Back to the Planet (Part 2)

Posted on Sun Mar 29th, 2020 @ 10:06am by Lieutenant JG Tiskatee Troilon & Lieutenant JG Tessa Nicoles & Lieutenant Commander Amber Quinn & Lieutenant Azusa Nakano & Lieutenant Trei Jansum & Lieutenant Remy Boudreau & Lieutenant JG Paris Deville & Lieutenant JG Pippa Patterson

1,691 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Caverns of the mind

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

As Paris spoke, Gizmo sniffed some more around before darting to the front. Almost instinctively, he leaped onto Amber's lap and curled up, letting out a soft and calm squeak before closing his eyes.

[NEW]

In the middle of speaking, Paris turned to Gizmo and stopped talking. He let out a sigh and shook his head before turning back to face the console. "So much for that bit. This is why I leave you at home. You don't cooperate." He let out a chuckle as he tapped on the console. "Not that that nonsense is out of the way. Any music preferences? I hate quite shuttle rides."

Amber gently scratched Gizmo under his jaw. "Oh, I think he's being quite cooperative and adorable." She smiled at Paris again.

Azusa stood quietly just behind Paris. "I can agree to those..." she said simply. She placed a hand on his shoulder gently. "But... as the chief engineer. Break my shuttle Lieutenant and I'm not going to be happy...". This was a different side of Azusa, the more enforcing and stricter side she usually kept underwraps.

"If you keep your mouth shut you'll have nothing to fear, will you?" Paris replied, looking over his shoulder to Azusa, his eye going down to her hand. "Now, take your hand off me as sit down."

Azusa just stared at him, before finally smiling and then removing her hand. "Whatever old man" she thought to herself.

Paris looked to Amber before gesturing to Azusa. "Who invited the child? Does she have a guardian or is she abandoned?"

Azusa sighed. "Child? Next you'll say I look like someone from an old Anime or something... I'm not a child, I just look young!" she replied simply in a rather sarcastic tone. "Just get us down without breaking anything" she added.

Paris smirked before hiding it behind a serious look. He turned his chair around and looked to Azusa, and in the most serious tone as possible, asked her. "Do you need a booster seat or do you want me to get a pile of books so you can use that for the time being?"

"Just fly the ship" Azusa replied simply.

Paris shrugged his shoulders and tapped on the console. "Somebody needs a juice box."

Amber chose to ignore the conversation and give Gizmo another scratch on the top of his head.

Trei hated it when people started fighting while in shuttles. Let each other do their jobs, was his way of thinking. Still, he was the peacekeeper onboard. He looked straight at Azusa. "Nakano, back off and I'm sure he'll keep it in one piece."

He turned to Deville. The man seemed to have no respect for anything or anyone. "Mr. Deville, fly the damn ship and keep the comments to a minimum."

Azusa looked back at Trei. "Well ain't you being assertive. Is this something I should worry about? she thought to herself unsure if he would pick up her thoughts or not. "Its kinda... cute...".

Trei looked at her, but didn't let on that he heard her. He most definitely had, but he was more worried about Deville. The man was getting to be more trouble than he was worth, in Trei's opinion.

Paris looked over his shoulder to Trei, smirking slightly, before tapping on the console. Instantly, music began to play, slightly raises. As Fly Me to the Moon began to play, slightly loud, Paris turned to face Trei. He raised his hand to his ear and replied with a raised voice. "I'm sorry... what was that? Fly the ship and you'll keep your comments to a minimum?. If you insist, Bossy. But only because you asked so nicely." He gave him a smile, and wiggled his finger, before turning back around. He looked to Amber and gestured behind him to Trei. "What a nice fellow? When people said he was an uptight, and rude, airhead with no personality... I didn't believe it for a minute." He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. "The nerve of some people spreading rumors, you know?"

Amber leaned close so that only Paris could hear her. "Be nice or I'll remind you of how you behaved when you first arrived on teh Aurora," she teased.

"I'm just letting the security chief know I'm not gonna take his crap because he's a big shot." Paris whispered back, smirking slightly. "I may be an annoyance, but in this case, I'm not the bully. He could always stop talking." He reminded her before winking.

"He's not a bully, either," she replied softly. "He doesn't understand your brand of sarcasm." She didn't always, but she was trying.

