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*((Subterranean Tunnels - Vel Maijan))*

*Greaves*: =3D/\=3D Wait, there's two of them! The second is ten m=
eters and=20
closing, two meters below us! =3D/\=3D

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*Brell*: =3D/\=3D No life form matches on the tricorder =E2=80=A6 it can't =
make out=20
clear readings, they have some kind of armor or chitin. =3D/\=3D

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*Teller*: =3D/\=3D It's a damn dragon. =3D/\=3D

=20

*Lovar*: =3D/\=3D Woa- =3D/\=3D

=20

Suddenly the floor of the tunnel opened up directly beneath Greaves and=20
Pandorn, swallowing the pair in inky blackness. Wes could feel himself=20
sucked into a tangled mass of writhing limbs when abruptly the chaos was=20
punctuated by a crash against hard stone and shooting pain., and then there=
=20
was nothing.

=20

*[Minutes later]*

Wes groaned as his eyes blinked back into consciousness. He found himself=
=20
flat on his back with what felt like a cargo container on his legs and pain=
=20
throbbing in his head. The Marine blinked a few more times as he regained=
=20
his senses. A voice, seemingly far off in the distance broke through the=
=20
ringing in his ears, which to that point had been blocking out all sound.=
=20

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*Teller*: =3D/\=3D Krindo, Wes, I need you both back on your feet and on=20
guard. We've...made contact..::Geoff glanced over to the blue man in a=20
spacesuit talking slowly to a dragon, and shrugged::...I think. Lt. Lovar,=
=20
can you very discreetly take some readings on Smaug over there? Captain=20
Brell sir, I appreciate your efforts but you're exposing yourself to=20
enormous risk. You mind backing off a bit and letting us get in front of=
=20
you?=3D/\=3D

=20

The Marine officer attempted to sit-up only to find several large chunks of=
=20
the tunnel wall pressed firmly on his legs. He was buried in the rubble up=
=20
to his waist. Abruptly the gravity of the situation hit Wes like a truck=
=20
as the things occurring around him began to take shape in his consciousness=
. =20
=20

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*Brell*: ::Starfleet channel.:: =3D/\=3D Risk, is part of the job. I=E2=80=
=99d rather=20
get attacked then let us attack something that is only acting out fear.=20
=3D/\=3D ::Open air comm:: =3D/\=3D We, come without hostile intent. =3D/\=
=3D

=20

*Lovar*: Response?

=20

Still dizzy, and a little nauseous, Wes became aware of Krindo standing=20
above him, offering a helping hand to pull him from the stone, while a=20
giant rock dragon-creature chittered defensively mere feet away from=20
Captain Brell. With three quick tugs, Krindo freed Wes from the grasp of=
=20
what used to be the ceiling of the tunnel they were now in.=20

=20

Back on his feet, Greaves took stock of himself. His tricorder and phaser=
=20
pistol were missing, his head screamed in pain, and he could feel something=
=20
wet on his leg. The man snapped his head side to side searching for his=20
equipment and stars blinked across his vision from the sudden movement. De=
spite=20
the pain, he quickly located the phaser pistol a few feet away. and=20
snatched the weapon up quickly to bring it to bear on the creature=20
squaring off with Captain Brell. The tricorder was nowhere to be seen.

=20

*Greaves*: Thanks Lieutenant ::coughing:: Commander ::coughing:

=20

Wes nearly lost his footing again as the small tunnel began blinking in and=
=20
out of focus and he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. This=20
wasn't like before. His throat wasn't closing and his ches=
t was=20
cooperating with him. No, this wasn't his body rebelling against h=
im. This=20
time it was the air itself. Each time he took a deep breath his lungs=20
screamed in pain and his throat burned. He was nearly instantly overcome=
=20
with a coughing fit. Each time he took a breath the air would burn his=20
throat causing him to cough. Each time he coughed, he would breathe in. I=
t=20
was a vicious cycle and panic began to creep into Wes's consciousne=
ss.=20

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*Teller*: =3D/\=3D Very well. Lt. Lovar, any chance you can help with our=
=20
translators? If Captain Brell can't communicate with these creatures we=20
could still be in a lot of trouble. Krindo - stick to the Captain like=20
glue - you're to drag him out of here if I say so. ::Teller noticed a=20
biomed alert in his suit:: Mr. Greaves, you doing alright? Your heart rate=
=20
is spiking. Trying upping your O2 mixture, it'll help. =3D/\=3D=20

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*Pandorn*: ::Starfleet channel:: =3D/\=3D Yes, sir. Captain Brell, I have a=
=20
duty to protect the team. Please, step to the side of me at least, sir.=20
=3D/\=3D ::looking at Greaves for a moment:: =3D/\=3D Lieutenant Greaves lo=
oks to=20
be hyperventilating. =3D/\=3D

