Over the Drop Zone

Posted on Sat Mar 9th, 2024 @ 8:30pm by Commander Kevin Lance & Captain Mira Rodale & Lieutenant Commander Tourik Murphy & Lieutenant Commander Awal Kronnelti & Lieutenant T'Pralik

Mission: Thunderdome
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Current

on:
{Mess Hall, Deck 2}

Mira had assembled the away team in the mess hall for last minute instructions prior to beaming down to Paarth Elion Three. The team consisted of herself, Lieutenant Commanders Lance and Murphy, Lieutenants Kronnelti, K'ner, Walker and T'Pralik, Ensign Thorne, the Chief of the Boat and two security officers.

Kevin as the nominated away team leader stepped forward. He was stripped to the waist with pants tucked into thigh high boots with multiple buckles. A pair of bandoleers with four black powder pistols crisscrossed his chest and also secured a large mace to his back. "You will have heard by now that Ensign Rodriguez has confirmed that the communications relay station on the smaller moon was fully operational so we are moving forward with the plan to beam down to the planet and make contact with the science station."

"We will be beaming down four hours before daylight in a remote canyon about ten kilometers from the science station. We will proceed on foot to the station and hopefully make contact with the scientists. Should we encounter any natives, our cover story is that we are merchants from the south whose caravan was attacked by Elionians, the larger green species."

"As you can see, our away team is composed of five males and four females. You will need to decide if you are dominate or submissive. Per the science team's note, males are usually doms and females subs although is it not unheard of for females to be doms. If you are a sub, you will need to attach yourself to a dom."

"There can be multiple male doms in any group. For our cover, I am the alpha dom and Captain Rodale is the alpha sub." Kevin looked around at the away team.

Kronnelti wore a heavy leather black over a t-shirt and black leather pants with black jungle boots. He also says I'm a Dom. He runs two hatchets on his side and a mace on his back.

Trace was outfitted with a bandolier of small throwing knives (mostly for show, since he’d never practiced with them), a black powder revolver on one hip, and a whip on the other. In his bag he bore various pieces of archaic repair equipment including wrenches, pliers, and a hammer to name just a few.

Geneva wore a pair of tight fitting leather pants that left little to the imagination, and a tank top that could generously be described as threadbare. Her gene augmented curves were evident and hard to miss. She was outfitted with just a large bowie knife strapped to one hip and a bag containing medical equipment appropriate to the level of scientific advancement. Without a scientific tricorder, she would have to rely on knowledge as her contribution to the mission.

At the mention of doms and subs, she glanced at Trace and smirked in what he could only call a suggestive manner. Then before he could say anything she said “I’ll be the sub, and Lieutenant Walker will be my dom, as we agreed beforehand.”

Trace nearly sputtered but mastered himself. They had agreed to no such thing and this was the first he was hearing about it.

Mira was dressed in black combat pants with leather staps and pockets. The hem of the pants were tucked into her low heeled black boots. Her top was made out of some soft material found on the planet that looked like black silk. She had a vest on that tied in the front with a jacket that reminded her of a bomber jacket.

She wasn't sure if she was going to need the jacket, but it was big and kind of looked like a large male had put it on her. She had a sword at her side and a knife in her boot. She leaned against a table as Kevin talked.

"Ladies, I can not stress enough how you need to stay close to one of the males. The men on this planet are practically barbarians and will not think twice about carrying you off. If we have to kill to protect ourselves, then we will. Because they will not think twice about killing you. I want us all to come home. " Mira told them "Ladies I will remind you if our group is approached, do not make eye contact with the males. Step behind one of our males. It will show you are spoken for."

T'Pralik’s voice was barely audible as she said "I guess I’ll be a sub then. Is there anyone who wants to be my dom?" She had tied her hair into a tight ponytail, and she had equipped a small machete she had found at the back of the armory. After some debate, she had decided to wear it on her back, and after multiple hours of practice, she was now fairly adept at getting it into her hands and into some kind of combat position in less than 5 seconds without dropping it. She was wearing knee heigh leather boots, and a tight pair of long pants and jacket that looked like it was out of an old Terran jungle exploration movie. On her waste was a small whip (which had come with the attire), and a slingshot. (which she knew vaguely how to use from her childhood)

Kronnelti heard T'Pralik and he put his hand on her shoulder, don't worry you can stick with me.

Mira even told her that she is in good hands as he is very protective of his crew, he saved me more times than I've been in trouble.

T'Pralik nodded, a little reassured.

Tourik had been listening to the back and forth between his new crew mates, and felt awkward. He was new to the ship, and new to their way of working. It would likely take a while for him to settle into his new role amongst them. He didn’t announce the fact, but he was largely a pacifist. So to carry weapons wasn’t something he would usually feel comfortable doing.

However, in the spirit of the current situation, he had dressed all in black, much like his crew mates had chosen to do, and holstered a couple of small knives to his belt. He’d noticed T’Pralik and was aware that she too was Vulcan, so he made a mental note to ensure he made some time to speak with her once they were back on the ship.

"Lieutenant Kronnelti," Kevin instructed, "Beam down your security team and set-up a perimeter. If we don't see any signs of conflict, the rest of the team will beam down five minutes after you."

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Lieutenant Commander Kevin Lance
Executive Officer/Chief Flight Control Officer
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and

Lieutenant Awal Kronnelti
Chief of security and tactical
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and

Lieutenant T'Pralik
Counsellor
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And

Commander Mira Rodale
Co
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and

Lieutenant Tracey Walker
Chief Engineer
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and

Lieutenant Commander Tourik Murphy
Chief Science Officer
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