Future Horizons

[Abubakar]

ON. Shuttlebay. 1740. Day 20.

Abubakar tried to put all thoughts of the Kosst behind him as the doors, large as they were for cargo, opened to permit him to the shuttlebay. He looked over to two shuttles lined up next each other, both lined up perfectly with the center of the doors for rapid deployment. A type 11 and 9 as he ordered. Well, ordered wasn't tecnicaly accurate it was more... yeah, ordered- he told himself, smiling as the crew, well the junior ones anyway, stood from slumping on a nacelle as he approached.
"Board" he ordered them, he didn't find it necessary to nicey it up or anything.

At that moment some strange person came over and threw a load of crap at him; something about little-lyn-a-thady-wotzit, and being a pilot. Abubakar blinked, he had no time for this. "Then I suggest you get that experienced ass of yours back in the helm chair, no doubt it'll be needed..." his voice trailed off, annoyed, as he stepped into the large Type 11. He proceeded straight to the flight compartment, large as they were, there was a seperate seating and flying area. He was well used to flying these, near to the end of the war he flew a lot of marine deployment missions. At least these people didn't stink as much as marines. Well, except for mangy pie-dog, klingons always smelled though. Disgusting, hideous creatures that they were.

As he tapped in the pre-start sequence with his command codes, he looked out the window to his back left and saw lyn-a-thady-cake's fighter sitting there. "I just gotta take me out in that" he said to himself as an annoyingly sqeaky and gleeful voice eminated from behind him.
He winced at hearing "HI MR. ABU!"

<tag petra, lyly a... um...whoever you are>

[Former Member]

<Type 11 Shuttle, Cargo Area, Day 20, 1745>

Unable to wait any longer for the rest of the team, P'ayanna followed Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm onto the shuttle and took a seat by the door. In her mind, she should take the point and allow the others to follow. There were a few reasons for this. The first was that her hardy structure made her a bit more survivable, should a firefight ensue. Second was that she had more combat experience than almost anybody her age. While very little had been in a Starfleet uniform, she had been involved in numerous skirmishes on mu'pIpeQ and, therefore, was comfortable taking the point. Lastly, Cadets and ensigns were expendable, Commanders and doctors were not.

Unlike her other two junior officers, Weaver and Rogers, P'ayanna was still and calm, her eyes full of intensity. By way of comparison, the two of them tinkered with weapons and straps and other things, checking and triple-checking their equipment and babbling about what to do if this or that happened. It was all wasted breath. The tera'ngan, Sun Tzu, had it right in that no battle plan survived initial contact with the enemy.

P'ayanna had one single regret: by joining Starfleet, she was often sent to battle for less than honorable reasons. For instance, rescuing some gagny petaQ, who had shamed himself by being captured by the enemy, was not the path to the yo' qIj (Black Fleet). Not that any path to such glory mattered; she was a mere wIjwI' and not SuvwI'. Houseless, she was all but insignificant among the warriors of the Empire, even though she was certain that she could lay a good many of them, flat and bleeding, on the deck.

OFF: Color shift to (hopefully) make this more accessible to PO Brewer
_________________
Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B

[Rayne]

OFF: When I first tried posting this I accidently closed the wrong window and lost the post so this might not be as good as what I had first came up with but then again it might be better.

ON:

<Uss Malinche-B>>
<T'serra's quarters, 1745, Day 20>

T'serra sat quietly on her sofa in the small living room in her quarters. There were still tears on her face from having learned that her uncle Sorvak on vulcan had died. She had much respect for him and was greatly saddened when he died. T'serra continued to sit there for awhile wiping what was left of the tears away. She had been happy up until now and it felt as though she wouldn't be as happy as she was before, perhaps that was what she felt when her mother died yet she had overcame that difficult burden. T'serra was a Counselor she knew that there we people who needed her help but sometimes she wondered if it was herself that needed the help.
T'serra knew that she had missed the staff meeting and she was somewhat thankful that she didn't need to witness the chaos in there. Still she needed to know exactly what had happened in there but she also needed someone to talk with as well. T'serra desided that she would go pay a visit to Cheetara whom she could say was a good friend. Slowly she stood up from her place on the sofa and made her way to the door pausing for what seemed like hours as what felt like a thought at first flooded into her mind. She found herself in the conference room where the meeting had took place meer hours ago. T'serra looked around and realised that she was in the meeting. She witnessed everything that had took place, watched Grayson and Abubakar battle over who's idea was better. She found herself chuckling at something Cheetara said but soon after that the meeting room disappeared and she found herself on the ground in her quarters. T'serra checked what time it was seeing that only a few minutes had passed then she headed out the door and to a turbolift pausing only to ask the computer where Cheetara was located at the moment before she stepped inside the waiting turbolift for deck 7. After a short ride on the turbolift T'serra made her way to Cheetara's office pausing at the door long enough to announce that she was outside before being let inside. She had alot to talk about.