=20

Hyperventilating? It didn't matter what it was called, Wes struggle=
d to=20
stop his coughing to no avail. A nugget of Geoff's order stuck in =
his mind=20
however, and Wes fought back against the panic of suffocation. Tapping a=
=20
few buttons on the wrist of his EV suit, Wes accessed the O2 settings and=
=20
cranked it as far as it would go. In seconds he could feel a gentle breeze=
=20
in his helmet as oxygen hit his face. The bitter burning taste of the air=
=20
diminished and his coughing began to subside long enough for the Marine to=
=20
identify the problem. His suit had been torn when Commander Pandorn had=20
pulled him from the rubble. Torn badly. There was an eight-inch tear from=
=20
near his groin down toward his left knee, and Wes could see blood on the=20
edges of the tear. =20

=20

In spite of the circumstances, the respite from the acidic atmosphere=20
allowed Wes to finally feel in control for the first time since he regained=
=20
consciousness. He rapidly made several very critical actions, the first of=
=20
which was to communicate the seriousness of his condition.=20

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*Greaves*: =3D/\=3D ::Cough:: I'm up but wounded, and my suits got =
a bad tear=20
in it. The local atmosphere is flooding my suit. For now, I've go=
t my O2=20
cranked so I can breathe ::cough:: sort of. It's not going to last=
very=20
long. ::Cough:: =3D/\=3D

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*Brell/Lovar*: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=3D

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*Greaves*: =3D/\=3D My leg is jacked up too. I can stand on it, but ::cough=
::=20
I'm bleeding. Not sure how bad. =3D/\=3D

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Whatever else Wes had intended to say was interrupted by a sudden increase=
=20
of clicking in both frequency and volume by the now combined pair of=20
creatures in the tunnel.

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*Cth'am:* On the ground =E2=80=93 one of their artifacts=E2=80=A6it=
gives off a strange=20
energy. Can you reach it?

=20

*Orh'am:* ???

=20

*Cth'am:* I will watch=E2=80=A6

=20

As Orh'am moved toward the item Cth'am chittered towards th=
e strange=20
interlopers =E2=80=98

=20

*Cth'am* Why have you come here? Why have you entered our ho=E2=80=
=A6

=20

The tell-tale orange glow of a phaser bolt screamed through the tunnel and=
=20
impacted the largest of the two beings in the underside sending sparks and=
=20
glowing bits of rock scattering. Just seconds later the group was joined=
=20
by the arrival of two humanoids clad in protective suits. =20

=20

The creature's reaction was as nearly as fast as the weapon=E2=80=
=99s projectile. Having=20
been struck by the phaser blast, the two creatures unfurled themselves and=
=20
their chittering calls reached a crescendo of cascading and echoing=20
intensity. The largest of them flailed wildly with forearms and tail at the=
=20
rock walls while the smaller of the two scurried underneath the thrashing=
=20
limbs, disappearing into the darkness from which it came. In seconds the=
=20
tunnel entrance near the two collapsed and the crumbling rock sealed any=20
hope of following them for that moment.=20

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Wes withdrew a tourniquet from his trauma kit and wrapped it around his leg=
=20
an inch above the tear in his suit. The Marine grunted with the pain as he=
=20
tightened the strap down. He had no idea how badly his leg was bleeding. =
The=20
tourniquet would at least stop any life-threatening blood loss while=20
simultaneously locking in some of the precious oxygen and slowing the=20
tunnel's air from entering the suit.=20

=20

Testing his strength, Wes found there was minimal pain and he could put=20
weight on the leg. He looked up in time to see whom he hoped were colony=
=20
survivors speaking with Commander Teller. The faded orange and white of the=
=20
ancient suits they wore stood in blunt disparity with the bright white=20
suits of the Starfleet officers. Old versus new. Dilapidated versus=20
spotless. It occurred to Wes that at that moment he probably looked more=
=20
akin to the new arrivals than the group he beamed down with.

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*Teller*: =3D/\=3D I'm Lt. Cmdr. Geoffrey Teller from the Federation Starsh=
ip=20
Thor. We're here in response to a distress call. Identify yourselves. =3D/\=
=3D

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The one with the phaser gave a sharp nod to the other one.

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*Flynn*: Response

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*Teller*: =3D/\=3D That's correct, the United Federation Of Planets. Very=
=20
classy blue & white flag. Heard of it? =3D/\=3D=20

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*Flynn*: Response

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*Pandorn*: =3D/\=3D I take it you were the ones who sent the distress call?=
=3D/\=3D

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*Flynn/Armiger*: Response

=20

Wes blinked again as a fresh wave of pain rocked through his head and he=20
fought back as his stomach turned over on itself. His body was doing it=E2=
=80=99s=20
best to keep him alert, but now that the immediate danger of being devoured=
=20
had passed, Wes could feel his hands beginning to shake.

