trans_9 | Mission 01: Recovery [Briefing]

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Mission 01: Recovery [Briefing]

The Meeting is interrupted.

There is a resounding mental alarum that sounds through the ship. Nearly "deafening." Lights flash from places for extra emphasis, making it impossible to ignore.

||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||

They can hear it through the meeting bubble and Jaime drops it.

It's entirely likely that she won't stop repeating the announcement until, well, everyone reports to Obs Deck. The mouth in the huge statue opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.

The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, marled blue and green, are as follows:

Planet Designation: Earth-534A342Z
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: No.
Water: 82% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Similar to Earth's Mediterranean climates/desert climates in some areas. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Varied. Lightning storms plague the plains and mountain plateaus. Tectonic upheaveal.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Blue with orangeish-gold clouds (clouds ride rather low in the sky due to gravity being stronger and therefore reflect the colors on the surfaces of the plateaus.
Sun: A class M5V, a red dwarf star.

Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous.

Mission: Track escape pod vessels with the scanners provided. Manually activate recovery processes. Return to Main Planet Pod.

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Following that, there is a table displaying the escape pods--they looked like little bugs or maybe giant beans. Something between plant and insect.

||Attention, podmates. Attention.||

Apparently Stacy wants their attention.

||It is critical that you pay attention at this time.||

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Javert struggles for his usual composure, almost dumbstruck by the sight before him. The stars, well, he had been able to ignore those; This, though, he knew he would remember for a very long time.

"In the true definition of the word, I believe." He responds to Elle.

"I feel violated," Tim mutters, shuddering a little at the tentacle-grab. They write porn like that, you know. He looks out over the world... and misses home. It's not like he's seen Earth from space that often, but he's been off-planet before, and has always enjoyed the sight. "Earth is better," he says with a slight sigh.

Doc didn't think Earth from space was all that great. Then again, the first, last and only time Doc was in space he was much too preoccupied with fighting RoboDracula and trying not to die from being burned up in the atmosphere on re-entry to really enjoy the view.

"I'll have to take your word on that." he says quietly to Tim.

This planet is nothing like what he recalls of Earth, and it's probably very dangerous and all that on the surface, but the initial view is breathtaking if nothing else.

"It... uh... kinda looks like Earth. If you squint."

Tony tilts his head to one side, squinting.

The tentacles release them all. The ship is slowly moving in close, as if it's not so good maneuvering near large objects, maybe because of its size, and thus has to do it very slowly.

Maybe part of it is giving them a moment to see the beautiful sight before them. Who knows how Stacy's mind really works.

"The view of a planet from space never ceases to make me wonder," Picard commented. "In the end, we are all so small. And yet, despite that, or perhaps even in spite of it, a single soul can do so much."

Picard set his hand on the window before him, as if trying to touch the world as they approached it. "It is an incredible and humbling sight," he mused.

The special suit makes it a little harder to bounce eagerly, but there is a definite lift to Allen's step as he leans against the window, looking at all that planetary glory waiting to be explored. Picard's confirmation just helps.

"I always kinda wanted to try being an astronaut," he adds. It's a lot less eloquent, but it'll do.

Worf grunts.

"Space walking is not all it is cracked up to be. Believe me." He checks his phaser and tricorder again. Yep, still in working order. And his mek'leth is where it's supposed to be.

Smug Mal? Never.

With pistol in his hand the Captain gives it a brief look over before returning it to the holster strapped to his side. "Just remember the small little pieces of metal, fabric, an' plastics that keep you from gettin' th' life sucked out of you." Giving a toothy grin and a slight raise of his brows, Mal went back to crossing his arms to wait and watch. "Ever get off of here and I'll let you try helpin' patch up Serenity, kid," he said to Allen.

"Good God, it's beautiful," says Cybil, next to Picard, her hand on the window, her blue eyes sparkling with...something. "I..."

She blinks, and then admits something that might not make a whole lot of sense to most, but it had to do with that 'I came from hell on Earth' thing she'd spoken of.

"I think I forgot." Her voice is more distant. "That it could be."

But why is this all so familiar?

She'd never been in space before. Before all this.

...had she?

When that thing had...possessed her down near the gate she'd seen such strange things. Things she wasn't sure were memories or not.

