Season 2 Episode 3: Monsoon Season

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[Shotaka]

The crew went to work in this strange environment with all of the professionalism and dedication that Adeyemi had come to expect from them. Soon, he was alone with the strange group of aliens.

Wordlessly, they wheeled or walked as they were able farther from the Gibson. Glancing back at the ship, the admiral felt just a pang of concern that he was alone. These beings looked frail, but their technology was fantastic. There was no telling what they would do if things went bad.

But his fears were unfounded. Once they were out of earshot, the oldest Shotakan wheeling himself about waved off the others. When they were alone, the being said, "I am called Director Yilroy."

"I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, Director."

"As do I, Admiral. Can you help us?" Eyes appealed to him from the congenitally weakened muscles around the sockets.

"We're already on it. I will need all pertinent information. Scientific analyses, weather reports, infrastructure, shield technology. Anything. You have been fending off these storms for generations, presumably you have some experience with it."

"Yes, but never one of this magnitude." The feeble old voice said. "We cannot evacuate, not in time, and should the worst happen--"

"We're going to do our best to see that it doesn't."

"Here's what you need." Yilroy handed over a Shotakan style PADD. "Meteorologic reports for as long as we've been keeping them, our technology, our buildings and roads, and anything scientific even remotely concerning storms, pollution, or acid."

"I'll get this to me people." Adeyemi said, and opened his mouth again as if to take his leave.

"One more thing, Admiral, if you'd be so kind." Yilroy waited for a few moments, breathing heavily. Adeyemi belatedly realized that this conversation was taking its toll on him, and he literally needed to catch his breath.

"Our people are restless. They know what's coming. Can you deploy security forces around the capital city to try to supplement our own?"

Adeyemi didn't want to know what a Shotakan security officer looked like. But he nodded to the Director and said:

"We'll get it done. Thank you for the information."

"No, thank you, Admiral. Now we have hope."

[Leanna Mazal]

Mook's Tavern - Shotaka

Leanna closely followed by Rixxy slowly made her way towards the place she knew Mook would be and that would never change despite the situation that was now occuring on the planet. Fighting against the elements until they reached the safety of one of the shielded areas yet didn't take her breathing mask off until they made it to the Tavern.

She soon spotted Mook withered slightly more from age and a life well lived on Shotaka, a reputation and personality that belied his outward appearance and with a fiery spirit underneath but could tell that the  latest impending disaster had changed him.

However some of his old spirit did remain  when she greeted him and took in every detail after not seeing him for so long.  A small wisp of greying hair on top of his head, one small arm the other a robotic replacement, the same with his legs word was he had them installed during his time off planet on one of his many adventures but to Leanna he was still the same although hid the concern and worry she felt seeing him like this.

" Mook I told you that I would be here but let's not talk business as I want you to tell me how I can help you and those in here " she said directly not giving him chance to argue as she looked  round at those who had gathered in the small bar that he had ran for the last decade.

" Oh my sweet sweet Rose " He replied in his soft raspy voice " You being here is already helping us and you know me I always like to talk about business".

" You old charmer Mook but I do. why do you think we got on so well after we found out what Matthias was up too".

" Ah well his name doesn't mean much anymore,I prefer to call him Slime Devil " he said attempting to laugh but struggled doing so which left Leanna more concerned than she had already been.

" Mook take it easy now we can talk about business but before we do are you sure there is nothing any of you need?".

It took him a minute or two as he looked at her directly then taking some effort he answered her " We're fine with booze and such but we do need food" he admitted and Leanna knew it took a lot for  him to tell her the truth.

" Okay we'll see what we can do about that for you " she said thinking that she could contact the ship or maybe go back and replicate rations for those who needed them. But for now the two old friends resumed their conversation talking business like they had never been apart.

[Michael J. Tritter]

"And so you see me boyo, ye always wanna have some backups. Several if ye can manage, the which being a grup... ye should be able." Kyan explained as he indicated the assortment of weapons laid out before him. "Oi meself always loik tae have several options fer when the thing takes a southerly turn. Yenever can be knowin when one of these aliens, the which we have never met before, will get the idea to harvest our innards oe try tae have us for his dinner or any other crazy thing. An oi've seen all that an more happen. Specially now that our boss is an Admiral. They're always after getting themselves in trouble." The ancient child shot a glance over at the Admiral. 'An its as if when they get promoted, their sense goes away you see, and they get a bit wompy."

He packed up his twin phasers in the shoulder holster as he spoke, then went about sheaving his various knives. The young security officer in front of him, who was going on his first away mission clutched his own phaser.... his only phaser... a little tighter as he listened.

"An ye should invest in some knives too, for they don't ever run out of batteries.' Kyan noted jovially. An this too....." he continued before being interrupted by the booming voice of their XO.

"Welp, duty calls us the now, sure and it does." he noted, placing his last weapon - a miniature mek'leth in it's sheath on his back. After which he hopped down from his seat, followed by the other two security officers. The group made their way over to Tritter. Kyan peered up at him, craning his neck to do so.