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*Brell/Lovar/Teller*: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=3D

=20

The other one interrupted with a click of the switch positioned above his=
=20
right ear. He had his external comms shut off for some reason. Suspicion?=
=20
Something didn't make sense.

=20

*Armiger*: Our suits have limited capacity. We're returning now. Th=
is way=20
if you would.

=20

Greaves: =3D/\=3D That's probably for the best. ::checking his su=
it:: I've=20
got less than ten minutes of air left at this rate, and I'm not doi=
ng so=20
hot gentlemen. =3D/\=3D

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*Brell/Lovar/Teller*: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=3D

=20

The adrenaline was continuing to wear off, and the strength in his left leg=
=20
was beginning to wane. The Marine did his best to hide the limp and keep=
=20
up with the rest of the team. He was sure he didn't slow them down=
, but he=20
was quickly covered in a thick layer of sweat from the effort. The tunnels=
=20
were a winding maze of dust filled passages, some ancient, some fairly=20
recent.=20

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*Pandorn*: =3D/\=3D It was fortunate that you came upon us when you did. Gl=
ad=20
you did. =3D/\=3D =20

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*Greaves*: =3D/\=3D ::through gritted teeth:: You can say that again sir.=
=3D/\=3D

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*Brell/Flynn/Lovar/Teller*: =3D/\=3D Response=3D/\=3D

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*Armiger*: We were in a rush; it takes time for the dust to settle. Keep=20
up. The airlock is ahead.

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*Pandorn*: =3D/\=3D Right behind you. =3D/\=3D

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*Brell/Flynn/Lovar/Teller*: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=3D

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From his position in the line heading down the tunnel, Wes could just make=
=20
out the door of the airlock ahead. His bullheadedness blinded even him to=
=20
his pain. He'd been through worse and he knew he was far from reac=
hing the=20
limits of his reserves. Still, the sight of the rusted and scuffed metal=
=20
of the airlock door brought him relief.=20

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*(( Airlock Entrance - Vel Maijan Subterra. ))*

Wes expected an extension of the tunnel on the other side of the airlock. =
What=20
he found took his breath away. The airlock door opened onto a raised rock=
=20
face with carved steps down into what he could only describe as a small=20
underground city. The cavern the town sat nestled in was huge. At least=
=20
ten meters high with bright light fixtures spread evenly across the ceiling=
. =20
The Marine could barely see the opposite wall of the complex past a mixture=
=20
of prefabricated buildings and what he could only guess were scrap metal=20
structures. If he had to make a call right then and there, he'd pl=
ace the=20
dimensions at least at a thousand meters across. If the people here had=20
carved this from the rock it must have taken centuries.=20

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Lieutenant Greaves hobbled a few feet forward into the cavern complex to=20
get a better look. Upon closer inspection, he could make out the disrepair=
=20
of the colony. Many of the impressive lights in the ceiling were out. The=
=20
scrap metal structures were a mixture of red and orange stained with rust=
=20
and sporting holes of varying sizes. The pre-fab buildings showed signs of=
=20
significant wear as well, with large divets and dents marring their=20
surfaces. Dozens of people could be seen about in the walkways and alleys=
=20
of the small underground city, and yet the place felt meek and empty. =20

=20

Upon seeing their two guides remove their helmets, followed by Commander=20
Pandorn, Wes deactivated the O2 stream flooding his suit and removed his=20
own helmet. Partially dried blood on the inside of his helmet confirmed=20
that he had at some point hit his head in the fall.=20

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*Pandorn*: This place has seen better days....

=20

*Greaves*: ::with strained wryness:: Not to sound needy, but I'm h=
oping=20
y'all have a doctor?

=20

Wes stumbled a couple of steps back toward the airlock door as the massive=
=20
cavern began to spin around him and his legs began to buckle. The last=20
thing he remembered seeing was the huge frame of the Bolian Captain=20
reaching out to catch the falling Marine.=20

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*Brell/Flynn/Greaves/Lovar/Teller/Armiger/Flynn*: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=
=3D

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TAG and TBC

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2nd Lieutenant Wes Greaves=20
Marine Officer=20
USS Thor - NCC 82607=20
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((Subterranean Tunnels - Vel Maijan)) >



Greaves: =3D/\=3D Wait, there=E2=80=
=99s two of them! The
second is ten meters and closing, two meters below us! =3D/\=3D





Brell: =3D/\=3D No life form matches on th=
e tricorder
=E2=80=A6 it can't make out clear readings, they have some kind of armo=
r or chitin.
=3D/\=3D





Teller: =3D/\=3D It's a damn dragon. =
=3D/\=3D





Lovar: =3D/\=3D Woa- =3D/\=3D





Suddenly the floor of the tunnel opened up direct=
ly
beneath Greaves and Pandorn, swallowing the pair in inky blackness. W=
es
could feel himself sucked into a tangled mass of writhing limbs when abrupt=
ly
the chaos was punctuated by a crash against hard stone and shooting pain., =
and
then there was nothing.





