Mission 01 -- Recovery : Planetside: Split up and Fan Out

[cityship]

The door opens to a lush green place. They've landed in a forest glade of some kind. Deciduous in nature, but the leaves are somewhat odd in shape and very, very thick and tall. The grass is a green that's almost a blue.

The sky is blue like a normal sky, but brighter, more vibrant than on Earth. Two moons hang there, so close that they're visible even in the daytime.

The air is fresh and clean-smelling, like after a rain--in fact, the moisture in the air means it may have rained here recently. There's even a cool, light breeze.

Curiously, when they come down the ramp, they'll see that the pod--its umbilical cord spiraling up miles upon miles to meet the ship, floating visibly in the atmosphere--is floating about six inches off the ground.

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[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Up on the ship, Brainy is the first to respond to the comm-call. Instinct, really. When your ring buzzes, you answer.

«Querl Dox here. You're coming in clearly--the comm-rings appear to be operating with full functionality. It appears your teams will be able to remain in contact with one another, and you should be able to maintain contact with the ship.»

They can even hear the background noise of the medical scans, as they bleep and boop away.

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

<<Brainiac 5 here. I suppose there is some advantage in knowing that you will be within easy contact.>> Or at least that's what he's trying to tell himself.

<<I have some data already that I believe you would find interesting. Would the omnicoms be able to send it to you now, or would it be better to wait until after the mission?>>

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Recommend we send at least one person with medical training with each group in case something happens." Bones had made sure each was outfitted with a hypospray along with vials of both sedatives and a general-level high test antibiotic - at least until he could get a better look at them.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Just some? Pff. Tons of advantage.

«Send the data. I've finished tending to Superboy, and he's now convalescing. His concussion is mild.»

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

Why? It's not like they didn't get the better model this mission.

<<Very well.>> A few quick key presses and he downloads the data from his sensors to the omnicom and sends it away.

<<I'll have more after we return. Brainiac 5 out.>>

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

After stepping off the ramp, Cale finds himself standing in the middle of a massive forest that seems to be teeming with plant-life. The air is still damp and a bit muggy, broken only by the slight breeze. Shaking his head, Cale scowls and casts a side-glance at Leela.

"You never take me anywhere nice anymore," he comments before stepping away.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"For the boy who doesn't want to talk to me, you sure do a lot of i--"

Right then, she staggers, nearly tripping over the end of the ramp, holding a hand to her head, her eyes suddenly clouding over with a glossy white. She just...stands there, hand held loosely at her temple, staring at nothing.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Wednesday shuffles over towards Leela, moving to look into her eyes. He has a surprisingly calm look, given the circumstances.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Oh - hold on, vision time."

Allen has also moved towards Leela, and while he isn't as much good as a support beam (brains over brawn, baby!), Irene would kick his ass if he let a teenage version of her best friend get a concussion on an alien planet 'cause a vision made her fall over and he didn't step in to cushion the fall.

"She'll come out of it soon. Give her a minute."

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias flaps hard, out of control, and winds up crashing into the ground at first. Only then does he get righted and take off again. He flys upward, gaining enough altitude to scan the area, wanting to find out what he can about his surroundings and anything that might be ready to attack or anything. He descends then, perching on a low branch near the rest of the group.

Unfortunately, he's going to need to morph to use the communicator. He doesn't need it to talk, but he'll need it to hear the others, as they have no natural thought-speech. He chooses hork-bajir again, deciding that it will be most at home in the wooded area. He flies off a bit, does his morph, then comes back to get the communicator. < No one panic, it's just me. The bird boy. I can move around down here easier in the shape I used during the battle. > he tells them in thought-speech. < Mostly becuase although I don't need this thing to talk to you, nobody can talk back to me without it, and there's no way I can carry it in my real form. >

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing, after some thought, grabs one of the scanners(it seems important) and heads down the ramp. He doesn't seem to be unduly affected by the landing.
<AH HA HA HA HA CAN WE DO ZHAT AGAIN?!> Oops, you're transmitting, Blitzwing. The triplechanger facepalms and tries the comm-ring again.
<Ahem. This is vorking, correct?>
The triplechanger looks around at the scenery for a minute, considers the open space, and then with a mechanical ch-ch-chh transforms into a plane and starts doing loops in the air in what is probably happiness of some sort.