"Here we are Commander, ready the now for your instructions!"

[Location: USS Gibson, Ramp]

He noticed their... short one arriving. He nodded slightly to the man and said "Thank you Lieutenant" to them, as indication of appreciation for their prompt arrival. Although getting used to their stature and appearance was going to take the Executive Officer a while.

[Shotaka]

Knox was deep in thought as she conducted her survey. Life signs were condensed and coincided with the regions of high energy intensities. And, then nothing. Nothing for vast expanses. Her anger had subsided as soon as she noticed the ravaged, decrepit and pitiful state of the Shotakans.

I hope this race have some sense left and are not too proud to accept our help...

"Ahhhh. Black. Remarkable resemblance to Christian, no? Though when I saw you as a baby, I thought you had more of your Mother's features. Beautiful woman. I did suggest that they join me in Risa."

Knox was surprised to see the image of her friend there, however knew that it was his son. She patted him on the shoulder just as she had done when meeting his father before him. Nazar loved his mother, but respected his father too much to make any form of pass.

"Right. We have windows of time and pockets of acceptable conditions to find and implement a sustainable long-term solution for this planet's viability and life support."

"You shall have your hands full organizing the make-shift MASH like-units for the Shotakan's immediate medical issues. But we shall need security to help ensure safety for your teams. From what I can tell, there are too many 'in need'. This may cause issues once they realize the wonders of Federation medicine. Oh, and Black. Use your resources wisely."

Knox to Cadet Tanner. If Commander Tritter can spare you, we need someone to establish and maintain security for the medical unit for the Shotakan's. As well as work with the medical team directly to make sure our guests are satisfied with their service. Do be careful. Though their bodies may be fragile, their robotics and energy weapons are far from it. Knox out.

She nodded to Black and then looked to Kentrat, who she hoped had been analyzing readings during their discussion.

"Ensign. Have you found a pattern to these chaotic energy signatures? I think it is time that we ask to take a look around the ILE? (Institute for Life and Environment)"

Tritter pondered the comment of the Second Officer carefully, before he replied with "I will get back with you shortly Commander" His heavily accented voice was smooth and calm, although he had a thousand things running through his mind at this specific moment.

[Location: USS Gibson, Ramp]

Knox to Cadet Tanner. If Commander Tritter can spare you, we need someone to establish and maintain security for the medical unit for the Shotakan's. As well as work with the medical team directly to make sure our guests are satisfied with their service. Do be careful. Though their bodies may be fragile, their robotics and energy weapons are far from it. Knox out.

=/\=Tanner here. I'm just with Commander Tritter right now. I'll speak to him however once that's organized, do I meet up with the medical team now or will I meet them on the surface? Tanner out.

Although she'd only been with Tritter for a few moments when the call came in, Tanner was feeling a little overwhelmed and unsure at her ability to handle such a task, "Sir," She looked to Tritter, "Any advice for this situation?"

His focus would than shift to Tanner, he pondered her statement carefully before he spoke. He than stated the following to the Lieutenant, "We will maintain Security for the medical team for the Shokotans and we may have to split up, but I'll make that decision later on. Ready?" His gaze shift between Tanner and Mackenzie. The Executive Officer was ready to go, he had a phaser rifle strapped to his back, as well as a phaser pistol on his right thigh.

[Johannes Kentrat]

[Shotaka]

Knox was deep in thought as she conducted her survey. Life signs were condensed and coincided with the regions of high energy intensities. And, then nothing. Nothing for vast expanses. Her anger had subsided as soon as she noticed the ravaged, decrepit and pitiful state of the Shotakans.

I hope this race have some sense left and are not too proud to accept our help...

"Ahhhh. Black. Remarkable resemblance to Christian, no? Though when I saw you as a baby, I thought you had more of your Mother's features. Beautiful woman. I did suggest that they join me in Risa."

Knox was surprised to see the image of her friend there, however knew that it was his son. She patted him on the shoulder just as she had done when meeting his father before him. Nazar loved his mother, but respected his father too much to make any form of pass.

"Right. We have windows of time and pockets of acceptable conditions to find and implement a sustainable long-term solution for this planet's viability and life support."

"You shall have your hands full organizing the make-shift MASH like-units for the Shotakan's immediate medical issues. But we shall need security to help ensure safety for your teams. From what I can tell, there are too many 'in need'. This may cause issues once they realize the wonders of Federation medicine. Oh, and Black. Use your resources wisely."

Knox to Cadet Tanner. If Commander Tritter can spare you, we need someone to establish and maintain security for the medical unit for the Shotakan's. As well as work with the medical team directly to make sure our guests are satisfied with their service. Do be careful. Though their bodies may be fragile, their robotics and energy weapons are far from it. Knox out.

She nodded to Black and then looked to Kentrat, who she hoped had been analyzing readings during their discussion.