OFF:
Tags: Thundera

[Brewer]

ON:
[USS Malinche : Deck 7 : Shuttlebay]
[Day 20 : 1710 Hours]

Daniel stood in the shuttlebay, watching P'ayanna, looking at her mannerisms and the way she behaved. She didn't look as thought she was really one for going camping and eating marshmellows. It seemed like the Cadet was quite busy with her work, wether it would be sorting out her weapon or shouting at a member of the crew, Brewer was unsure.

With doubt growing within him on wether he was supposed to report to the Klingon, and wether she he should, he began thinking of an alternative when it slapped him in the face like a trout. 'Lieutenant Thundera!'. Smiling to Lieutenant Grayson, he walked out of the main doors in search of his department head.


[USS Malinche : Deck 6]
[Day 20 : 1715 Hours]

It'd been Dan's idea to look for her the old fashioned way, through sight. He figured that it'd help him become acustom with the ship. He was wrong. He was now lost, again.

"Computer, what deck am I on?" He asked with desperation.

"You Are On Deck 6." It replied with its usual annoyingly chirpy tone.

"Can you direct me to the nearest turbolift?" The Petty Officer said. His request was met by a corridor panel beside him lighting up with a schematic for the deck, with a small pulsating circle on it highlighting the turbolift.


[USS Malinche : Deck 6 : Turbolift]
[Day 20 : 1730 Hours]

With it taking 15 minutes, Daniel finally made it to the turbolift.
'Wow.. I'm really going to need to get some help with this..' He thought to himself.
Unsure of where Lieutenant Thundera would be, he thought the best place to look first would be the bridge.
"Deck 1." He told the eleveator, as it shot up the decks, with Brewer barely being able to feel the speed at which it was travelling.


[USS Malinche : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1731 Hours]

The doors opened to reveal a hive of flashing consoles and busy people going about their duties. The Weapons Specialist stepped out and took in his soundings, the MSD, the Helm and Ops consoles at the front, the various ones around the edge and finally the centre chair.

It didn't look too prestigious, but then again, it wasn't like the Malinche was a diplomatic ship. She was officially classed as a Heavy Cruiser, but Dan always thought of the Prometheus class as small warships.

He was still a little confused by his role on the ship. By the fact he was a Weapons Specialist, he expected to he set to work keeping the Phasers in check and such, but was that not the role of an engineer as well? And how often did phaser arrays fail anyway???

The thought 'Once in a blue moon is appropriate' beamed across his mind as he continued to look across the bridge, attempting to seek out the Lieutenant who was his department head. This search was not aided by the fact that he did not know what console was for what department.

"Excuse Me?" Came a voice which jolted Dan out of his silent search. "Can I help you Petty Officer?"

"...erm.. yes, I'm looking for Lieutenant Thundera??" He replied, the lost look on his face being quite obvious.

OFF:

<Tag: Anyone on the bridge, if you want it. If not, I'll just NPC the person who said Excuse me>

[Former Member]

ON: USS Malinche; Corridor
<<Mission Day 20; 1746 hours>>

Petra had just finished recording her very first personal log since her arrival onto the Malinche the day before. It surprised her how much that had actually happened since then, and so many more things were still waiting to happen. This shuttle-ride to Celtron V, the actual away mission, tomorrow's Peace Talks... The thought of those Peace Talks put a smile on her face, stretching from ear to ear. If 'Treeline' opted to allow the Federation to use the wormhole, then the Malinche could very well be the first ship to explore the vast area of space just on the other side of Klingon and Romulan space, deep within the Beta Quadrant! Just think of all the things she could discover! Nebulas! Spacial Anomolies! New Lifeforms! New forms of technology! The possibilities were endless! If only 'Treeline' will agree to it! And why shouldn't he? The Malinche's Crew were risking their own necks to rescue him!