Trei rolled his dark eyes and wondered about the level of Deville's maturity. Still, he needed to focus, so he tried to calm himself and concentrate on what they had found in the caves and what he would possibly find going back. He did not want to go back because he had a bad feeling that someone on the away team would end up like the scientists.

"Let's drop the probe and land by the research facility," Amber said aloud, hoping to change the subject.

Boudreau bit his tongue as he listened to the conversations around him. You needed a machete, let a lone a knife, to cut the tension.

"We're reaching a good enough spot to drop the probe." Paris replied after lowering the volume of the music before adding. "If we are going to drop the probe, best do it now."

'Agreed,' replied Boudreau, linking his padd to the shuttle's launch mechanism. Punching in the combination, he ordered the computer to fling out the probe to the correct coordinates. After monitoring the sensor feedback on his padd for a moment, he nodded to himself, 'should be alright.'

Fortunately, the drop and landing went without incident. Once the shuttle had gone through the shut-down sequence, Amber grabbed her pack. "Let's get the transporters hooked up so we can bring down the rest of the gear." She turned to Remy. "If you'd like, I'll focus on the research facility and let you run the rest of investigation."

She grabbed one of the transporter buffers and headed for the facility to get set up.

Pippa, who'd sat quietly in the back for the trip, grabbed another and followed.

Boudreau nodded in Quinn's direction, then at those who had been assigned to him. 'Alright, you heard the XO, let's saddle up and head out. Make sure your hazmat suits are primed and ready.'

"Great, this is going to mess up my hair" Azusa thought to herself as she prepared her suit. She didn't particular like them, they always felt claustrophobic and weren't easy to move in freely.

Jansum donned his hazmat suit, grimacing. It wasn't the best thing to wear if you needed to defend yourself, or others, from a hostile party. If things went south, he would have to rely solely on his phaser.

Amber made sure her suit was primed and ready, but she'd already been exposed, so she took hers, put it on a cart with the buffer, and headed for the research facility. She would be the one to make sure everything was set up and run the scans.

Paris waited for the shuttle to be cleared before reaching into his boot, easing the isolinear chip out, and slipped it into the optical reader. He tapped on the console and established a connection to the probe they had just released. "Computer... link the shuttle's com to the probe and send the following file. Add a 20 second delay before sending it out on the following bandwidth. Use the following frequency."

The computer toned in response. "The marked file has been send to the probe. All settings have been placed.

"Hawkings to Aurora. I am sending a test signal to the ship to ensure the connection between the probe and ship is stable. Please acknowledge when you get it." Paris said firmly as his fingers dashed across the console. "Computer: Send the following message to the Aurora. Mark this message as prime and use the standard Starfleet Frequency and bandwidth."

The computer toned in response. "Message as been sent to the Aurora."

Paris leaned back and crossed his arms. Both messages were sent at the same time, his first message, was masked by the primary test message to the ship. Once both hit the probe, they would be sent to their were intended for. The test message to the ship, and the secret one, hidden in the distortion and masked. Paris had used this method many times and it never failed.

"Aurora to Hawkings. We received your test message. Connection is stable."

Paris let out a slight smirk before replying softly. "Much obliged. The First Officer will be very pleased. Hawkings out." He tapped on the console and closed the com. "Computer: Access program marked Tabula Rasa."

The computer accessed the file and, just as before, responded with an error tone. As it always would. "Please repeat last request."

Paris eased the isolinar chip out of the reader and back into his boot. "Identify last user and what was done?"

"The last user, of this console, was Lieutenant Junior Grade Paris DeVille. The comlnk was access and a test message was sent to the U.S.S. Aurora." The computer replied.

He looked over to his friend, Gizmo, and smiled as he sat up from his chair, picking up his bag and case from the floor. "Thank you, Computer. Lock down system and enable external security measures upon my exit." The computer toned in response just as Paris left the shuttle. He began his way to the facility to catch up with Amber.

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OFF

Lieutenant Commander Amber Quinn
Executive Officer
USS Aurora

Lieutenant Azusa Nakano
Chief Engineer
USS Aurora

Lieutenant Trei Jansum
Chief Sec/Tac Officer
USS Aurora

Lieutenant Remy Boudreau
Chief Science Officer
USS Aurora

LT. JG Tessa Nicoles
Deputy Chief Medical Officer
USS Aurora

Lieutenant JG Pippa Patterson
Operations Officer
USS Aurora

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