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Maddi decided to try a stunning dress. The red pops according to her opinion so she ran with it!

Did someone say, silver jacket with a red tie?! ...no? Well, that's what Wil's wearing anyway!

Tim Alentonis Ready for Awards Season.

I chose Timothy Dalton as Kells's avatar years ago at the suggestion of @Moonsong, and finding formalwear for a former James Bond makes dressing Kells for the awards a snap! (Although he looks kinda angry here. So maybe he doesn't like dressing up, eh?)

For the first time, Jarred opted against dress whites for the Annual Awards

New shoes for Raissa.

Very, very impressed with how well @Sirok handled this beautiful mission-ending sim! Plus the Interstellar soundtrack fits VERY well. -- OCC::I recommend read this post (and all the last ones) with this soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM5IxG1qhl0 _____________________________________________________ ((Main Engineering, USS Thor)) Sirok: =/\= Sirok to Captain Kells. Probe ready to launch on your mark. =/\= Kells: =/\= Proceed, Chief. =/\= Sirok: =/\= Do you need anything else, Captain? =/\= Kells: =/\= We appear to be about to beam up the last away team members and the colonists... but I want to stay in orbit of Vel Maijan for as long as you can give me. =/\= Sirok =/\= By your command. Sirok out. =/\= As soon as he received the order, he sent the probe towards the star. He tried to make it go at maximum speed, so he could send useful data before they had to leave. Kortho: These modifications will help us stay in orbit, look how already we are remaining more stable. It's small but I believe the effect is growing. Sirok: It is a good idea to increase our remaining time by 30% ::It may not seem much, but they were talking about a space-time anomaly affecting an entire solar system. :: Kortho: We can't beam up more than twelve at a time, with all this interference. Will there be enough time? Sirok: We have very little time to spare.If they don't beam up soon, we'll have to leave them behind or travel where and when the anomaly takes us. ::The computer data was clear, they had just over 15 minutes before they reached the point of no return. Yang's modifications were very effective, but that event exceeded every scale known to date.:: Kortho: We can take the power from replicator systems and science labs. Sirok: I already did it. ::He preferred not to have sacrificed ship functionality, but Kells' orders and intent seemed clear, they would not leave without the away team and human settlers, so in energy-saving plan Sirok had been quite aggressive.:: I only left power to one of our replicators, in case we need any parts, and to those in the infirmary. I am going to draw power from life support. ::It was something he had planned, but he could only do it in the last minutes before the event. There would be air left in the rooms, and the residual heat would have to be stirred until they left or were dragged away. At least in that second case they would have plenty of energy to redirect from the warp drive, as they would not need it to escape.:: Consoles began to display the batteries' energy of the batteries as they beamed up the people from the planet. In spite of the pattern enhancers the consumption of each trip was humongous, since they had to make them pass through an enormous amount of rock, plus the interference of the anomaly and the atmosphere interacting with the gases of the nebula captured by the planet. The Vulcan's calculations had been accurate for the drain they were having. Sirok had reserved the amount of power based on the number of colonists he was told, plus the five members of Commander Teller's away team. According to the latest reports, they had gained a slight margin because the away team had been reduced to three, the others would go up on the Ra. And at least one casualty on the part of the colonists. If they didn't use it to transport anyone else they would get a few more seconds of stay and a little more time to make the transports safely. Sirok: =/\=Sirok to Captain Kells, 10 minutes to point of no return, 168 people remaining in the planet.=/\= Sirok had turned off the holographic table, but maintained a traditional two-dimensional view that still displayed graphically the ship and her surroundings. Despite Thor's efforts to stay in her space-time, it became increasingly apparent that the surrounding space was being drawn to the anomaly. Ion discharges between the atmosphere and the nebula resulted in huge rays that illuminated the outside of the starship despite its distance. The gas cloud that formed the nebula showed changes in direction that were not what they should be according to normal natural forces, creating denser shreds in which greater ion storms built up. Sirok: =/\=Sirok to Captain Kells, 8 minutes to point of no return, 128 people remaining in the planet.