She hadn't realized that she had her eyes closed as she was daydreaming, but realized as soon as she ran smack into the back of a fellow officer. Popping her eyes open, she immediately saw the red uniform and images of both Kai and Abu flooded her mind. Shaking them away, she looked higher at the man's face. The Executive Officer's face. "Oh my God! I'm like, so totally sorry about that sir! I wasn't looking where I was going and honestly didn't mean to walk right into you. Are you on your way to the shuttle as well?"

Helping the officer up, he smiled back.

"Yes Ensign Mavose. Has the shuttle been prepped?"

One of Petra's eyebrow peaked as she looked at the Executive Officer wonderingly. "Actually, sir, I was just heading there now. I've been here there and everywhere on the ship since the meeting ended about an hour ago. I've been with Mr. Abu going over the flight plans and then briefing Ensign Kai in sickbay about the meeting." She ended there, surprisingly. This man
appeared to want only straight facts and no extra details. It was eating her from the inside to talk more, but he spoke up before she could even remotely do so.

"Very Good."

The two walked down through the corridor into the shuttlebay where engineers were putting the final touches on the shuttle's aft section. Before the others joined them Mason took the navigator's station running final checks on the transporter systems.

"So tell me Ensign how long have you been a pilot?" asked Mason turning to the screen that bleeped.

Petra blinked and looked around. Abu was nowhere in sight, then again, he wasn't even an Ensign. It took her a moment to realize that he had been referring to her. "Well... uhmm..." She couldn't organize her thoughts. Was there red showing on her colar? She looked at it. Nope, still teal. "Well sir... I'm..." Wait... He was testing her. He had to be. Or perhaps
just playing a mean trick. No problem, she'll play his game. "I've been flying shuttles and fighters since before the Academy. My dad taught me everything I know. Heck, I can turn a shuttle on a dime if I had to." A smile creeped along her face as she looked at him. The thought of herself flying a shuttle was obsurd. What was the fool man thinking?! She could
break a nail or something...

At risk for carrying the conversation further, he was curious about how she felt about this rescue mission.

"Ensign, (smiling) so what do you give our chances of coming back from this mission."

Mason was trying to scare her just break the ice as it were.

Petra giggled girlishly. "Well, sir, with such an awesome crew and someone like P'ayanna leading the away team, I'm sure that you guys will get back to the Malinche in one piece. As for myself, I'm only going to go to get some more detailed scans of the complex and the Abu's going to be flying me right back to the Malinche." She chuckled some more. "Perhaps it's yourself who should be worried about coming back from the mission, yes?"

She tried to keep a straight face as she stood there beside the Executive Officer. "Oh, I was wondering... since we never actually met before, what was your name again? I'm Petra Mavose, Chief Science Officer." She said, her hand outstretched.

Mason passed off the remark of him being the one to worry and smiled ever so politely then extended on hand to the science officer.

?Mason Hunt, what was your previous assignment??

Knowing that many officers on the ship have had previous experiences aboard other ships, Petra kinda shyed away. After all, the Malinche was her first posting since graduating from the Academy. "Actually, sir, this is my very first assignment, although, my brother Rivlis is the Commanding Officer of a local Starbase... Obsidian Command."

?Ah yes I heard about that station, I know her Captain from my academy days in fact he beat me to the punch on getting that command. But I wouldn?t trade this posting for anything.?

"You know Riv?! He never told me about you, then again, he probably knew hundreds and hundreds of people in the Academy. It would be very hard for him to tell me about everyone he had met." She was about to go into one of her stories, but was quickly interrupted by the Executive Officer.

?We should get started on the shuttle run system review the other are do to arrive soon.?

Petra nodded to Hunt, her mouth still half open as she pranced into the shuttle. As soon as she entered, she noticed Abu was already at the Helm. "HI MR. ABU!"


