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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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?

"...Why's he crying?"

A pause.

"Is he as much of a girl as Cale?"

"Oh right, now you think bickering is a waste of time. Never mind that's all the adults did in that thing you call a meeting," Cale retorted, folding his arms over his chest with a hmmph.

He then glanced over at Chaucer before turning his attention back to Leela and giving her an accusing look. "I don't know, maybe your new boyfriend scared him. Happy?"

He paused.

"And I'm not a girl," he added, mumbling.

Worf ignores the crying man. Humans are strange and emotional creatures after all. Instead, he crosses his arms and stares Cale down.

"I am married, thank you." He pauses, then shakes his head. "And speak up. If you have something to say, say it. Do not mumble under your breath." Yeah, Worf is kind of a grumpy jerk sometimes.

"There are more appropriate times to air such grievances," Spock cuts in, "I believe we would be better served by discussing strategy in light of our mission."

"He's an author and this is the first time any human from his reality has seen this sight. Let him be." The Middleman replies to Leela.

"And Cale? As some would put it? Act your age, not your shoe size."

When the familiar Power Morpher was deposited into his hand, any observers at the time might have noticed a streak of blue lightning shoot up his arm. As the Power reunited with his body once again, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace and confidence. The feeling was muted somewhat by the dormancy Stacy had forced on the device, but he felt ready to conquer anything. And there was only one word to describe the sight before them. "Prodigious."

Snapping back from the awe of a new world to the present, the now (temporarily) restored Blue Ranger offers a sympathetic glance to Chaucer. "Affirmative. Our entire situation has been quite a paradigm-shattering experience for all of us, but especially for those who come from times and places where space travel was never even possible. In my time, it wasn't all that long ago that people believed that the Earth was flat."

"Actually, most people stopped believing the world was flat by about 3rd or 4th century, BC, though that theory was still pushed forward by the church."

Leon was still in a rather quiet state of awe about this. It was helping him to talk about something else.

"If there's animal life down there, then there's bound to be fresh water and vegetation. While we're there, we should gather up some fresh fruit, and some fresh meat. It would do everyone some good to have some real food in them for a change."

Not that he had been there long, but one taste of that slop in the mess hall was already one too many.

"Hell, there are still people who are trying to put the theory forward." Dick was as relaxed as he could be in all this. Getting angry wouldn't help, no matter how tempting it was. He didn't have enough information to do more than stay calm and handle things as they came. "Doesn't really matter, though. Seeing this? Never really gets old. It's a good reminder of just why we do the things that we do."

"That's the timeframe I was referencing. Relative to Earth's history, though, two thousand years is a remarkably short period. And the point about continued belief in a fringe theory is true also."

Billy then lapses into silence and, mind reeling with the possibilities that await them on the planet coming into view. This, he thinks, is worth the trip. He silently agrees with Nightwing about the reaffirming of their purpose.

Elle was still grinning, but now a little impatiently. She was getting antsy just watching the green surface drifting so close, and yet too, too far. "When do we get to check it out?"

She craned her neck, in a giddy, apprehensive mood, like a kid about to finally enter Disneyland. "I wonder what lives there. I bet there'll be giant dragonflies or something crazy like that. Or... Dinosaurs." She giggled, then quickly took it back. "I'm not serious, it just looks kind of like the island in Jurassic Park. But wouldn't that be so cool?"

Getting dizzy from all the excitement, Elle wondered what happens when you electrocute a dinosaur.

"...not really." At least not according to the reports he read regarding Ibis island.

"I agree that dinosaurs would be a bad thing here. Getting real food's a lot better than *being* something's food you know?"

The Chief has his armor back.
The Chief. Has. His armor. Back.
It was really strange being dressed by Stacy, but the familiar weight of the MJOLNIR suit on his body is easily THE most reassuring thing that he's experienced this entire time. He notices that for now it is not online. When it is, it'll take him a moment or two to readjust to the thought-to-motion threshold again. He's looking forward to it.

The Spartan returns to the group, unrecognizable. Seven feet of green-and-black metal scarred from recent battles, rendered faceless by a mirrored orange-gold faceplate. The Chief stands straight with shoulders squared, he's only gained two inches in height but he seems even bigger somehow. Perhaps it's the sudden rush of confidence.

He salutes the room at large, but mostly the Captain.

"This is SPARTAN-One-One-Seven, reporting for duty."

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