=/\= The Thor's shield became increasingly visible, as if it were holding a continuous fire from an external enemy. Small wear cracks appeared on the shielding plates closest to the bussard collectors, which would have been the result of the ship being active and not being changed or repaired for decades. The deflector dish glowed with increased intensity, due to the energy used to generate the anti-chroniton particles. Sirok: =/\=Sirok to Captain Kells, 6 minutes to point of no return, 89 people remaining in the planet.=/\= In engineering, activity boiled, systems were pushed to the limit and different crew members were sent out to try to mitigate the effects caused by trying to keep the ship in one piece. Without being the most pressing matter, Sirok couldn't avoid to look at the state of the probe that had been sent towards the star was getting closer and closer to what, according to his theory, should be the origin of the singularity. Sirok: =/\=Sirok to Captain Kells, 4 minutes, 49 people remaining in the planet.=/\= Despite being pushed to their upper limitations, the inertial stabilizers couldn't compensate everything that was happening outside. A growing vibration began to be felt throughout the bowels of the ship. Outside the hull, several bolts cracked quite close, yet failed to impact due of the anti-anomaly. In case they had doing so, they probably won't destroy the Thor, but the starship would have been heavily damaged. Sirok: =/\=Sirok to Captain Kells, 2 minutes, only the away team and 7 colonists remain on the planet. The probe has reached its destination, collecting data. =/\= Soon every human colonists and the away team should be transported and the ship could leave. But Thor kept showing more and more how hard she was trying to accomplish the mission. From the outside the shields were glowed brightly, as they worked at maximum, so much that the ship's silhouette could hardly be seen. Some plates near the bussard collectors had been shattered and then reassembled, but they were not attached to the hull anymore. The vibration increased and anything not properly attached to walls or floor began to fell. The usually gentle humming of the warp drive, omnipresent in every working starship, evolved into a more high-pitched shriek, which become a little disturbing to crew members with a more acute hearing. Sirok tried to keep his eye on everything that was going on, so that the ship wouldn't disintegrate, but he still couldn't help but look at the data coming from the probe. For the vulcan, the information coming from the little autonomous craft was the most important thing at the moment. He understood the importance of saving lives, and of rescuing the away team. Nevertheless, if they were able to get out of there, the most important scientist event recorded to date was happening just at the other side of the hull, and they could gather some data of the largest space-time anomaly known, one that, to this moment, was barely a mystery. As they were trapped by that very same anomaly, they need to know what was causing it. The first useful piece of information was a slight increase in the chroniton particles density. During the whole trip it seemed that their concentration only decreased around the Thor, yet it was remained a constant in the rest of the system, embracing it. Sirok tried to adjust the probe so that the particle augmentation wouldn't disturb the probe, hence it was able to find its source. Just at that moment, something else arrived at his display, as the probe detected an exotic object, perfectly spherical, but it was almost impossible to have information about its size or composition. Sirok: =/\= Sirok to Captain Kells everyone onboard, 1 minute to the point of no return.=/\= Just before it stopped transmitting data, the probe managed to send a single image. It was a sphere 500 km in diameter, with no single irregularities on a surface of fully polished metal that reflected the surrounding space. The probe did not provide any information about its energy source or the composition of the metal shell, except that it partly reflected the sensor beams as well as it did with light. Sirok raised an eyebrow as he read all this. Sirok: Curious... ((End of Scene for Sirok)) ==================== Ensign Sirok Acting Chief Engineering Officer USS Thor NCC-82607 Fleet Captain A. Kells, Commanding E239702S10

Piravao isn't the biggest fan of big fancy events, but she does know how to dress for the occasion

@Wes Greaves and @Addison MacKenzie had create this HILAROUS piece of gold I've LOVED almost since the first line. The sass on it is over 9000 and it's a good GOOD example of WHY medical visit could be AWESOME. Just saying Mr. Greaves would maybe die later in an unknow circunstances that could involve, or not, a logically outraged vulcan ------------------------------------------------- ((Main Shuttle Bay, Deck 7, USS Thor) The Ra settled onto the metal deck plating of the shuttlebay, it’s hull still smoking slightly from the flight through the intense ion storm. Wes unbuckled his harness and attempted to stand. The flight had been jarring and the Marine felt like he had just finished an intense spin cycle on the world’s largest washing machine. Not one, but two storage compartments had burst open on the flight, the second of which spilling its contents directly into his lap and onto his injured leg. Apparently it had only seventeen twelve minutes from takeoff to landing, and apparently that had been long enough for his anger to reside, his medication to wear off, and one of his stitches to painfully tear. The result wasn’t pretty. His attempt at standing immediately failed, and a wave of dizziness ran through him making the interior of the shuttle spin. Fortunately one of the colonists caught the man and helped steady him. Wes could feel fresh blood seeping down his leg, and a spreading red splotch on his patched EV suit suggested the bleeding may actually be significant once again. Pandorn: ::standing up and moving to the colonists:: Everyone, watch your step getting out. Once out of the shuttle, get clear of the shuttle and wait for the medical staff. ::slight smile:: And welcome to the USS Thor. ::to Wes:: You as well Wes. Let Doctor Mackenzie look at you, no problem? Greaves: You won’t hear any more protest from me sir. On it. Wes nodded appreciation to the colonist through gritted teeth after his head cleared and hobbled his way down the ramp of the shuttle. (( Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Thor )) When MacKenzie received an updated report of the colonists, she was surprised to see the extent of some of their injuries. Nevertheless, she had the medical bay prepped and ready to receive patients. When Quen reported that the Ra had docked and that the priority patients were being shipped up to Sickbay, MacKenzie was ready to roll. Surprisingly (or, perhaps not), the first patient to make his way into Sickbay was Mr. Greaves. MacKenzie watched as he hobbled through the doors on his badly mangled leg. Unaccompanied. MacKenzie folded her arms. Wes limped into the huge room of biobeds. A wave of nausea was immediately quelled by the stern look of the Thor’s Chief Medical Officer. MacKenzie: Lieutenant, where is Doctor Alieth? Greaves: ::With a cruel smile:: Ma’am, our favorite vulcan physician is currently located somewhere underground several thousand kilometers below us. There was a pause, and MacKenzie could feel her jaw begin to tighten. MacKenzie: ...She’s where? Wes eyed the nearest bed, his leg aching painfully. How he longed to be rid of the suit and given a fresh injection of some chemical [...]tail to make his troubles fade away. Despite that longing, the vindictive sense of revenge took precedence. Greaves: Ensign Alieth snuck off the shuttle and is now planet side with the away team. Her jaw tightened further. MacKenzie: ::muttering:: Why, that green-blooded son-of-a- … Greaves: I wholeheartedly echo that sentiment ma’am. Wes took a cautious step towards the nearest bed, only to have his bad leg nearly give out underneath him. Muttering curses under his breath, he dropped the helmet to his EV suit which had been slung under his arm. The metal of the helmet clanged as it bounced along the deck to finally slide to a rest at the foot of the bed. Dried blood could clearly be seen coating the back of the helmet. A small, yet evidently still unamused smile crept on MacKenzie’s face as she approached the man to help him up onto a biobed. Once he was situated, she grabbed a tricorder from a nearby instrument cart and returned to his side. MacKenzie: So, what happened?? Greaves: Well ma’am, it’s sort of a long story. Which part do you want to hear first? The part about the underground dragon, the part about an ancient medical procedure, or the part where Miss Alieth snuck away to go on adventures? MacKenzie: ...dragon. MacKenzie scanned the wound in his leg and gently pressed on some of the tissue. Wes gritted his teeth and snapped his eyes shut at the pain. Greaves: We were working our way through a complex of tunnels when one of the natives caused a cave in. MacKenzie: …a dragon caused a cave-in. Is this a joke? Greaves: Uh, no. Sorry Doc. I tend to try and make jokes when I’m uncomfortable. It was a sentient creature native to the planet. Some kind of tunneling species. One of them burrowed underneath us and caused a cave in. I fell along with Lieutenant Commander Pandorn. I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I remember is waking up with a few hundred pounds of rock on my legs. Commander Pandorn pulled me out from under the rocks, but it tore my suit and cut my leg really bad. My suit got flooded with the local atmo and radiation. Been coughing, bleeding, and feeling dizzy ever since. MacKenzie: You don’t say. MacKenzie looked at him skeptically, then held up the tricorder for him to see. MacKenzie: You’ve got a lot of tissue damage, a concussion, mild radiation poisoning and you’ve lost a lot of blood. Greaves: ::cracking a wry smile through pain:: See, I knew this was just another Tuesday. MacKenzie was not amused. MacKenzie: Let’s start with the radiation poisoning… She loaded a hypospray of Hyronalyn and pressed it against his neck. MacKenzie: The leg is going to take a little bit of work - I’m going to irrigate and disinfect the wound first, then