OFF:

JP by

Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche

and
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Ensign Petra Mavose
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche

[Thundera]

Navdante wrote:
After a short ride on the turbolift T'serra made her way to Cheetara's office pausing at the door long enough to announce that she was outside before being let inside. She had alot to talk about.


ON: <<USS Malinche>>
<Tactical Office, Day 20, 1745>

Cheetara had just finished going over some weapons schematics and viewing the new personnel report she had recieved for Cadet Brewer when she felt the presence of T'serra coming down the hall.

"Come on in", Cheetara announced before T'serra even chimed for the door.

Cheetara watched as T'serra slowly walked in barely saying a word with the sadest look on her face that Cheetara had ever seen T'serra have. She knew something had to be wrong, otherwise T'serra wouldn't be here looking the way she did. It looked as if she'd been crying for hours, but knew that wasn't possible seeing how they just finished up the staff meeting less than an hour ago. She could sense the deep sorrow T'serra was feeling, but didn't want to invade her mind to find out. She recalls the link that the two of them shared on their last mission It kind of reminded her of being in the Borg Collective again, but with only one other voice.

'What's with all these borg references ' she thought for a minute and then snapped out of it. "What's wrong T'serra?" she said in her normal monotone calm voice.

(tag)

Cheetara sat there listening quietly, knowing that even a counselor needed counseling every now and then. But who does a counselor go to when they need help? She never quite figured that out until today. They go to someone unbiassed that they feel they can trust or think of as a friend. And that's what Cheetara was. She was T'serra's friend. There wasn't many Cheetara could say she was friends with. In fact, T'serra was really the only one. She has never done anything with anyone else on the ship other than give out orders or take orders from a superior. With T'serra it was different. They've never brought up rank as an issue. There's never been a time when they've had to argue about anything like in the staff meeting earlier between Abu and Mark. Not even when each other's views were conflicting. They were always able to come to a rational decision or agreement together.

"When did you find this out?", Cheetara asked after hearing the bad news about her Uncle.

(tag)

Cheetara sat there listening to the details of the upsetting message T'serra had recieved. "I don't know what to say. I've never really known my family. I'm sure it is a great loss for you. I wish that it didn't cause you so much grief."

(tag)

"Are you gonna ask for some time off or try to stick out the mission?" Cheetara asked knowing what the answer would most likely be with T'serra's dedication.

Cheetara sat there continuing to listen as T'serra spat off one problem after another trying to figure out exactly what to say to help her to come to terms with her problems. Cheetara never understood how a counselor could do this kind of work day after day. Just sit there listening, listening, listening, and then try to come up with a solution to help someone figure themself out. Now when it came to tactical and security problems, then she could just spit out answers all over the place. However, she sat there listening to the only person she felt as a friend in order to try and help her.

OFF: Tag T'serra.....need more info to write more.

[Former Member]

ON: Turbolift. 1752. Day 20.

Ensign Kai smoothed down her uniform as the turbolift shot upwards towards the bridge. As the doors opened, she had to take a second for her eyes to readjust from the bright turbolift to the dim light on the bridge since they were at red alert.

She enjoyed the bridge light much more like this, it was much easier to read the consoles, which is probably why the lights went dim at red alret.

She immediately walked over to her staion to find Ryan sitting there, he quickly briefed her and then stood up. "Right, you keep on the live wire and I'll go contact with the away team" she said to him. His eyes widened, no doubt upset that his independance was now gone and he now had his boss back.

"O..k...." he said as he sat next to her.

Sharon couldn't help it, she had to look. She turned her head and stared at the burnt out console that had exploded during the battle. She closed her eyes and heard the explosion rip through her again, she heard the scream of pain echo around the bridge, and the eyes... she looked right into his eyes again..."

"..in...Ensign!" She snapped out of it as Ryan shook her arm. "Nearly time, nerous."

"Shut up Ryan" she said, matter-of-factly. She put in her earpiece and said into the console. "Shuttle One, status?"

Lieutenant Jaran looked over at Hunt, "Commander," He said, acknowledging his superiors entrance. He ingnored Petra for the moment, he was thankfuly saved a hug and how are you by the comm unit.

"This is shuttle one. We are prepped and standing by. Request launch clearance" Abubakar said to the voice he recognized as Ensign Crazy's

Sharon, back on the bridge, turned round from her station. "Captain Kersare, shuttle one reports ready to go."

