Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on Sept 6, 2014 16:43:42 GMT -8
The Juliet landed as smoothly as ever, undaunted by the damage she'd apparently sustained over the last twenty-four hours. For that, at least, Liz was grateful. Hopefully her take-off procedures would be running just as well, and whatever they found, they could get away from it--or to it--as quickly as ever.
She thumbed the controls for the ramp, listening to the gentle whir of hydraulics as the door lowered, thumping against the sand outside. The wave of hot air that assaulted the inside of the shuttle was a palpable thing, slapping them all in the face despite the fact that they'd not even stepped out yet. For a moment, Liz found herself wishing that this part of the planet had already found solace in night time....
But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride, and it was stupid to focus on that, so she stopped doing it.
Instead, she stood up, pulling a phaser from its place below the console--put there for cases of emergency--and bent down to unbuckle the qis around her calf. She didn't know what they were walking into, and if it was something dangerous, she wanted the knives close to hand. So she buckled them around her waist, threading the strap through a couple loops on her jeans and making sure they'd hold well before tucking the phaser into her pocket. If somebody had any delusions about sneaking up on them, she'd be sure to teach them the lesson they were so sorely begging for.
"Ready?" she asked, already heading for the ramp, pulling a tricorder from its place as she passed a storage locker. She was certain of finding some trace of them, at least, though of what sort she didn't know yet. Something concrete, hopefully, something that would justify the means they'd taken to get here.
She felt slightly bad about not at least giving some form of notice. It probably would have played better in front of a tribunal, too. But hindsight was 20/20, as they said, and it was over now, and despite her misgivings, she couldn't quite muster up any form of remorse about it. In fact, she'd quite happily do it again if it meant she'd find Robin and Kinin, safely where she didn't expect them to be, maybe having a nice drink or something.
A drink. She should have gone and gotten a drink, that's what she should have done, this morning. Coffee, who needed coffee? She wanted to drink herself into oblivion and hope inspiration struck in the midst of it.
As soon as the others were ready, Liz stepped down to the bottom of the ramp. She was quite sure Alyssa would insist upon taking the forward position, given her determination to take responsibility, and she didn't think Grace should be anywhere near the hindmost, that was certain. The poor doctor already looked overwhelmed, and while Liz didn't doubt her courage--if there was one thing all Starfleet officers had to have, it was bravery, and lots of it--she didn't have any delusions about the young woman's general ability to, say, shoot someone and not feel bad about it later.
That left either she or Haywood, and since Haywood didn't look all that keen on the mission either, despite his avowal to be with them, Liz waved him ahead as well. "I'll take the rear," she said, one hand settling against the hilt of her qis and the other curling against the butt of her phaser. She'd be ready this time.
Tag: @grace, Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison
She thumbed the controls for the ramp, listening to the gentle whir of hydraulics as the door lowered, thumping against the sand outside. The wave of hot air that assaulted the inside of the shuttle was a palpable thing, slapping them all in the face despite the fact that they'd not even stepped out yet. For a moment, Liz found herself wishing that this part of the planet had already found solace in night time....
But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride, and it was stupid to focus on that, so she stopped doing it.
Instead, she stood up, pulling a phaser from its place below the console--put there for cases of emergency--and bent down to unbuckle the qis around her calf. She didn't know what they were walking into, and if it was something dangerous, she wanted the knives close to hand. So she buckled them around her waist, threading the strap through a couple loops on her jeans and making sure they'd hold well before tucking the phaser into her pocket. If somebody had any delusions about sneaking up on them, she'd be sure to teach them the lesson they were so sorely begging for.
"Ready?" she asked, already heading for the ramp, pulling a tricorder from its place as she passed a storage locker. She was certain of finding some trace of them, at least, though of what sort she didn't know yet. Something concrete, hopefully, something that would justify the means they'd taken to get here.
She felt slightly bad about not at least giving some form of notice. It probably would have played better in front of a tribunal, too. But hindsight was 20/20, as they said, and it was over now, and despite her misgivings, she couldn't quite muster up any form of remorse about it. In fact, she'd quite happily do it again if it meant she'd find Robin and Kinin, safely where she didn't expect them to be, maybe having a nice drink or something.
A drink. She should have gone and gotten a drink, that's what she should have done, this morning. Coffee, who needed coffee? She wanted to drink herself into oblivion and hope inspiration struck in the midst of it.
As soon as the others were ready, Liz stepped down to the bottom of the ramp. She was quite sure Alyssa would insist upon taking the forward position, given her determination to take responsibility, and she didn't think Grace should be anywhere near the hindmost, that was certain. The poor doctor already looked overwhelmed, and while Liz didn't doubt her courage--if there was one thing all Starfleet officers had to have, it was bravery, and lots of it--she didn't have any delusions about the young woman's general ability to, say, shoot someone and not feel bad about it later.
That left either she or Haywood, and since Haywood didn't look all that keen on the mission either, despite his avowal to be with them, Liz waved him ahead as well. "I'll take the rear," she said, one hand settling against the hilt of her qis and the other curling against the butt of her phaser. She'd be ready this time.
Tag: @grace, Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison