Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 19:00:29 GMT -8
Kealan closed his eyes, letting the soft, warm breeze blow over his features. Though he had no hair to blow in the wind, he could feel the subtle stubble tickling his scalp and it was a welcome change after being stuck inside the Talon, bogged down with the infinitely frustrating task of retrieving his crew. William Hunter was still on board, working tirelessly on the task. Thus far, they had managed to send home most of the alternate versions of themselves, though there was no knowing if they truly made it back correctly. All he knew was that those retrieved to this version of reality were safe and healthy, at least in body. What some had seen had not been pleasant. In addition, there were a handful of their family still unretrievable, but Hunter's team was not about to give up. Having the man on his ship, though, wasn't sitting well with the Captain, and he had security keeping an eye on the scientist, just in case he decided to pull something again.
Opening his eyes, he watched the fields in which he was standing turn more vibrant as the sun rose higher above the horizon. The colors reminded him of two fiery individuals, both of whom were missing, both still in his thoughts. Caroline, who had been so instrumental in their survival during the war, had left Starfleet from what he had heard, and he wished her well. Eilidh had vanished from the ill-fated wedding; where she was, and in what universe, he knew not, but she must have been quite the sight in that dress wherever it was she had appeared.
The Cadets were firmly indoctrinated to their new surroundings, the excitement of shadowing his crew still evident on their young faces. Some were still on the Talon where she remained near DS10, no one wanting to move it for fear of disrupting the final retrieval of the missing crew. Some were on Horisi, working with the cataloging of the planet.
The Horishi were a warp capable species, the planet resting near the rim of the quadrant's famous Racetrack. They seemed a pleasant people, eager to meet his crew and offer their assistance, all with the hopes of someday joining the Federation. It would not be soon, Kealan knew. There were still forces within the organization dead-set against expansion.
Footsteps behind him alerted the Captain that he was no longer alone, and he turned to face the already-familiar face of Kardan, his point of contact. With a long, dangling mustache, elegant upswept ears that almost touched at the tips, copper skin, and a smile that could disarm even Eden Nivans, Kardan was the perfect accompaniment to the beauty of the grasslands. Even his clothing, quilted and embroidered by the most skilled of hands, spoke of his passion for aesthetics.
"Your crew has all arrived safely," Kardan informed Kealan. "The last transport ship is in the garage and will be awaiting your departure whenever you need it."
"Thank you," Kealan replied. "I couldn't have hoped for a more smooth operation."
The Horisite's cheeks turned a darker copper color. "Your crew is in good hands," he smiled. "All that they ask, they will receive." Glancing around, he clapped his hands. "Now, where would you like to start?"
Returning the smile, Kealan pulled out his tricorder. "I've always had a fondness for large farm animals." Pointing with the device toward a distant structure, he raised his eyebrows. "I'm assuming that's a barn?"
"You already have a team there," Kardan nodded. "If you like large, you're in for a pleasant surprise. I'll leave you to it, then. Please notify myself or any of my staff if you need anything."
As Kealan approached the barn, a distinctive smell of manure and grain filled his nose. It was not unpleasant, not really. Walking up behind a member of his crew, he watched the animal within the pen. Large was an understatement.
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Feel free to join/start any thread in the Planetside boards, or you can write for your characters on the ship that is still back near DS10. BTW, it's Tahp and Grace's birthdays.
Opening his eyes, he watched the fields in which he was standing turn more vibrant as the sun rose higher above the horizon. The colors reminded him of two fiery individuals, both of whom were missing, both still in his thoughts. Caroline, who had been so instrumental in their survival during the war, had left Starfleet from what he had heard, and he wished her well. Eilidh had vanished from the ill-fated wedding; where she was, and in what universe, he knew not, but she must have been quite the sight in that dress wherever it was she had appeared.
The Cadets were firmly indoctrinated to their new surroundings, the excitement of shadowing his crew still evident on their young faces. Some were still on the Talon where she remained near DS10, no one wanting to move it for fear of disrupting the final retrieval of the missing crew. Some were on Horisi, working with the cataloging of the planet.
The Horishi were a warp capable species, the planet resting near the rim of the quadrant's famous Racetrack. They seemed a pleasant people, eager to meet his crew and offer their assistance, all with the hopes of someday joining the Federation. It would not be soon, Kealan knew. There were still forces within the organization dead-set against expansion.
Footsteps behind him alerted the Captain that he was no longer alone, and he turned to face the already-familiar face of Kardan, his point of contact. With a long, dangling mustache, elegant upswept ears that almost touched at the tips, copper skin, and a smile that could disarm even Eden Nivans, Kardan was the perfect accompaniment to the beauty of the grasslands. Even his clothing, quilted and embroidered by the most skilled of hands, spoke of his passion for aesthetics.
"Your crew has all arrived safely," Kardan informed Kealan. "The last transport ship is in the garage and will be awaiting your departure whenever you need it."
"Thank you," Kealan replied. "I couldn't have hoped for a more smooth operation."
The Horisite's cheeks turned a darker copper color. "Your crew is in good hands," he smiled. "All that they ask, they will receive." Glancing around, he clapped his hands. "Now, where would you like to start?"
Returning the smile, Kealan pulled out his tricorder. "I've always had a fondness for large farm animals." Pointing with the device toward a distant structure, he raised his eyebrows. "I'm assuming that's a barn?"
"You already have a team there," Kardan nodded. "If you like large, you're in for a pleasant surprise. I'll leave you to it, then. Please notify myself or any of my staff if you need anything."
As Kealan approached the barn, a distinctive smell of manure and grain filled his nose. It was not unpleasant, not really. Walking up behind a member of his crew, he watched the animal within the pen. Large was an understatement.
Tag Any
Feel free to join/start any thread in the Planetside boards, or you can write for your characters on the ship that is still back near DS10. BTW, it's Tahp and Grace's birthdays.