"Ensign. Have you found a pattern to these chaotic energy signatures? I think it is time that we ask to take a look around the ILE? (Institute for Life and Environment)"

[Shotoka]

Ah yes, those odd fluctuations. Johannes hadn't seen anything like it either, when he followed the track on his tricorder. It wasn't atmospheric and it wasn't patterned; this was completely random when compared to other patterns. He'd taken a step here or there to think, stowing the readings away. That film he saw earlier wasn't the only problem with their soil, he found when his foot fell through some sort of pitfall. He tripped, hands out to keep his mask intact, but he did look like an absolute ass. All crumbled over, leg halfway in the ground.

He just stayed there shortly, because something came to his attention. Just how pockmarked the ground was. Some of these-how deep did they go? Why would people live like this, just for profits. They would honestly be better off part of some acrid sludge. He stood and gave a dusting of his pants.

"Commander, I'm no geologist. However, I think it is possible that maintenance of their settlement power structures is very nil. I also could hazard a guess that the rain has collected underneath the ground. It's possible that it's pooled against their grid."

He let that sit a moment before speaking again, eyes straining to not hurl spite at the Shotokan.

"I think it would prudent for us to move immediately."

[Derek Black]

[Shotaka]

Knox was deep in thought as she conducted her survey. Life signs were condensed and coincided with the regions of high energy intensities. And, then nothing. Nothing for vast expanses. Her anger had subsided as soon as she noticed the ravaged, decrepit and pitiful state of the Shotakans.

I hope this race have some sense left and are not too proud to accept our help...

"Ahhhh. Black. Remarkable resemblance to Christian, no? Though when I saw you as a baby, I thought you had more of your Mother's features. Beautiful woman. I did suggest that they join me in Risa."

Knox was surprised to see the image of her friend there, however knew that it was his son. She patted him on the shoulder just as she had done when meeting his father before him. Nazar loved his mother, but respected his father too much to make any form of pass.

"Right. We have windows of time and pockets of acceptable conditions to find and implement a sustainable long-term solution for this planet's viability and life support."

"You shall have your hands full organizing the make-shift MASH like-units for the Shotakan's immediate medical issues. But we shall need security to help ensure safety for your teams. From what I can tell, there are too many 'in need'. This may cause issues once they realize the wonders of Federation medicine. Oh, and Black. Use your resources wisely."

Knox to Cadet Tanner. If Commander Tritter can spare you, we need someone to establish and maintain security for the medical unit for the Shotakan's. As well as work with the medical team directly to make sure our guests are satisfied with their service. Do be careful. Though their bodies may be fragile, their robotics and energy weapons are far from it. Knox out.

She nodded to Black and then looked to Kentrat, who she hoped had been analyzing readings during their discussion.

"Ensign. Have you found a pattern to these chaotic energy signatures? I think it is time that we ask to take a look around the ILE? (Institute for Life and Environment)"

[Shotaka]

Unable to keep the surprise off his expression, Derek intuitively tried to find some common ground with the familiarity in which the commander had spoken in regards to his parents. It took several seconds of pointless reflecting before his mind connected with her spots. A joined trill then? He had vague memories of seeing holoimages when he had been younger, but the trill in those pictures had been male. "I'm sure they seriously considered it." Derek replied, now trying to remember the name in those stories his parents had told when he was so much younger.

"I'm sorry commander, I do recall my folks talking about a family friend they had when I was very little, unfortunately I don't think we ever met at an age where I did much more than drool and cry. I'd love to sit down with you afterwards though."

[Shotoka]

Ah yes, those odd fluctuations. Johannes hadn't seen anything like it either, when he followed the track on his tricorder. It wasn't atmospheric and it wasn't patterned; this was completely random when compared to other patterns. He'd taken a step here or there to think, stowing the readings away. That film he saw earlier wasn't the only problem with their soil, he found when his foot fell through some sort of pitfall. He tripped, hands out to keep his mask intact, but he did look like an absolute ass. All crumbled over, leg halfway in the ground.

He just stayed there shortly, because something came to his attention. Just how pockmarked the ground was. Some of these-how deep did they go? Why would people live like this, just for profits. They would honestly be better off part of some acrid sludge. He stood and gave a dusting of his pants.

"Commander, I'm no geologist. However, I think it is possible that maintenance of their settlement power structures is very nil. I also could hazard a guess that the rain has collected underneath the ground. It's possible that it's pooled against their grid."

He let that sit a moment before speaking again, eyes straining to not hurl spite at the Shotokan.

"I think it would prudent for us to move immediately."

As the ensign lost his footing, Derek instinctively spread his stance, wary of further displacement of the ground under their feet and heavily aware of the million metric tons of starship nearby resting on the same surface behind them. "I'll speak with the Chief Science Officer, see if she can spare a technician from her section. I don't want to risk my staff or patients in an area that might fall out from under them, but scanning for safe zones is going to delay our ability to become operational."

He pondered for a moment, glancing back at Gibson. "Alternatively, if I can get the CO's permission to convert two of the cargo bays into temporary treatment areas, we can have forward teams tag and beam back the most severe cases for treatment. We could start seeing patients within the hour while we set up our medical aid stations around and inside the population centres. That being said, would the ship be safer in orbit?"