use a protoplaser to repair the tissue. We’ll have one of the nurses stitch you up when I’m done. … let me know if the pain is too much. I know you’ve already been given some sedatives, and I don’t want to overload you. The soft hiss of the hypospray was reassuring. oO Sure beats needles Oo Wes thought to himself as his nausea subsided greatly. The relief from some of the unpleasantness registered on his face. Greaves: Ah, that’s the good st…. The Marine didn’t finish the thought as an unexpected wave of pain burst in his leg. MacKenzie had flushed the wound and removed a few small bits of debris, then started the work of repairing the leg. Wes gritted his teeth and looked down as the Doctor went to work. He was pretty sure the pain meds simply had worn off, but his pride resisted saying anything. Besides the pain was only terrible when she was actively poking and prodding the wound, which was only half the time. The other half of the time the pain was just miserable. MacKenzie: So, tell me about what they did to fix you up… She knew the answer already - the rudimentary stitches spoke volumes, but wanted to keep him talking and distracted. Wes opened his mouth to offer a reply but closed it again in a grimace as the Doctor began some of the tissue regeneration. After a second or two he was able to get used to the new sense of grating on his nerve endings. Greaves: ::slightly strained:: Honestly, I’m not exactly sure. One of the doctors down on the surface gave me a few shots. You know, all old school like. Needles and all. Then he grabbed a needle and some wire and stitched the wound closed. Past that, no idea what he did. It worked alright. Cleared my head, took away the pain ::trailing off:: Wes shuddered again and shifted his weight from one side of the bed to the other. To hell with it. He was going to ask. Greaves: All right Ma’am. You win. Can I have something for the pain? That, or grab a hatchet and take the whole damn leg quick. Addison’s brow furrowed as she started to look around Sickbay for a lost piece of equipment. MacKenzie: I seem to have left my hatchet at home… ::shrugging:: Lucky for you, I guess. Pain getting to you? Wes chuckled softly. The joke and the resulting laughter helped, even if not much. Greaves: Sorry. It can be tough to maintain a composure when someone is actively digging around in my insides. MacKenzie offered a soft smile as she loaded a hypospray with a dose of Rexlin that was just strong enough to offer relief, but not enough to knock him out. MacKenzie: You should begin to feel some relief now... Wes frowned. The medication immediately dulled some of the pain, but didn’t take it away altogether. Greaves: Good enough doc. The day really was getting to him and eating away at his usual professionalism. Maybe he was closer to his breaking point than he had thought. Typically picking a fight with a starship’s CMO was a bad idea. Doing so while one had medical instruments in and around a large open wound was just asking for it. Wes quickly attempted to change the topic and pointed at the wound in his thigh. A wound dangerously close to some of his more sensitive organs. Greaves: ::Pointing near his crotch:: How’s it looking down there doc? Is it going to leave a scar? I hear chicks dig scars. The pregnant silence that followed the comment pressed deeply against Wes’s already frayed psyche. He silently promised to himself he would just shut up going forward. There was simply no need to talk. Ever. Again. She locked eyes with him for what she was sure was an uncomfortable amount of time, then cleared her throat in a very deliberate manner. MacKenzie: I don’t think there’s any cause for concern. ...everything...looks alright, and I think any scarring will be minimal. MacKenzie finished the tissue repair and stood back to examine her work. Satisfied, she motioned for one of the nurses to come over and close the wound. Addison made it a point to occasionally observe the work of the doctors and nurses under her charge, and to note their strengths and weaknesses. As the nurse worked on the sutures, she continued to press Greaves. MacKenzie: And about the part where Doctor Alieth snuck off the shuttle… Greaves: Well Ma’am, I didn’t exactly see her depart. We had a brief. . . ::pause:: conversation about my ability to remain on mission. I boarded the shuttle, and when we closed up the ramp and left, Ensign Alieth was no longer on the shuttle with us. MacKenzie: A mistake? Greaves: I know the Ensign. She’s not one to make mistakes. She knew what she was doing. MacKenzie: ::flatly:: I have no doubt. What did you two discuss? Greaves: Well ma’am, like I said, it was a conversation about my fitness to remain on duty. MacKenzie: No doubt she ordered you back to the ship and you protested... Wes frowned again. The medication had begun to work as advertised, but he now felt a new sense of discomfort under the stern gaze of the intimidating redhead. The woman knew what had transpired on the surface. Now he was sure of it. Greaves: I see. Ensign Alieth must have had enough time to forward on some of her . . . recommendations to you. I assume to ensure that I followed them? MacKenzie: Well, you’re here, aren’t you? You’re going to keep your leg, so it sounds like we both did our jobs today. Greaves: I can’t argue with results ma’am. I’ll try to take it easy for the next few days. ::Smiling warmly:: Maybe I’ll keep PT down to only a half marathon. Addison picked up a PADD and made some notes to the officer’s file, then shook the device at him. MacKenzie: I’ll make sure I send this over to Major Parker with my recommendations, that way if anything happens, you’ll have us both to deal with. In the meantime, try to get some rest and I’ll send someone by to check on you in a little bit. [End] --- Lieutenant Commander Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS Chief Medical Officer USS Thor V239601AM0 & 2nd Lieutenant Wes Greaves Marine Officer USS Thor - NCC 82607 E239702WG0