<tag to Peatry, Hunt, Kersare>

Love Fern x
_________________

Ensign Sharon Kai
Chief Communications Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B

[Grayson]

<USS Malinche>
<Type 11 Shuttle, Cargo Area, Day 20, 1742>

Mark hopped in the shuttle and watched P'ayanna and Darkhelm enter after him. They were both calm and in control. "Darkhelm has combat experience and P'ayanna, well, she's who she is...", thought him. Weaver and Rogers (NPCs) didn't look so calm, but they were professionals, Mark assumed they would react as they should.

Mark ignored Abubakar presence aboard. He knew the pilot would at the helm, but he was pretty sure the guy knew what to do or he wouldn't be a Lieutenant. Mark had read the man's file twice and aside the huge ego, Abubakar was a good officer. But, didnt' mean Mark had to like him.

He sat down at one of the chairs and checked his equipment again. A few minutes later, Petra Mavose and Mason Hunt came aboard. The chirpy ensign went straight to Abubakar and pratically yelled, "Hi, Mr ABu!!". Mark noticed Abubakar winced and look exasperated.

Grayson contained hs laughter. That little trip to the Celtronian surface would be interesting on way or another. He took a deep breath and then started rechecking in his mind, all mission parameters. Mission planning were always good, but there was always the unknown variables. To adapt to the new situation that was the key. Mark was ready for it. He was trained to deal with unpredicatble situations back at Intell and when he was undercover.

The clock was ticking now. Mark focused his mind to the task at hand.

OFF: just putting Grayson aboard the Shuttle. Tag crew

[Brewer]

[USS Malinche : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1732 Hours]

"Excuse Me?" Came a voice which jolted Dan out of his silent search. "Can I help you Petty Officer?"

"...erm.. yes, I'm looking for Lieutenant Thundera??" He replied, the lost look on his face being quite obvious.

"She's on deck 7, the security offices." The woman with a red departmental collar answered, smiling.

"Thank you ma'am." Brewer said as he turned around and stepped back into the turbolift.

'I just come from that deck!' He thought to himself blindly.


[USS Malinche : Deck 7 : Corridor]
[Day 20 : 1733 Hours]

Daniel stepped out of the turbolift and into the corridor. It was quite empty apart from the occasional crewmember walking past. A frown grew on his face, a clear indication of his misfortune. He felt like he knew where he was going, but then again, as he'd been on the ship less then an hour, he didn't really have a feel for it.

He walked into an intersection in the corridor after about 10 minutes. These corridors were more or less abandoned, with the Petty Officer having only seen 1 other person in the last 4 minutes.

"I must be at a part of the ship where nobody would be.. what's on deck 7?!" He unknowlingly said aloud.

"VIP quarters, medical la-" The ships computer replied,.

"What the hell?!" Brewer said as he spun around looking to see who spoke, realising it was he that spoke, and the computer was answering his query, not stopping at Daniel's comment.

"Sickbay, security offices, brig, gym-" It continued, reeling off all the facilities on deck7.

"WAIT!" The Weapons Officer bellowed to the ship. "The Security Offices, can you direct me to them?" He asked of it once more, and as before, a panel beside him lit up, again showing a schematic of the current floor he was on. A small section lit up, pulsating orange, as it did minutes earlier, but with it now showing a room and not a small lift.

"Is there any other help you can give me? I'm not too good at following schematics." Dan asked in desperation.

"Affirmative" The computerised female voice replied, and several other panels down the passage lit up in a pointing fashion, indicating the route.


[USS Malinche : Deck 7 : Corridor]
[Day 20 : 1747 Hours]

Having made several sets of wrong turns, Brewer was back at the turbolift he started from. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow as frustration began to set in, his running through the corridors not helping much.

"Computer, you told me to take 2 lefts and then a right, correct?"

"Affirmative"

"Well I followed your bloody directions and I'm back where I started!" Dan said, anger evident in his voice and his volume raising.

"Correct" It repiled, it's tone never changing, as was expected.

"What?!"