[Kyan Mackenzie]

:: Shotaka | Landing Site ::

The Shotakan atmosphere reeked of burning things of all sorts, some of which had been alive at one point. Kyan mused as he assembled his weapon. Now that there was a plan in place, he felt better. Sitting in the shuttle and waiting for orders was boring, and had made him a little stir crazy. That was finished now, and he was glad of it. Also improving his mood was the prospect of confrontation that awaited him, and he'd already made an offering to Morrigu and thanked the Raven Diety for that good fortune, also asking for his help should things pop off.

He and three Security crewmen sat huddled around a tricorder as they performed weapons checks before setting out to secure their part of the perimeter around the Shotakan hospital. The diminutive security officer pointed out their destination as he assembled the element shield on his own compression rifle.

"An as ye can see here, it's on foot we'll be until we get tae our checkpoint here, on the southeast corner o' the complex."

"What are the dark blue areas?" one of the crewmen, the one from the shuttle, spoke up. He too was prepping his rifle, which he was immensely glad to have now, having only been issued the hand phaser before anding.

Kyan gave a quick glance at the screen. "Oh those there? Those are protesters... rioters an' the loik." he noted casually. "But it's on orders from above, as if the gods had decreed it that we cannae be shootin'em. We cannae engage the Shotakans y'see. The black sadness that brings us. But tit's so. Oi guess on account of they've asked us tae help em. So its careful and considerate of their needs an problems we'll be the now. We'll walk there, and set up a lookout in this burnt out building, which they're tellin us is abandoned. Used tae be a garage of sorts.... fer housin their emergency trucks and things. Empty now though."

Another officer spoke up. "So there are rioters and protesters. Are they hostile to us?"

Kyan shrugged as he slid the last component on his rifle into place. The audible click signaled it's proper seating. "Dunno. If they are, we can be defendin ourselves. But dinnae be startin no foights are problems. Ye must be noice tae the locals. And dinnae be tryin tae bed none of em either loik ya sick grups be prone to doin. They're all sick the now with pollution and diseases of all sorts. Your man bits'll drop roit off yer body sure and they will and not even the lord nor lady.. nor Lugh of the many skills will be able to make ye whole again. So keep yer eyes open an yer pants on.

And murmur of laughter arose at the last bit, with two of the crewman jostling their newcomer. "Better take heed there Walker." one laughed. "No punching your alien card this goa around."

Kyan slung his rifle and adjusted the annoying breathing mask that they all wore. "All Righ me boyos. Oi'll take the point, and Walker the rear. Make sure no one sneaks up. We've got a kilometer's walk tae make. So let's go."

The rest of the team strapped up and followed the little Lieutenant into the hellish landscape.

[Michael J. Tritter]

[Locatuon: USS Gibson, Ramp]

Tritter had shifted his focus to Cadet Lachlyn, he than stated "We will be escorting the medical team amd providing security for them. We have a team of sixteen. There has been threats made against them and the area they are setting up in has been a hot bed of unrest. Make sure you bring a rifle as well. Any questions before we move out?" He seemed oddly relaxed and calm, despite knowing they were heading into a potential shit storm.

[Jenna McKinson]

[ U.S.S. Gibson ]

Jenna and Molly began to suit up once the Gibson landed on Shotaka. The two did what they could to learn about the planet on the journey there in order to know what they were getting into. They had donned their breathing apparatus as they prepared to step onto the planet. "Jenna be prepared. From what I read the situation there is pretty bad, Molly said placing a hand on Jenna's shoulder. Jenna mentally prepared herself. From the descriptions she read and accounts of the planet, she knew it was a place that would not only tank her mood, but sour her taste.

[ U.S.S. Gibson - Landing Site ]

Jenna and Molly stepped onto the planet. As Jenna's eyes scanned the ravaged land, her mood tanked quickly. Her heart sank more and more with each step.
Tears began to well up in her eyes. "How could they? What beauty have they squandered? It is far beyond any help to save it... How could they live like this?" Molly knew in that moment the sadness Jenna felt and wrapped her arms around her. "It's ok sweetie. Just think about the island back home and it will get you through," Molly said comforting Jenna. "Caleb and I called it our second home. Come to think of it I am close than he is. I will have to ask him at the wedding if I can bum it off him our next shore leave," Jenna said. "That's my girl. Come on now and let's get going,Molly chuckled as she began to lead the way toward where they were told their assistance was needed.

[Auzual Knox]

[Shotaka]

Unable to keep the surprise off his expression, Derek intuitively tried to find some common ground with the familiarity in which the commander had spoken in regards to his parents. It took several seconds of pointless reflecting before his mind connected with her spots. A joined trill then? He had vague memories of seeing holoimages when he had been younger, but the trill in those pictures had been male. "I'm sure they seriously considered it." Derek replied, now trying to remember the name in those stories his parents had told when he was so much younger.

"I'm sorry commander, I do recall my folks talking about a family friend they had when I was very little, unfortunately I don't think we ever met at an age where I did much more than drool and cry. I'd love to sit down with you afterwards though."

