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Mission 01 - Recovery: Group 4

Worf, Kousaku, River, Billy, Javert, and Leon all set off in the direction that Leela had indicated. They skirted the deeper parts of the forest, and seemed to have pretty easy going.

Something had broken them a trail in mostly the right direction, but what?

Or perhaps a better question was: Who?

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Nightwing chimes in next. « This is Three Lead. That bomb would explain why there's signs of sentient life but not any actual life. And we actually already ran into at least one nasty, but we'll keep our eyes out for more. Hopefully, you're right about the nanites or whatever it was, Five lead.»

Leon hadn't ventured into the clearing, but decided to scout it some from a distance. He climbed up a few branches to get some height, and took a look around with his binoculars.

It looks like some sort of crashed ship, mostly mechanical in nature. Very sleek, like the equivalent of a hovering designer sports car.

Interesting.

"Commander, is this where the pod crashed?"

When Worf checked, that'd be a no.

Worf shook his head, calling back.

"No! It is still some distance. I am going to move close rand investigate the wreckage here." He suits actions to words, moving towards the wrecked ship with some degree caution.

"Understood. I'll cover you." Not that he didn't think Worf couldn't handle himself, but it was best if no one went anywhere by themselves at the moment.

"Are we following?" Suggesting what he wants to do, Billy moves to catch up. The way he edges around the trees and places at least a foot of distance between himself and any sizable object, eying the plants and debris apprehensively, you'd think he thinks anything and everything is going to attack him.

But he definitely longs to, at the minimum, glance over the shipwreck from a distance.

It's a standard hover-car, Worf will see when he gets closer. Just like Mal saw in the city, there are moldy clothes rotting on the seats. There are three smaller smear-spots of moldy clothes in the back--where children perhaps had been sitting.

A child's doll, a sort of lopsided bear-like animal, made of study spill-proof fabric, is sitting there on the seat, also growing mold on its fur, glass eyes staring up at nothing.

Javert was prowling at the back of their party, not entirely secure enough to not believe that something would sneak up on them from behind while the others were fixated on that hunk of worthless metal.

Which wasn't to say he wasn't curious. "What is that...thing?"

Worf stoops, picking up the small doll and looking it over before replacing it. Something happened here and he's not sure what. It's...disturbing. He looks back at the rest of the group and waves them forward. Nothing dangerous here.

"Wow. They had vehicles with hover technology. It must've been an impressive sight." Billy would know all about that, given that there's a flying car sitting in his garage at home. It appears far more advanced than his illegally modified Volkswagen, and he wishes he could somehow pocket the thing and study it.

Unfortunately, there's another issue that needs addressing. "Another piece of evidence supporting the nanite bomb theory. One moment these families were living their lives, only to disappear in the next."

His skin is crawling, and it's not just from the plantsuit cleaning the sweat as it always does. He can almost picture the children, one of them clutching the doll, helplessly sitting there as death swoops in.

"Biological weapons..." He was mostly talking to himself, finding it weird that even on an entirely different planet, he was encountering the same sort of threat.

"Instantaneously lethal, at least to whatever humanoid life was living here."

Leon reached towards his side for a moment, only to belatedly remember that he didn't have gloves, bags, or vials to hold anything.

"I don't have anything we can use to hold samples. You guys?"

Billy also reaches, and comes to the same conclusion. Plantsuits would really be much more useful with pockets, wouldn't they? All he has is the makeshift belt with morpher attached. He supposes he could morph and carry things in the helmet upside down, but that would be both cumbersome and using the power for personal gain. Back to square one.

"Negative. I'd normally utilize the overgrowth as a crude pouch, but we've already crossed the plant life once today."

"That wouldn't do anyway; I'd need something airtight. We don't know if whatever did this is died off with everyone, or is simply dormant." Las plagas managed to spend hundreds of years dormant before resurfacing again, after all.

"We wouldn't want to risk some kind of contaminant getting loose on everyone else." Because, for Leon, that would the worst possible kind of irony.

"Of course---I wasn't thinking. I'll address the engineering crew when we return and see if we can prepare proper sampling equipment for the next mission. I apologize for lacking the foresight to prepare for this." He sighs and massages his eyebrows. Today has not been his day at all.

"Unless any of you happen to be carrying some?"

"No." Javert said flatly, looking at the remains of the scene in front of them. It wasn't that he had seen worse; though he likely had, you never got over the idea of mortality and destruction. Javert just had lost all faith.

"If no one has, we should likely continue moving. We're wasting daylight." Javert squared his shoulders and turned his back on the shuttle. "We still have a mission."

Worf nods at Javert.

"I agree. We must recover the pod." He gestures in the appropriate direction and sets off.

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