Here's Kali, in the same dress from her first promotion ceremony...

After having scoured every clothes shop on the Starbase Romyana finally decided on a dress that she likes. She already tried it on ahead of the big day and does a twirl of excitement! "I'm ready. I can't wait for the Awards Ceremony. It will be such fun!"

On her free time from her work, Hayley came along for the ride

Ayiana looking stunning as ever in a black strapless number!

All dressed up and no where to run!

Party Sirok...

Oh right, how could I forget about Archer's Theme?! I love it!!

If we're expanding it, I'm a huge fan of Archer's theme. Might be even better than Voyager's theme in my humble opinion.

My captain making me an appreciation... wooooo

Ive heard both of them a handful of times... and for the life of me... I couldnt describe what they sounded like if you asked me. They have no substance to them as far as themes go. That doesnt make them good themes (even if they might be otherwise competent pieces of music). Meanwhile after one or two viewing of any other Trek show I could describe and hum each of their themes.

Noa decided to be just slightly more outgoing than usual at the ceremony, so here she is!

Sheila Bailey coming down the red carpet with her crutches. She want's to compliment everyone on how they look.

German was just about to head out towards the red carpet, but his mother stopped him and now she's his plus 1. It wasn't his choice. Mrs. Galven: My son is single in case anyone was wondering... I would like grandchildren!

Alieth being a chirpy vulcan as usual

I didn't see a Red Carpet thread so I wanted to start one! Let's show off those fancy "formal" avatars. Here is Quentin at the BAFTAS...erm...Embassy banquet...

Mark Two explaining his family is the most adorable thing ever, also this is a wicked awesome family

Oh I just noticed, Faith of the Heart was not composed by Dennis McCarthy. (Also apparantly the Enterprise version is titled 'Where My Heart Will Take Me")... but its a reused song from Patch Adams. It was composed by Diane Warren.

I like the ethereal sound to Disco and Picard! Almost like an optimistic sound to them?

Even if my fav show is DS9, the Voyager theme with the visuals just made the game for me. Still the most GORGEOUS intro in my opinion. I've TNG one quite close to this too since it was my first trek show. In any case.... I'm... concerned about you and THAT sing along song *shivers* 😜

Y'all missed the best theme of all! 🤣

Just wait til the Juneau Ginger gang rolls in!