Oh, I am sure they did consider it!

Knox wanted to laugh at his last comment, however due to their current location and the circumstances thought better of it. She smiled in a way that she had not since landing on Shotaka.

"I certainly have a few stories to tell. When we return to the Station - Puzzles. It's a date."

Knox was then distracted by Kentrat's fall and steadied her own footing.

Ah yes, those odd fluctuations. Johannes hadn't seen anything like it either, when he followed the track on his tricorder. It wasn't atmospheric and it wasn't patterned; this was completely random when compared to other patterns. He'd taken a step here or there to think, stowing the readings away. That film he saw earlier wasn't the only problem with their soil, he found when his foot fell through some sort of pitfall. He tripped, hands out to keep his mask intact, but he did look like an absolute ass. All crumbled over, leg halfway in the ground.

He just stayed there shortly, because something came to his attention. Just how pockmarked the ground was. Some of these-how deep did they go? Why would people live like this, just for profits. They would honestly be better off part of some acrid sludge. He stood and gave a dusting of his pants.

"Commander, I'm no geologist. However, I think it is possible that maintenance of their settlement power structures is very nil. I also could hazard a guess that the rain has collected underneath the ground. It's possible that it's pooled against their grid."
He let that sit a moment before speaking again, eyes straining to not hurl spite at the Shotokan.
"I think it would prudent for us to move immediately."

She was glad he had been paying attention to the energy signatures, though was concerned after his fall.

"Pools of acid rain underneath the surface is highly likely, Ensign. Do be careful with your footing."

As the ensign lost his footing, Derek instinctively spread his stance, wary of further displacement of the ground under their feet and heavily aware of the million metric tons of starship nearby resting on the same surface behind them. "I'll speak with the Chief Science Officer, see if she can spare a technician from her section. I don't want to risk my staff or patients in an area that might fall out from under them, but scanning for safe zones is going to delay our ability to become operational."

He pondered for a moment, glancing back at Gibson. "Alternatively, if I can get the CO's permission to convert two of the cargo bays into temporary treatment areas, we can have forward teams tag and beam back the most severe cases for treatment. We could start seeing patients within the hour while we set up our medical aid stations around and inside the population centres. That being said, would the ship be safer in orbit?"

Yes, his mother's kindness towards others.

She could feel Darzem surfacing in her thoughts as she responded.

"I have the impression that several factions may consider it easier to simply leave Shotaka. An uprising and revolt is easily predictable once our technology is on display. And, I would not want to make it any easier for them by allowing access to the ship. Security shall be stretched as it is in order to accompany landing teams here."

"I think you should settle for the portable medical pods and ration your supplies and time, Doctor. Make sure that you work with Security to create a safe zone. Simple cases of acid burns and skin reactions to the robotics could be applied by the nurses. Ah, I think you may have your first patients. They may be in need of food and drinking water also."

Knox noticed several Shotakan's forming a group near the clearly marked medical supplies. And in their pitiful state, began to wonder if it was going to be enough. Thin, dehydrated and with horrid skin afflictions.

"Good luck."

Tritter had shifted his focus to Cadet Lachlyn, he than stated "We will be escorting the medical team amd providing security for them. We have a team of sixteen. There has been threats made against them and the area they are setting up in has been a hot bed of unrest. Make sure you bring a rifle as well. Any questions before we move out?" He seemed oddly relaxed and calm, despite knowing they were heading into a potential shit storm.

Knox turned as she overheard Commander Tritter's voice. That brash German accent was so distinctively him. She knew he was missing his husband and children terribly, and hoped that the mission was at least a distraction. She walked over to him as he spoke with Cadet Tanner behind her and nodded by way of a greeting.

"Excellent. I recommend some kind of treatment facility resembling a conveyor belt, with those treated leaving prior to the next entering. Kentrat and I are going to the ILE. Shall update you in an hour, Commander."

And then adding, "If you do not hear from us, locate comm signal and send backup."

Knox nodded a goodbye and walked in silence with Kentrat to better make sure that their footing was not lost. Several moments later, they were joined by two Shotakans in their bubbles, traveling on what seemed like an old Earth hovercraft.

"Pleased pleased. We are deeply met. The ILE is several clicks away. Join us."

They gestured them to 'enter' the 'bubble'.

Knox felt the strange sensation as the pressure changed around her, and she could finally remove her breathing mask. It took several moments for her to realize and then she could not believe her eyes.

Wow.

As she sat comfortable on the hovercraft, she found herself actually enjoying the ride!

[Leanna Mazal]

[Mook's Tavern - Shotaka]

It felt as though she had stepped back in time with the way her and Mook were talking, answering questions, catching up with news something they always used to do but this time it wasn't limited by technology and busy schedules. Talk did eventually turn to the real reason why she was here and Leanna could see how important it was for Mook to make sure she received this latest shipment and knew she would hurt his pride if she refused to take it.