Turning to face another wall panel, Dan brought up yet another schematic of the deck. He memorised the turns in his mind over and over. Drawing a deep breath, he walked off once more, praying, more then anything, that he'd be able to finally reach his destination, anger still bubbling wthin.

After about 2 minutes walking, he reached a t-junction. Doubt spun in his mind on which direction he was meant to go. He was pretty sure it was left, but then again, it could be right. Looking in both directions, he saw a woman with yet another red departmental collar walk out of a room on the right. Making up his mind to investigate, he thought 'What's the worst that could happen? And how many Command, Helm, Stra.. ok, point taken, probably a lot. Why am having a mental conversation with myself?!' he argued mentally, deciding that a little exploration could help.

[Darkhelm]

<<USS Malinche>>
<Shuttlebay, 1755, Day 20>

The shuttle lifted off with a slight jolt and then headed through the doors toward the blue green planet below them. Amanda settled back into her seat, noting that thier pilot did an admirable job as the shuttle bucked entering the atmosphere. Grayson was sitting acrossed from her, looking at her with his intense eyes. Amanda knew that there was something about him that she didn't like...maybe it was all this paranoia.

And there there was P'ayanna; now she was typical Klingon. Personally, Amanda had reservations about a Cadet being in charge of the mission...but who was she to question Kersare's orders. The shuttle made a banking turn, staying away from the esablished sensor fields of the enemy.

[Abubakar]

ON: Shuttle One. 1756.Day 20.

"This is the bridge, you are cleared to launch. Come home in one piece" Ensign Kai said from the comms station on the bridge.

Lieutenant Jaran tapped in the engine startup sequence; with a soft hum and a warping noise the impulse engines fired into life. Abubakar shouted to the back, "alright everyone. Hold on. This is going to be pretty bumpy."

He cast a look over at Hunt, no particular reason, he just 'did'.

He synchronised the shuttle with a geo-stationary position to the Malinche inside the shuttlebay, as when the shuttle lifted up it would be still but the ship still moving. Abubakar gently increased the freqency on the impulse manifolds and the shuttle rose up off of the floor, transferring power to aft engines the shuttle roared out of the Malinche's shuttle bay.

He banked upwards in a vertical u-turn and along the Malinche's beam, so that they were 'roof to roof', then kicked into full impulse, flyng over the Malinche's nose and spiralling into the relative 'right way up'

Within a few seconds, they were hitting the atmosphere. The shuttle jumped a little, but Abubakar compensated by banking up and slowing down to 6/8's power. "Computer, initiate program Jaran Alpha" he said as the blurred ground came shooting towards them.

There was suddenly a rapid shrill bleeping in the flight compartment and Abubakar glanced down at the new display. He banked sharply to the right just as the bleeping almost became one long bleep. As he turned the shuttle for the right bank, he had started to roll it, as they finished the turn he continued to roll to the right, they were now flying upside - down. Abubakar dove the shuttle, in fact he banked 'up', so that they were now facing the ground, the bleeping started again, with longer intervals between. He stepped up to full impulse again, rapidly decsending in a nose-dive towards the surface. He turned for a second to look at Petra, who looked half like she was a little school on a 'really cool' (was that the human phrase?) roller coaster, and hlaf like she was about to throw up. "Petra, start your scans,. Give me a path, NOW!" he barked at her.

Petra yelped as her hands literally danced along the console. The noise wasn't helping very much, but she had no time to complain... well... complain if Petra would ever do something of the sort. "Scans commencing... we should have a clear path directly ahead."

Abubakar grrr'd. "Look out there you daft girl!" he nodded to the windows showing trees and a river rushing towards them. "Directly ahead is the bloody ground!"

Petra blinked. "But... but... but... Then go up!"

As they were nearing the surface, now at 43,000 ft, he turned off the impulse engines. They were now free falling, and without the impulse engines automaticaly stabilizing themselves, it began to get most bumpy indeed. He manualy operated the thrusters to stop them rolling over or tipping, and occasionaly gave a very short burst to slow them down some...

As he fought with the controls, he said through gritted teeth: "When we hit 300ft I'll bank up sharp." he stopped talking to complete a pivot the fall had started, "we'll be travelling damn fast. When I go up, we'll be facing the complex. Then where?"

