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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Tony speaks at almost the exact same moment as Cybil, "Holy shit!"

The Chief gives a low, appreciative whistle at the sheer size of the thing. He tries to recall anything bigger that he's seen as he lets himself drift to and catch hold of a wall. The only thing that comes to mind is the Halo constructs and the Ark where they were forged, all of those easily larger than Luna.

Exploring all of that was going to be... difficult.

And it also reminds him of the Flood. Nice.

"I'm going to hold on to something, I don't know how this tub will handle a re-entry," he says, a heads-up-this-might-not-be-fun to the others. He's looking out for them already, if any of them could potentially get slammed around in here and injured before they're even groundside it'll make things that much worse.

The doctor grabs his stethoscope to keep it around his neck, floating upside down somewhere near Cybil's head. He just sort of gawps at first. Then he has the near-to-uncontrollable urge to quote Star Wars.

No, no, shouldn't do it. He'll probably get punched by someone who gets the reference.

What's the next witty remark default mode? Medicine! Of course!

"It looks like a pancreas sort of." He tilts his head. "A black and green pancreas with horrible growths though...."

It occurs to him for the first time just then to wonder if the ship is not so much damaged as diseased. Neglected by the absence of the previous crew and maybe dying as such. Perhaps Stacy was calling on podlings as emergency measures like the body finally burning up it's fat reserves in the throes of starvation.

He's going to have to mention that to the rest of the GUTFOOH team later. Actually, once they have gravity again, he'll write it down so someone else can deliver the message just in case he gets eaten by something vicious down there.

"HOLY S*BLEEP*T"

Make a note crew. THat is possibly the only time you'll hear him curse for the rest of the time you're stuck on Stacy.

"...damn." The words were almost a whisper off his lips. He didn't spend much time gaping, taking heed of the Chief's warning. he looked around for something steady to hold on to, or something for the crew to strap in to. They were about to hit the atmosphere at any moment.

Stacy was truly unlike anything Samus had seen before. She looked only briefly, though, before turning around to look down at their destination out one of the windows.

Dick hadn't really been ready for the artificial gravity to cut out. On the one hand, it was damned cool. On the other? He preferred his own way of flying. A lot more control.

"Grabbing onto something stable would be a good idea," he called out, doing his best to grab onto one of the seats. "If you need help, call out now. I'm sure there are those among us who have experience operating in this kind of environment. Not going to let anybody get hurt if possible."

That dire warning is somewhat circumvented by Leela kicking across the room and flipping end over end as she does it.

"Wheeeee!"

Way to deal with this carefully there, Leels.

"Check it! I'm in an Ang Lee movie."

Worf grabs onto...something. He doesn't care to think about what it actually is while he looks at Stacy.

"It's massive...I've never seen a spacefaring vessel that large."

Ok, even Cale has to admit that is, if not impressive, definitely surprising. "Neither have I," he said, agreeing with Worf as he stared wide-eyed out the window.

"I suppose this means that more of the ship has been locked away from us than we had previously anticipated," muses Spock entirely casually as he dangles from some of Stacy's organic piping.

Cassie had been silent since being grabbed by those tentacles. She thought she would at least get to say goodbye to Jonas, have time to mentally prep, but no they were all just snatched.

And then there was space and it was amazing and then the gravity cut out and...

"Wow."

Geoff yelps, flailing, and promptly starts spinning across the room. The sudden motion scaring him even more. "Help!"

He's not entirely sure which disturbs (okay, scares) him more, the lack of secure ground under his feet or the size of Stacy.

Probably both.

"Just grab on something!" Kate ordered, trying to get something for purchase to hang on to. Her physical training sort of helped to keep her from bouncing around too much. If she stayed away from the middle at least she won't get stuck.

Though the sight of the actual ship and the lack of gravity was really doing a number on her stomach.

For his part, Billy thought this turn of events was just fantastic. First they'd been suddenly lifted into the air as gravity's forces fell away, and then they'd seen the exterior of the grand ship that had been their home all this time. It was unsettling, but very much worth seeing. So they had more to explore after all...

Billy's musing is interrupted by the reasonable thought that he should anchor himself. Carefully propelling himself to a nearby wall, he secures his glasses and morpher and hangs on for dear life. For all the excitement of the mission, there were few things he hated more about Rangering than a rough landing.

Javert, who has never, ever been unsteady on his feet-- not since he had grown into his height, at least-- was looking slightly less panicked than Chaucer, but still, for him, terrified. He grabbed hold of something and debated simply shutting his eyes and clinging to the wall until his feet stayed on the ground. He then decided that that was in no way stoic or impressive.

"I do not like space travel." He decided, firmly.

The instant his feet started to leave the floor, Mal was making a grab to hold onto something. What he really wasn't expecting was to see the damned ugly ship they were on and the sheer size. Perhaps that is why, when he spoke lowly, it was in a rush. "Ō, zhè zhēn shì gè kuàilè de jìnzhăn- what th' ruttin' hell is that supposed to be?"

"Chaucer, I'm going to get you to a wall. When I do, grab onto it."

The Chief shifts in his spot clinging to what was the "floor" of Obs Deck, checks his angle and trajectory, plans his jump, and then kicks off, heading for Chaucer at a relatively easy speed. He doesn't want to hit the other man hard enough to hurt him, especially in his suit like this.

He catches Geoff around the torso, shifting slightly as the collision turns his straight shot into a slow roll. He bends one knee to try to modify the speed of the spin so he'll take the impact rather than Chaucer, because being slammed into a wall by a thousand pounds of Spartan isn't pleasant at any velocity. They're drifting toward a lower spot on one of the Obs Deck "walls". If all goes according to plan, they'll hit sideways and be able to get ahold of something before bouncing off.

Plays wooped in surprise, then laughed and pushed himself off of a wall with both feet, doing flips through air. Of course, he spoiled the effect by ramming into the far wall, but it was awesome.

"An' they told me I'd never be an astronaut!"

Picard found himself now upside-down (relative to his previous position), still in a seated position, with his arms crossed and a bemused expression on his face. "Miss Bennett, are you all right?" he asked, aware that Cybil had most likely never experienced zero-gravity.

"Uh."

She has to think about that for a minute.

"...No."

Picard almost laughed at that, but avoided doing so for Cybil's sake. Instead, he unfolded his arms, holding one out toward the young woman. "Here, take my hand," he offered.

He tried really very hard not to squeak when Chief grabbed him, Chaucer really did.

He wasn't entirely sure if he succeeded, but that was okay, because at that point he was focusing very hard on what Chief told him to do. Grab the wall when you hit the wall.

He was a good foot soldier, simple orders like that, he could do.

So he did, and clung for dear life. "Dear Lord in heaven, what have I done to deserve this?"

Cybil grabs on Picard's hand and holds on for dear life.

"This is nuts," she says, trying to get herself to stop spinning. "I still don't get how some of you people can jump right into this without hardly batting an eyelash. Even trying to keep it cool while leading, I've had 'this is nuts, this is nuts, this is nuts' on repeat in my head, like a broken record."

"Yeah, I hear that. My first time in space was awesome-but-slightly-horrifying too."

Doc planted his feet to the ceiling in true ninja fashion and once secured reached a hand down to touch Cybil's shoulders and keep her from pulling another somersault.

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