Nyka Wyss, hoping she doesn't trip in those heels.

First time actually dressing to impress this year. Esa's keepin' it classy! 👌

Melody, all dolled up and ready for her close up!

Sal is going for serious this year, while Cade is just surprised he was invited...

Juneau's own Artinus Serinus sporting traditional Magna Roman formal attire.

And here we have Dr. Karise Indobri from the Juneau showing off her finest.

Here’s Thalas snazzing it up!

Here's Ishka rocking it in a stunning emerald green halter number.

Aria pretends she doesn't like to dress up, but don't let that fool you ...

@Quen Deena has a special ability to write very subtle yet emotionally realistic characters. The impact of discovery and the insight of a community leader concerned about the ramifications of what she has just discovered is perfectly reflected in this SIM and it is clear that there is much more going on inside Flynn's mind than what she says or what is written. A character development worthy of reading, emotional and frankly well composed. Congratulations Quen! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ((Transmitter Room, Vel Maijan Subterra)) A new voice broke through the interference. Brodie: =/\= Commander…it’s Brodie. You mentioned new friends…how is the situation at the colony? Are you able to confirm they sent the signal? =/\= Teller: =/\= In a manner of speaking, Counselor. Apparently the distress signal was originally sent by the leader of the original colony....approximately seventy years ago. That mans granddaughter & current head of the colony apparently got it restarted a few weeks ago when the seismic disturbances returned. =/\= Brodie: =/\= Do we know how many colonists we’re looking at? =/\= Ellen listened, a disinterested expression on her face despite her interest in who exactly this new person was. Teller: =/\= Wait one, we haven't had the chance to conduct a census and our tricorders are nearly useless down here. =/\= Teller nodded in her direction. Ellen knew the number off the top of her head - saw it every day, updated it with every birth, every death... Flynn: =/\= One hundred ninety-three. =/\= Kells: =/\= Almost two hundred? We can accommodate them easily. =/\= Flynn: oO Accomodate? What the hell? Oo Teller: =/\= We'll get that equipment setup as soon as we get it, sir. =/\= Kells: =/\= Good. On the double, Commander. I'll see you soon. Thor, out. =/\= The room hung with an eerie silence once the comm clicked off. Ellen watched Teller lean back from the console, taking his sweet time about it, too. Answers were needed, and answers she was going to get. He considered something for a moment, her eyes burning virtual holes in the back of his head, and then spoke. Teller: Ms. Flynn, is there a place we can speak privately? Flynn: My office - right down the corridor, second door on the left. Teller: Very well, I'll join you in a moment. She nodded tersely as the commander began assigning his team to various tasks. On her way out the room, she paused next to Armiger, lurking near the edge. Flynn: Keep an eye on them - I think they’ll need it. Armiger: Response _________ ((Flynn’s Office)) After Starfleet’s reaction to the colony, she was curious to see Teller’s reaction to her office. It was a tight space, sparsely furnished like the rest of the colony. The desk (partially supported by the wall) was clear except for a couple of partially-functioning computer pads, with just enough space in front of it for a visitors’ chair and a sliding door - which she’d currently left open. There was just enough room between the desk and the opposite wall to walk behind to her own seat. Against the back wall hung a few shelves of record books and a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of slate with the number ‘193’ written in chalk and circled. Ellen gestured to the door as Teller entered. He seated himself opposite her once he’d closed it. Teller: Thank you, Ms. Flynn. You helped us get back in touch with our ship, and I owe you an explanation but before I start - I have one very important question for you. It may sound absurd but, please, humor me. Flynn: ::dryly:: I’ll try. Teller: Ellen....what year is it? Ellen stared for a moment, blinking. Had he really just asked her that? Flynn: What year is it? 2234. Teller blinked. Teller: Ellen...this is going to be difficult to hear, but it's the truth. The current calendar year is 2397. I understand that, from your perspective, this colony has only experienced about seventy years of linear time since your grandfather sent that distress call. In actuality, that was nearly two hundred years ago. According to the history books, this colony - in fact, this entire world, vanished without a trace in 2164. Twenty-three ninety-seven. The pieces were