Picard turned to Cybil, mild surprise on his face. The surprise quickly became a warm smile, however, and he moved his hand from the window to her shoulder. "At the very least," he said, "one can take refuge in such beauty, if we are to go on more missions like this, Miss Bennett." He turned to regard the view once more as the planet grew closer.

"I swear I will do everything within my power to return everyone home. Many have said they have tasks that yet need to be done. Others still have family and loved ones waiting for them." The bald captain chuckled, only now fully appreciating the irony and humor of his situation.

"And yet, I ... I am on the same mission I was on before, leading through new worlds and new civilizations. Exploring new things and discovering new ideas ... Stacy never took me from my mission. She simply shifted my focus."

"Not that she can be trusted, but this--this part, seeing this, is nice."

She shake her head, still looking out--still looking a the backdrop of stars behind the planet and it's own nearby star.

"I could see this every day. It feels like...a dead end where I'm from."

It is a dead end. There is no home for her to go back to. Just cold fog, blood and rot, and fire. Even if they could get home, would she just be put back where and when she'd been, in the grasp of Silent Hill?

Cybil tries not to think about it. The crew has to be protected. They have to be returned to their homes, and it will be done. If that means she has to get sent home too, well...

She'll try to ~~burn that bridge down~~ cross that bridge when she comes to it.

Instead of anything maudlin, there's a slight, cavalier grin. "I'm starting to wonder if I was born a few centuries too early, a few universes too far away, if there are ones out there where this could've been an everyday thing."

"Then you might also be able to consider it a privilege, having an oppurtunity to see such a sight at all." Spock remarks, "There are those even in our time who will never see their own planet from orbit."

Jean's gaze was focused on the planet and a smile slowly began to form on her lips. It was lovely, and in a way comforting. Like the others had said before, it in a way reminded her of the images she'd seen of Earth.

Looking over at Spock, her eyebrow arched. "Perhaps you're right - though I think a lot of us would like the view a lot more if we'd seen it under different circumstances."

She shrugged her shoulders though and turned back to the view of the planet. "It is lovely though..."

Cale made no secret about rolling his eyes at everyone's wonderment and awe at the giant sphere rotating in space outside the observation deck. "It's. A. Planet," he repeated.

"There are only like several hundred billion of them in the entire galaxy. What's next? 'Oh, wow! A grain of sand!'"

"What, is the lack of puppies on the ship getting to you?" Leela chimes up. "Y'know, nothing to kick and everything?"

She claps her hands together.

"Maybe on another mission, Stacy will put us on a planet with people. We can find you some babies. You can steal their candy."

He rolled his eyes again but, this time, coupled it with what had become his trademark scowl.

"Shouldn't you be admiring the size of Bonehead's sword?" he countered. ~~He's not jealous or anything.~~

At the 'stealing candy' line, Wednesday grins evilly and rubs his hands together like a serial film villain.

Gonna rob some infants there, Wednesday?

"Shouldn't you stop being jealous he's got a sword when you don't?" Leela fires back. "Euphemism entirely implied."

Jean groaned and looked over at the two kids who were bickering back and forth. "Alright children," Yes she's totally just gone there. "Just stop already? Seriously, there are way more important things to be doing than bickering amongst ourselves."

"Get a room you two, geez," Paco added. He trying to enjoy the view here! This was his first time in space, and he was just beginning to think that the people on board weren't the only cool things about this abduction.

Picard pointedly ignored the others' bickering for the moment, actually enjoying the conversation with Cybil. "No time is the wrong time to be born, Miss Bennett. But who knows? Your destiny may lie in another universe entirely. It's happened before.

"I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to be a naval officer, perhaps even aboard the HMS Enterprise. No warp drives, no astrometric charts. Just the wind at your back and the stars in the sky to guide you."

Worf glares at Cale the way only Klingons can.

"My name is Lieutenant-Commander Worf. And I am a Klingon." He nods respectfully to Jean Grey. "Doctor Grey is correct. We have more important things to consider."

"I don't know, I'm finding this rather amusing," Wednesday says lightly.

Geoffrey started to cry, in a very manly way perfectly justified by his status as a poet.

God, how would he ever be able to explain this, put this down in words? How could he ever impress the terrifying, awesome magnificence of what he was witnessing right in this moment? How could he ever show this to Philippa, when all he had were such insignificant words?

How could he ever silence these heretic infidels so that he could properly absorb it all?

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