One thing she had learned early on was to never insult a Shotakan well especially if they were named Mook. Leanna remembered the old stories of him not being afraid to sort out anyone who thought to double cross him or make assumptions which often resulted in said person never doing business with him again and this included her ex husband.

However she did like his new nickname of Slime Devil but thankfully he wasn't mentioned much although heard Rixxy's occasional hiss or curse from where she was sat at the bar. Leanna also accepted a drink for him and despite the situation knew that Mook was doing what he always did and that was to be the host and typical bar owner in a crisis, something she herself had learned along the way mainly from Mook himself.

The Mohaba tasted just as sweet and sickly as ever but she enjoyed it none the less until she managed to persuade Mook to let her leave to get the much needed supplies from the ship so she could return to him and those gathered in the tavern then she would collect the Mohaba and then see if she was needed to help elsewhere.

However before she could even stand up there were loud shouts outside the Tavern along with what sounded like glass being broken and being Leanna immediately went over to find out was going on but was stopped by her friend.

"Protesters"He muttered as he slowly got to his feet and went over to look out the window. She didn't need to see them to believe him as it wasn't difficult picking up the anger and frustration and even though she was already overwhelmed by what she had seen, trying to block it all out was proving difficult.

Taking a moment to catch her breath she looked at Mook " Is there anyway we can still leave and get those supplies?" she asked although already had a feeling of what he was going to say.

" No its not safe at the moment, you and Rixxy are going to have to stay here until they leave"He said his tone bitter.

She didn't like the idea of having to wait it out not when people were relying on her but if she or Rixxy ended up hurt then they would be no good to anyone. So reluctantly she agreed to wait it out for now and if it didn't calm down soon then she would make contact with the Gibson.

[Daniel Howell]

U.S.S. Gibson - Main Engineering
Jenna and Molly had headed out of engineering and to the surface of Shotaka. Dan had remained in engineering to continue to research the situation and if he could, contribute to fixing the issue that would render the planet inhabitable. As he was researching Shotaka, he found there to be little int he way of information on the planet, and quite a lot of grey areas. He did however find some technical diagrams, revealing some very unusual, but amazing ways of construction.

He couldn't do anything until he went to the planets surface and at least asked around on how some of their technology worked. If he found out how it worked, maybe that's the only key he would need. He left engineering for the ramp to the planet.

U.S.S. Gibson - Ramp
As he arrived at the ramp, an officer handed him a breathing mask Breathing mask sir. "Thank you." Dan replied, taking the mask in his hand, he stood at the end of the ramp and looked around. Jesus Christ... How the hell do we fix this? he thought to himself. He was by no means a pessimist, but this was really going to be working the impossible. The planet's surface was cracked and layered, weakened with every step taken on it. The sky a mix of purples, blacks and oranges and the smell of burning chemicals in the atmosphere. Drips and micro-showers of acid droplets pattered down occasionally, burning whatever it impacted straight away. Starfleet uniforms were acid proof, but only to a certain level.

Shotaka - Planets surface
He spotted Jenna and Molly walking away and so walking down the ramp, once on the surface, walked to catch up. He walked at a faster face in order to catch up with them. As he walked, he took out his tricorder with his free hand, to conduct scans. There wasn't any life signs of any type, humanoid, organic or otherwise within parsecs. The acid read a PH of just 3, which was well into the corrosive category.

Once he'd caught up with the two girls, he addressed them, saying "Quite a planet eh?"

[T'Prina]

He rolled his eyes dramatically as the Vulcan spoke of the Á¢â,¬Ëœeducational value' of this experience. Xander was still of the opinion that "annoying" might be a better word to describe the whole situation. As he followed her out into the corridor, he made a face at the back of her head, sticking his tongue out, then grinned at the childlike satisfaction it provided him.

Not long after entering the hallway, the Captain's message came through the ship, and their orders popped up on their PADDs. Xander read them through three times to make sure he hadn't misheard anything. "Honestly, this seems more like he's asking for an inconvenient miracle if you ask me." He sighed, shaking his head and running a singular, frustrated hand through his hair. "We should make our way to lab three and see what we have in terms of scanners, I guess. Not that my hopes are high..."

At T'Prina's next comment, Xander paused, cocking his own head to the side as he considered her observation. After a second, he responded, "Not necessarily... If I had to guess, I'd say that they did have one. And they were able to continue abusing their planet because it allowed them to ignore the consequences of their actions... Except now things have gotten completely out of hand. I don't think any sort of weather moderator could fix this now..."

A short walk brought the two to the door of Science Lab Three. Xander made to walk in, but ended up bumping into the door when it failed to open. He involuntarily glanced over his shoulder to see if T'Prina had seen, then scowled at the door. His unpleasant disposition, however, did nothing to clear the way to the lab. "Now what's wrong?"

[Corridor Outside Lab 3]

T'Prina peered around the surly ensign, owlishly blinking her eyes. His annoyance was contagious, and she let slip with some sarcasm.

"Apparently you have found the one door in this entire ship that cannot be opened by plowing your head into it. Congratulations, Dorset."

