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The Distress Beacon
- An older story that was started and died off some while back
- Pretty much in stasis at the moment...
- Anyone is welcome to jump in and contibute to this as well
It was a dark and stormy night on this side of the seemingly primative Class-M planet. The crew was on their way to a "Recreation" Planet, when Long Range Sensors picked up a Distress Beacon coming from the Second planet in this system. They weren't sure why initial sensor sweeps couldn't scan the planet's surface, when they had no problem picking up the beacon from the edge of the System. In order to investigate, the Away Team had to take a shuttle to the planet's surface.
To be continued...
Yazdir, LP Phantom Zone 22:10, 23 Aug 2005 (EDT)
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It was a relatively smooth entry flight and took just over fifteen minutes to complete. They group landed in a pleasant grove of primitive tree-like plants with a dull 'whump'. Crewman Walters was the first out onto the landscape. He quickly removed hi tricorder from its place on his belt and homed in on the beacons source. When the remaining members of the shuttles away team had debarked they began to travel in the direction indicated by the transporter at a fast walk. Some degree of brush impeded them but this was dealt with using a disruptor tuned to a very fine kill beam just in from of them to saw away the vegetation. The usual chatter of native lifeforms could be heard around them and although they didnt see anything particularly hazardous, still the team was becoming restless as a brooding presence made itself felt upon their minds.
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Without warning, the party encountered a small clearing ahead. The tricorder signal continued beyond the clearing on the far side. Centered in the clearing was a mound of small, round, and furry objects. The mound appeared to be subtly quivering. On signal from the away team's leader, Security Officer Miller stepped closer to investigate. Her red tunic contrasted sharply with the mottled coloration of the mounded objects. Suddenly...
--COMO 10-of-9 (S.Lackey) 20:14, 19 Sep 2005 (EDT)
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...she took one step too far and gave a scream as she was apparently swallowed up by the ground. The mound of furry objects in the clearing beyond appeared unchanged.
"Dammit" thought the Team Leader "why is it always the red shirts who get into trouble?"
On closer examination, the ground in the area where Miller vanished was found to be covered with a six inch thick, stiff yet springy, interlocking grass-like plant. Tricorder readings were inconclusive--something seemed to interfere with the scans.
Carefully, Walters manually probed the ground on hands and knees. "Amazing," he said, "see how the ground cover gives way under moderate pressure." As he spoke, he pushed to expose a dark cavity below. On release, the plant covering sprang back into place sealing the opening to view.
"Miller, can you hear me? Are you alright?" he yelled after he pushed and held the void open once more.
No answer.
Looking around, Walters warned, "This whole area could conceal hundreds more unseen openings like this. We must exercise extreme caution when moving about. Your orders, sir?"
The Team Leader paused. He now is faced with multiple tasks. Should he keep the landing party together or divide his resources? Security Officer Miller is missing and possibly injured. Should he risk sending someone down the hole? What about the trembling mound of furry objects awaiting closer examination? Beyond those problems, they now have been further slowed in progressing in the direction of the Distress Beacon. At this rate, the search could take months.
[to be continued...]
--COMO 10-of-9 [s.lackey] 22:15, 21 Oct 2005 (EDT)
Just then the mound of furry objects trembled and began squeaking loudly. Then they were sent flying in all directions as an extremely fat Ferengi appeared from their midst. "I can guarantee your safety on this planet," he said, "for the very reasonable price of only three bars of gold-pressed latinum."
"...Each, of course."
[story=off] Welcome! Glad for some new input. [story=on]
--COMO 10-of-9 [s.lackey] 22:15, 21 Oct 2005 (EDT)
Smirked the short, sqautily squat Ferengi. "Thath would be zix people, incluthing Miller. Theze arr, petz, zpezially breeded to my commandz." The smirk was now a smile, literally from lobe to lobe.
Walter scanned the furry object now merely feet away from him. "They appear to be a breed of Tribble, but their genetic make up has been altered with the Augment virus! How did you get your hands on this virus?"
"Thath vill cost you an addithonal zix barz, EACH!!!" Laughing heartily, the Ferengi put his hands on his hips and spoke in his native tongue. Suddenly, all of the Tribbles began moving toward each member of the landing party. Their mouths opened to expose razor sharp teeth, all four rows of them. Thompson was closest when...
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"Computer, freeze program."
"What is it now, Julian?"
"I'm not sure about these little critters. Really? Tribbles with razor sharp teeth, Chief?"
"Sure, why not. What do you think happens when they meet a Klingon up close?"
"Well they..."
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--VADM 10-of-9 [s.lackey] 19:47, 19 November 2008 (PST)
