maxwell: Thank you. I just need a few minutes to clear my head.
::looking back to G’var:: I’ll just be outside if you need
anything. She’s asleep, and I’ve given her an anti-infection
injection.
del vedova: Response?
DeVeau: I’ll stay with her if you want.
::Alora watched Maxwell leave, then turned to Nic.::
DeVeau: Mantilon?
Del Vedova: Response
G'var:::groggily::-Alora! ::beat:: Commander! ::beat:: By the
light! ::beat:: We did it!
::The sound of her name alarmed Alora and she swerved around to
see G’var’s eyes open wide.
G'var:::Wide eyed::-Where am I? ::beat:: Where is my Team?
::beat:: Where is Wil?
::Immediately, Maxwell came back inside.::
G’var: Response
Maxwell: ::grinning:: It’s OK G’var. Wil and Bicondova are safe.
You need to rest.
G’var/del Vedova: Responses
::Maxwell looked uncertain, but Alora got down on a knee right
beside G’var.::
DeVeau: You are a mighty warrior, G’var.
G’var: Response?
DeVeau: You battled the forest and ran into a great beast, but
that did not stop you. You lost an arm to it, but I know that
won’t slow you down, will it?
G’var/Maxwell/del Vedova: Responses
DeVeau: If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been found. Your
battle isn’t over yet, G’var. We need you, so you must rest and
recover from this.
G’var/Maxwell/del Vedova: Responses
Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau
Science Officer
USS Veritas
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