She deftly nudged past him and gripped the door. Incongruous to her small stature and delicate hands, the door slowly began to move, with a shrill squeal in protest. Eventually, it slid entirely out of the way, leaving them awash in the scent of distilling alcohol. Her nose wrinkled in distaste.

"I believe we found the missing equipment. It seems to be converted to a purpose not intended." The Vulcan waved a hand at the makeshift moonshine operation in the center of the room. She then made her way over to a console, making a mental note to have someone come clean out the potentially hazardous mess.

"By the smell of that, they are either creating some alcoholic beverage, or a chemical to strip the hull plating from a shuttlecraft. However, it looks like the sensor consoles and other computer stations are intact and have not been tampered with. Regarding our earlier speculation about a weather control system, you are quite right. However, with modifications, we might be able to redirect the storms away from populated areas. It is not a fix to the situation, but it could buy more time." T'Prina frowned as she tapped at the computer's screen, sorting through reports.

"There are recorded instances of barystatic filters being used to clean up atmospheric pollution. For a planet of this size, and with the levels of toxicity, we would need at least a thousand. Still... It is an idea from which to start."

[Malcolm Adeyemi]

[Shotaka - Director's Manse]

"Will there be anything else, admiral?" The server was a Shotakan woman, wheezy, half mechanical, whose eyes, nose, and mouth were in a mask to drain the constant flow of greenish red ichor that oozed from them.

Adeyemi couldn't tell how anyone would ever want or need more food. In the hyper-modern Director's mansion every convenience was anticipated and provided for. Carafes of water and banquet platters marched in every direction up and down the long table. It was a ridiculous size: Adeyemi could barely see Director Yilroy at the far end of it. Each piece of furniture was suspended by micro-sized anti-gravity units: he felt as if he was sitting on a cloud. The table hovered, setting off the smell and motion of the dishes laid before him. The spice palate of the food was most definitely alien, but for a Starfleet captain the smell wasn't offensive or nauseating at all.

"This seems...extravagant." Needlessly so. He almost said, but didn't.

"Business guests are very welcome here, and you even more so. Please let me know how else I can help." The server moved off.

"Is everything to your liking, admiral?" Yilroy asked.

There had to be some kind of commlink nearby. The other man was too far off out of earshot to hear.

"...yes, Director, thank you." Adeyemi said to the air uncertainly.

"Then 'dig in', as they say on earth." Far off, the admiral could see Yilroy following his own advice.

Adeyemi pushed around a forkful of some long, mushy grain. It wafted in response, a foreign smelling scent but not unappealing. He tried a bit, and found it tasted like a mixture of rice and sweet potatoes.

"Does every Shotakan eat this well?" He wanted to know after a few moments of silent eating.

"Yes." If he found the question offensive Yilroy didn't say so. "We have a high level of development here. We do very well for ourselves...and somehow we lost ourselves in that."

"What do you mean?"

"We've killed our world, admiral. I won't lie and say if you save us we will be different, better, after." Yilroy said, sounding resigned.

"It's a start."

"That it is. Have you tried the wine?"

Adeyemi lifted an empty cup. It looked gilded and bejeweled. He studied it intently. It looked real. He filled it with an umber colored liquid from a nearby carafe and smelled it.

"From my personal vineyard. Enjoy. We have time." Yilroy was raising his own glass, far, far away.

Obediently, thinking of the things that one must do in the name of diplomacy, Adeyemi raised the golden cup and sipped. The wine tasted like cinnamon but stronger, an almost spicy flavor that slid down his throat and wormed fiery fingers through his chest. He coughed expansively. The cough ground on and on and nearly became something more. Hastily, he looked up and saw Yilroy making as if to approach him in concern.

"Excuse me," He coughed into the air, and walked away from the table.

" Adeyemi to Tritter and all department heads. Give me a sit-rep, people. " It might be too soon for anything to have been resolved, but it would probably be considered bad taste if he vomited all over his host's dinner table.

[Jenna McKinson]

Shotaka - Planets surface
He spotted Jenna and Molly walking away and so walking down the ramp, once on the surface, walked to catch up. He walked at a faster face in order to catch up with them. As he walked, he took out his tricorder with his free hand, to conduct scans. There wasn't any life signs of any type, humanoid, organic or otherwise within parsecs. The acid read a PH of just 3, which was well into the corrosive category.

Once he'd caught up with the two girls, he addressed them, saying "Quite a planet eh?"

[ Shotaka - Planet's Surface ]

Jenna thanked Molly for the comforting moment, but then shook off whatever ill feelings she had when she first saw the place. She then got out her phaser and made sure it was on. Molly did the same once she saw Jenna do so. Both ladies holstered their weapons and donned their backpacks. The two began to head toward their destination or rather the one Jenna visually picked out. "You don't think we'll need these do you?Molly asked Jenna. Jenna continued to walk for a moment before she wanted to answer. "If I've learned anything during my time away from the fleet," Jenna began,"It's that you need to be prepared for anything. If those who live, if at all, here are capable of causing this to their landscape, I think they are more than capable of being violent towards those who are coming to help them.Molly nodded and then moved quickly to walk beside her. They then heard Dan catch up with them.