Petra didn't understand what the heck he was talking about. "You're the pilot!" Her scans were just about complete. "Where else do you want to go besides up!?" Some consoles errupted into sparks on the other side of the shuttle.

"Ta'ala Shim Teezy" he muttered to himself, saying it really to the Klingons on the surface. It was Egyptian, and literally meant "A stick in your ass", which was more or less the equivalent of 'f-*cough*'

"Malinche, we are at 40,000 ft and descending. Have moved to phase two" Abubakar said roughly over the active comm line to the ship, he was struggling to keep control. Type 11 shuttles were not the lightest of things to drop and control.

He just lost his temper at Petra. He was wrestling with the shuttle to keep it from destroying itself, systems were overloading, he was having to say on an open line to the ship, and having to contend with the stupidity of this girl. "CAN I JUST KEEP FLYING STRAIGHT A-BLOODY-HEAD WITHOUT GETTING TOO CLOSE TO GUARDS ONCE WE BLOODY WELL BANK UP!!" he yelled out to her.

<<Bridge>>

Ensign Kai wheeled around to face Kersare again, "Captain, Lieutenant Jaran reports Phase Two Initiated. They're free-falling." She would have turned back around straight away, but her view was fixed on the main screen as they had zoomed right in and could see the tiny shuttle diving towards the ground. She gulped. 'Be alright Petra' she told herself.

<<Shuttle>>

Petra felt as if her head was about to implode. "Uhmm... Uhmmm..." She stammered as she tried to make heads and tails of the readings. "Uhhmm... Yes... I think so..."

If he didn't need both hands for the shuttle, he swore he could have throttled Petra. "hang on!" he yelled as the proximity alarm screamed at him. He punched the console and it shut up. Everyone was pushed downwards and backwards as Abubakar shut off the thrusters, re-engaged the impulse engines and made a 90* turn from straight down to straight ahead. As the executed the manouver, the engines screamed. He knew it would happen, going 0% workload to roughly 500% workload then back to 0% again as he re-shut them off for the quietness. He himself had to fight down vomit from the nauseating move, and was a very experiencned pilot. He didn't dare look at Petra's direction.

"Phase Three" he shouted down the comm line, now they were under the canopy, he just had to find somewhere to land and not be seen. "Petra, gimme a landing spot." he ordered her. He desperately needed one soon, they were shooting through the twisting valley under the cover of trees, some of which were being ripped apart as the shuttle crashed through them. The noise inside the shuttle was horrendous though, as was the constant bumping from the trees.

"Petra..." he prompted, though his voice was shaking from the shuttles vibrations.

<tag shuttle>

Additions from:

Ensign Kai
Chief Comms

Ensign Mavose.
Chief Science Officer.

(You know it took me three times to spell science just then! Fern x)

[Grayson]

<<Shuttle, 1805, day 20>>

Mark took a deep breath when the shuttle stopped moving. He had struggled to avoid throwing up and being thrown out of his chair. "Damn Abubakar!", cursed Mark, breathing slowly. He looked around the shuttle and saw that the others had suffered similiar sensations.

After several moments getting his air together, he looked to the pilot and said, dryly, "Nice work, Lieutenant, it appears we're still alive".

Without waiting a response he looked at Mavose. "Ensign, you're a piece of work. Remind me not ever to enter in a shuttle with you as navigator".

Mark got up and check his equipment, then he looked at P'ayanna. "Alright Cadet, you're in command. What's next?", asked he.

OFF: tag shuttle people

[Darkhelm]

<<Shuttle>>
<Cabin, 1756, Day 20>

If there was one thing that Amanda did not miss about the Marines it was the god awful entrances that they generally had to make...this being one of them. The shuttle around them whinned in protest with the extreme manuevers that it was subjected to. Personally, Amanda would have preferred a beam into a explosive situation then their current ride.

Thankfully the shuttle soon came to a stop. Amanda was grateful for that small favor. Grayson spoke up next, looking to thier cadet in charge for what to do next. Personally, Amanda didn't think there landing was all that great...mainly because any observant Klingon flying overhead would see the shuttle sized hole in the canopy.

"Ride could have been smoother," Amanda grumbled, cracking her neck. "Next time remind me to heavily medicate myself."

