Futa Generation - Dust, Rock and Tombs
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				Title: <strong>Futa Generation - Dust, Rock and Tombs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:57:37</strong>
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				The entrance of the team came with a low hum and sprinkling of blue as the teleporter neatly deposited them into the lifeless valley. A brief flash of colour in an otherwise dry and colourless land. Kathryn barely allowed the transport to complete before stepping forward, her boots crunching the gravel beneath as she cautiously scanned the area. With a long dark dress covering her new appendage, the captain was determined to set aside the strangeness of the ship for the current mission. No matter how thrilling the last few moments on the ship might've been. <br><br>Such thoughts caused a familiar stir within her dress however, thoughts which had the captain quickly shaking her head in an effort to dispel such mischievous musings of Andrea Light for now; a difficult task seeing was she right there. Kathryn had to remain focused on the mission.<br><br>Surrounding the party stood several towering mountains, with scattered rocks jutting from the landscape, their surfaces worn smooth with age. Even the earth showed little signs of life, with the ground both sallow and riddled with cracks. Despite the evident lack of life however, there remained a few obvious indications that the land was once inhabited. The remnants of civilization were both ingrained in the mountains, in the form of massive stone doors and ominous statues, and the landscape, in the form of a few neatly aligned rocks which were clearly once tall pillars.<br><br>"Alright Chief P'Trell, take the lead," the captain offered with a smile and flowing gesture of her hand, "I'm eager to see what steps you'll take." Even if she retained the highest rank, Kathryn preferred to only exercise it in extreme cases. And this assignment, despite a few noted dangers by the ship's scans, appeared straightforward enough to let another hold the reigns for now. In the end, while not patently obvious, the true objective of the mission was simply to get her mind and perhaps others' off the current predicament afflicting the crew. Although she did hold some small hope that they might find a clue as to their location on the dead planet.<br><br>As far as she could tell, there were only a few options to take. Neither of which were earth shattering but at least they'd have some direction during the course of the assignment.<br><br>They could either attempt scavenging the ruins around them, in the hope they might find something useful sketched on the pillars or amongst the rubble of stone where structures likely once stood. A bit of scanning might even pick up something the ship scanner's missed, like life or maybe even technology. Kathryn had her doubts of the success this course might have but the chances, even if incredibly slim, were there.<br><br>The team could also attempt to open one of the tombs built into the mountain. What they'd find inside was anyone's guess but beside holding the greatest chance of picking up on anything useful, it also held the greatest chance of danger. Such structures could house traps or other unseen dangers. Kathryn was pretty sure the most prudent action would be to advise against their opening but even so she could not deny her own curiosity. Who could tell what treasures might be hidden within the mountain? If the Chief decided to take this route however, Kathryn would be sure to take charge again. <br><br>There might have been a few other options but the captain couldn't think of any at the current time. For all she knew, Chief P'Trell might even take an unexpected route.<br><br>Whatever the Chief decided had to be soon however as Kathryn recalled what Lieutenant Alessca mentioned about the sand hallucinatory substance. With that in mind, she hastily pressed her hand to her comm, "First officer, please notify us of any dangers the ship's scanner might pick up. I'd feel safer knowing you're all up there watching over us in the instance we can't trust our own eyes." Even with the thick layer of sand dominating the upper atmosphere, Kathryn surmised the scanners should at least be able to provide some support for the away team.<br>
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