falling into place now. No wonder they’d arrived with more tech than a small starship…. And all their talk about ‘temporal’ this and ‘chronitons’ that. She could have kicked herself - she should have guessed it earlier! Temporal/time… Chronitions/chron/time… It was right there, staring her in the face, and she never in her wildest dreams would have guessed. Twenty-three ninety-seven. Two hundred and thirty some-odd years. How could that even be possible? Something straight out of Wells, that was it… Flynn: oO Holy hell, you can’t make this stuff up… Oo I see. She kept her response plain, her face carefully neutral. Teller continued: Teller: Unfortunately, there's more. The quakes your grandfather experienced, and the ones that began again here a few weeks ago, appear to be a sign that this world is about to vanish again. I won't lie to you - we don't fully understand this phenomena, and we're in no position to try to stop it. We need to get you and your people off this planet and out of this system as soon as possible. Leave?! Some hab domes, maybe a little terraforming equipment, an answer to what in the hell that reptile thing was wreaking havoc down in the tunnels. That’s what they’d been looking for from the Federation. A status update and a bit on ongoing support. Instead… this. Flynn: So not only are we a hundred and sixty-something years ahead of where we should be, now we have to leave our home? Teller: I doubt this is the kind of help you hoped for when you sent that distress call, but I can promise you that you'd be more than welcome into the Federation - your people could be resettled entirely on some new world and left to their own devices, or you could go back to Earth - see how we've managed over the last few centuries. I think you'd be pretty happy with what you found there. Ellen sat back. It was a hell of a proposition, either way. Leaving the planet was… not exactly what she’d had in mind. Not even a possibility she’d considered. Flynn: ::quietly:: Doesn’t seem like there’s much of an option… ::normal:: You know - when we left the Federation, it was just a loose collection of planets that could barely agree on what to call themselves… It would be nice to return to our original purpose- As the two discussed the future of the colony, heavy footsteps thundered against the metal flooring outside. Barely a second after they stopped, a sharp knock rattled the door. Ellen held up a hand to pause the conversation and called them inside. Juan and Constable Murphy still had most of their EV suits on - and from the panting and beads of sweat, Ellen guessed they had just sprinted back from wherever it was they found the pile of junk carried between them. Pieces of what appeared to be some kind of tubing snapped like crackers, the exposed internal circuitry giving off weak, blue-white sparks. Others were melted and fused together. EC-31 at work here, too… It had to be. Nothing else she knew could have destroyed something on this level. Teller’s eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and dismay. He studied the wreckage for a moment, before picking up a dark box that was largely untouched, save a few scratches and dents. Evidently, it had no appeal to the creatures. Teller tapped his badge, and spoke. Teller: =/\= Teller to Kells - Sir, we've got a new problem. =/\= While Teller conferred with his ship, Ellen turned to the two men. She'd sent three people. There were two in front of her now... Flynn: Leni? The constable shook his head. Ellen pulled her lips between her teeth, focused on a scratch on the desk, and gave a heavy nod. She picked up a nub of chalk, and turned to the count board. She pulled her sleeve halfway up her palm, rubbed out the ‘3’, and replaced it with a ‘2’. If anything could make her decision for her… Flynn: I’ll speak to her family later. Thank you, gentlemen. Get yourselves sorted - we may be needing you again later. As the two men left the cramped space, Teller had finished communicating with the ship and closed the channel. Flynn: So? Teller: Response Well, that wasn’t good. Flynn: I see. And let me guess, ::gesturing to the pile of debris:: that was your only way out of here? Teller: Response Ellen’s eyes widened - that was definitely not good... Flynn: As in - to the surface? Everyone? Teller: Response Another unthought-of scenario ran through Ellen’s mind. Getting everyone to the surface - everyone - would be literally impossible, given the colony’s current supply levels. Twenty suits, that’s all they had. Well, nineteen now... Flynn: I’m going to be frank with you, Mister Teller. We don’t have enough suits for that. And I’ll be damned if we’re leaving anyone behind. Teller: Response Tag/TBC __________ Ellen Flynn Colony Leader Vel Maijan Subterra E239602QD0