"It's something I would say. It honestly makes me sad how desolate this place is, but that large generator is calling to me. I think that's our best bet to understand how the hell anyone lives on this hole," Jenna said. "Jenna thinks that we may need our phasers for some odd reason,Molly said to Dan. "Said it was from experience and a gut feeling."  Jenna shook her head. "We could be headed in the wrong direction for all I know. What do you think Chief?Jenna asked.

[Michael J. Tritter]

[Location: USS Gibson, Ramp]

Tritter had decided that now was the time to move out. He motioned his team over. Once they had formed up. He proceeded to look them over, they each knew his expectations, as they had worked with him in the past. He than proceeded to give them a run down of events to come. He than stated the following, "Thank you for your promptness. We are entering a planet that is caustic and nearly ruined, we will likely need to use masks. With the acid rain, we will have to use shield generators to avoid any burns. Any questions?" The team looked backed and forth among each-other, there was no questions asked.

Tritter than proceeded to don the mask, sealing it properly. He proceeded to activate the shield generator he had and the team did the same. He proceeded to step off, he carried his rifle at the low ready as he scanned the area. He didn't check behind him, but he could hear the foot steps of the team behind him as he moved. He could smell the tinge of the acid, which had a bit of a bronze hint in the air. He could hear the sounds of the acid rain hitting the shield generators they were using to protect themselves.

They made their way towards the hospital where the Shotokans were being treated. They had taken a few of the Medical Staff of the Starbase with them to help treat their injured and sickly. He proceeded to scan the entrance of the makeshift hospital, it was obvious that it had been attacked and he had a fairly good idea of what they were getting into. However, once he crossed the threshold into the makeshift hospital, it was a nearly shocking sight to the experienced type like him, there were tubes and machines everywhere, they were decrepit and they looked not far from dying... It was a room of death and nothing less.

[Shotaka - Director's Manse]

"Will there be anything else, admiral?" The server was a Shotakan woman, wheezy, half mechanical, whose eyes, nose, and mouth were in a mask to drain the constant flow of greenish red ichor that oozed from them.

Adeyemi couldn't tell how anyone would ever want or need more food. In the hyper-modern Director's mansion every convenience was anticipated and provided for. Carafes of water and banquet platters marched in every direction up and down the long table. It was a ridiculous size: Adeyemi could barely see Director Yilroy at the far end of it. Each piece of furniture was suspended by micro-sized anti-gravity units: he felt as if he was sitting on a cloud. The table hovered, setting off the smell and motion of the dishes laid before him. The spice palate of the food was most definitely alien, but for a Starfleet captain the smell wasn't offensive or nauseating at all.

"This seems...extravagant." Needlessly so. He almost said, but didn't.

"Business guests are very welcome here, and you even more so. Please let me know how else I can help." The server moved off.

"Is everything to your liking, admiral?" Yilroy asked.

There had to be some kind of commlink nearby. The other man was too far off out of earshot to hear.

"...yes, Director, thank you." Adeyemi said to the air uncertainly.

"Then 'dig in', as they say on earth." Far off, the admiral could see Yilroy following his own advice.

Adeyemi pushed around a forkful of some long, mushy grain. It wafted in response, a foreign smelling scent but not unappealing. He tried a bit, and found it tasted like a mixture of rice and sweet potatoes.

"Does every Shotakan eat this well?" He wanted to know after a few moments of silent eating.

"Yes." If he found the question offensive Yilroy didn't say so. "We have a high level of development here. We do very well for ourselves...and somehow we lost ourselves in that."

"What do you mean?"

"We've killed our world, admiral. I won't lie and say if you save us we will be different, better, after." Yilroy said, sounding resigned.

"It's a start."

"That it is. Have you tried the wine?"

Adeyemi lifted an empty cup. It looked gilded and bejeweled. He studied it intently. It looked real. He filled it with an umber colored liquid from a nearby carafe and smelled it.

"From my personal vineyard. Enjoy. We have time." Yilroy was raising his own glass, far, far away.

Obediently, thinking of the things that one must do in the name of diplomacy, Adeyemi raised the golden cup and sipped. The wine tasted like cinnamon but stronger, an almost spicy flavor that slid down his throat and wormed fiery fingers through his chest. He coughed expansively. The cough ground on and on and nearly became something more. Hastily, he looked up and saw Yilroy making as if to approach him in concern.

"Excuse me," He coughed into the air, and walked away from the table.

" Adeyemi to Tritter and all department heads. Give me a sit-rep, people. " It might be too soon for anything to have been resolved, but it would probably be considered bad taste if he vomited all over his host's dinner table.

He than heard his comm badge go off, he pondered for a moment at the request, he indicated for the team to fan out and keep Security in the area. He than stepped outside and tapped his comm badge to reply, he than stated, "Sir, we are at the hospital right now and have established a perimeter. I will advise you further if needed" He waited for a reply from the Commanding Officer before he went back in.