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

Just behind everyone else, Soundwave slowly steps down the ramp, observing the organic scenery before landing with a sigh. Time to scan around. But all that his radar scopes are floras and faunas of different kinds. He grabs a scanner before transforming into a Scion xB. He does hope the tires of the car are suitable for the terrain.

Slowly, he emerges and takes a double take, looking around, before releasing his condor, Laserbeak to scope the environment from above. It squawked loudly, surveying the scenery.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

PLays sniffs at Leela cautiously, "Hey... you OK?"

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

< Just how many robot birds this group have? > Tobias wondered to no one in particular. This was the second he'd seen, the first being that Toxxin guy. < I'm willing to help with the aerial if it's needed, just let me know. >

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

Soundwave faced Tobias before replying.

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Soundwave faced Tobias before replying. <You can scan for aerial with Laserbeak.> And almost immediately, the mechanical condor rose up with him.

<And... he's not just any robotic bird.> Soundwave hinted.

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

< What is he exactly? > he asked as he demorphed for the moment. He'd have to morph back after he finished the scan. He followed Laserbeak up.

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

< He transforms into my weapon. An electric guitar. > He watched them for a while, revving his engines a little. Laserbeak squawked before hovering around Tobias, inspecting him curiously.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was listening, and keeping a lookout.

"Hope she can come out of soon, how's she doing?" Thought she heard some rustling, but it could be just the wind.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"--it, you dumbass."

Staggering again.

"Oh. Hey. Damn. That was a long one."

[goddamnwingman]

Dick had hopped down from the ship easily enough, grabbing a scanner on his way out. Anything that could help. He'd joined in the scanning until Leela became everybody's focus of attention.

He moved up beside her when she came out, though he didn't touch. He'd spent enough time around Omen and Raven to know better. "You okay there?" he asked.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Just the usual brain-fry," she says, and she looks to their fearless leaders.

"Cap'n, uh, there's gotta be a few very subtle...tweaks to the teams you send out or bad shit's gonna go down."

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Picard knew by now to trust a woman's intuition, especially when said intuition was backed by some kind of mental power. Thanks for that, Deanna. "What do you mean?" he asked Leela, folding up his own tricorder and turning to look at her. "What kind of tweaks, and why?"

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"It's...vague. Alls I know is every team needs a medic. That's common sense, but I'm telling you that's it for sure. Nightwing, Robin, and Batman Lite need to be on the same team together. Cybil has to be on the same team as the ninja-doctor. Spock needs to be on the team that goes for this ship."

She points it out on the scanners Stacy provided.

"Elle has to be on the team that goes for this one."

She points out another ship.

"And Worf needs to lead the team that goes for this ship, and Leon needs to be on that team."

She points out one more.

"And much as I would rather not be," is snarled off to the side. She turns back, and rolls her eyes slightly. "I gotta be on the same team as Cale."

A shrug. "None of the rest matters. Whatever you choose. Those matter the most. That's just how it is. It's vague, but...that just seems right."

[outweightheone.livejournal.com]

Spock eyes the ship that she claims he should pitch for. It was of little consequence where he was directed, at least, with regards to what they already knew.

"If the Captain concurs?" he looks to Picard for a sign of confirmation, "Though could you decipher exactly why these people are required at those objectives? Perhaps it pertains to whatever is inside the escape craft?"

Though Stacy had claimed there were no life-signs... He goes back to his tricorder, scanning a wider berth of the planet.

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"I'd suggest doing as she says. When someone eyes go all white like that as a result of a vision when eyes don't naturally do that it's generally a good sign to pay attention."