[Hunt]

<<Shuttle, 1809, Day 20>

Now that the ride was over, Mason slowly took his hands off his seat before any had noticed how scared he was on the way down. He suffered a minor headache and a bruised elbow as a result. Luckily Darkhelm was nearby.

?Hey, doc you think you could have a look at this?? asked Mason struggling with the other officers assign to the mission helping him up after he tried to make over to Darkhelm himself.

<Tag Darkhelm>

Part one of this adventure was now over it was the dreary thought of being surrounded by mush and smelly water that snapped the XO?s mind from the pain. Some of the shuttle systems were damaged nothing the malinche?s engineers could fix.

?Thank you doctor, Is everyone else alright?? asked Mason.

<Tag Shuttle Crew>

?Alright, P?ayanna its your show.?

OFF: Tag P?ayanna and Shuttle Crew!

[Former Member]

Trying to fit this post around the others that were submitted. Other quotes from players are in the post (Hunt, Darkhelm).

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Mark got up and checked his equipment, then he looked at P'ayanna. "All right Cadet, you're in command. What's next?" he asked.


Leaping to her feet, P'ayanna slapped two panels and dropped the access ramp. Within moments, she was at the foot of the ramp and visually scanning the area. While she was very displeased that Weaver and Rogers were still fumbling with their seat restraints. "petaQpu'," she grumbled, although she knew that both had potential.

Unlike the two young officers, Grayson was kneeling behind her, aiming his weapon where P'ayanna wasn't looking. He knew how to cover her blind side and would do so as he waited for her answer.

"Our position will not remain uncompromised," she said. Pointing to a gap in the tree line, she said, "objective one is there. Perhaps five hundred meters."

Woozy from the ballistic-style flight, ENS Samantha Weaver (NPC) managed to hold onto her lunch and issue from the shuttle. She knew that she was a little prone to motion sickness, but hadn't experienced anything like this before.

She heard Miss Darkhelm mutter, "Ride could have been smoother. Next time remind me to heavily medicate myself." With a soft chortle, she looked over her shoulder and winked at the woman, though she didn't know if the ship's Doc had noticed the gesture.

P'ayanna, satisfied that battle was not due to come in the next few moments, motioned to the two Ensigns, Samantha Weaver and Hagen Rogers, to move to the edge of the tree line. She then stepped off of the ramp, along with Lieutenant Grayson, and muttered, "they know we are here." She knew he needed no further words to illustrate the point; the broken tops of trees and other signs of their entry were visible, even to an untrained observer.

Grayson shot a venomous glare back into the shuttle, yet held his tongue. He was trying to tone down his violent reaction to the new Chief Flight Control Officer, yet he would not have kept silent in private. Unlike some, P'ayanna didn't mind straight talk, which was a relief. Pretending to be polite to people he hated could really get on his nerves, sometimes.

Commander Hunt and Lieutenant Commander Darkhelm, who had been quietly speaking to each other aboard the shuttle, were the last to disembark. In and of itself, that was hardly worthy of much notice. However, P'ayanna did see that the doctor moved with a grace that she hadn't expected. Something in the balance and footing told her that this woman was an athlete, at the least, and, quite possibly SuvwI'. This mission would tell P'ayanna which of the two was the case.

Commander Hunt interrupted her thoughts by saying, "all right, P?ayanna; it's your show."

All thoughts of the personalities in the team were gone. The team that QIr'Sar HoD had given was the team that she had to work with and, therefore, they would find victory together. It was now time for action.

"Objective one bears one-one-three, true; estimated range: five hundred meters. Tricorder scans show no hostiles and no localized dampening fields. My plan is to take point, followed by yourself and the doctor. Rogers and Weaver will flank and Grayson will take the rear guard. Subject to your approval, of course, sir."

<tag Hunt; anybody who wants to move forward through the forest; we have about 1/2 km to go; it's an isolated sewer access that will let us go a LONG way through grody stuff to the fortress Twisted Evil >

OFF:

Notes: 1) Grayson - hope I kept true to your character during the short discourse.
2) Darkhelm/Mason, I figured your short discussion would fit right between Grayson/Payanna and right before you disembark.
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Cadet P'ayanna
Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche
NCC-38897-B