[Minutes later]



Wes groaned as his eyes blinked back into conscio=
usness. He found himself flat=
on his back with what
felt like a cargo container on his legs and pain throbbing in his head. an style=3D"mso-spacerun:yes">The Marine blinked a few more ti=
mes as he regained
his senses. A voice, se=
emingly far off
in the distance broke through the ringing in his ears, which to that point =
had
been blocking out all sound.





Teller: =3D/\=3D Krindo, Wes, I need you b=
oth back on
your feet and on guard. We've...made contact..::Geoff glanced ove=
r to the
blue man in a spacesuit talking slowly to a dragon, and shrugged::...I
think. Lt. Lovar, can you very discreetly take some readings on Smaug
over there? Captain Brell sir, I appreciate your efforts but you're exp=
osing
yourself to enormous risk. You mind backing off a bit and letting us =
get
in front of you?=3D/\=3D





The Marine officer attempted to sit-up only to fi=
nd
several large chunks of the tunnel wall pressed firmly on his legs. yle=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> He was buried in the rubble up to hi=
s waist. Abruptly the gravity=
of the situation hit Wes
like a truck as the things occurring around him began to take shape in his =
consciousness. "mso-spacerun:yes">





Brell: ::Starfleet channel.:: =3D/\=
=3D Risk, is
part of the job. I'd rather get attacked then let us attack somethi=
ng that is
only acting out fear. =3D/\=3D ::Open air comm:: =3D/\=3D We, come wi=
thout
hostile intent. =3D/\=3D





Lovar: Response?





Still dizzy, and a little nauseous, Wes became aw=
are of Krindo
standing above him, offering a helping hand to pull him from the stone, whi=
le a
giant rock dragon-creature chittered defensively mere feet away from Captai=
n
Brell. With three quick tugs,=
Krindo freed
Wes from the grasp of what used to be the ceiling of the tunnel they were n=
ow
in.





Back on his feet, Greaves took stock of himself.<=
span style=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> His tricorder and phaser pist=
ol were missing,
his head screamed in pain, and he could feel something wet on his leg. style=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> The man snapped his head side to =
side searching
for his equipment and stars blinked across his vision from the sudden
movement. Despite the pain, h=
e quickly located
the phaser pistol a few feet away. and snatched the weapon up quickly to br=
ing it to bear on the creatur=
e squaring off with
Captain Brell. The tricorder was nowhere to be seen.





Greaves: Thanks Lieutenant ::coughing:: Co=
mmander
::coughing:





Wes nearly lost his footing again as the small tu=
nnel
began blinking in and out of focus and he found it increasingly difficult t=
o
breathe. This wasn't =
like before. His throat wasn=
't closing and his chest was
cooperating with him. No, thi=
s wasn't
his body rebelling against him. an>This
time it was the air itself. E=
ach time he
took a deep breath his lungs screamed in pain and his throat burned. tyle=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> He was nearly instantly overcome wi=
th a coughing
fit. Each time he took a brea=
th the air
would burn his throat causing him to cough. >
Each time he coughed, he would breathe in. n:yes"> It was a vicious cycle and panic began to
creep into Wes's consciousness.





Teller: =3D/\=3D Very well. Lt. Lova=
r, any
chance you can help with our translators? If Captain Brell can't
communicate with these creatures we could still be in a lot of trouble.=C2=
=A0
Krindo - stick to the Captain like glue - you're to drag him out of her=
e if I
say so. ::Teller noticed a biomed alert in his suit:: Mr. Greaves, yo=
u
doing alright? Your heart rate is spiking. Trying upping your O=
2
mixture, it'll help. =3D/\=3D





Pandorn: ::Starfleet channel:: =3D/\=3D Ye=
s, sir.
Captain Brell, I have a duty to protect the team. Please, step to the side =
of
me at least, sir. =3D/\=3D ::looking at Greaves for a moment:: =3D/\=3D Lie=
utenant
Greaves looks to be hyperventilating. =3D/\=3D





Hyperventilating? It didn't matter what i=
t was called,
Wes struggled to stop his coughing to no avail. :yes">A nugget of Geoff's order stuck in his mind
however, and Wes fought back against the panic of suffocation. =3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> Tapping a few buttons on the wrist of h=
is EV
suit, Wes accessed the O2 settings and cranked it as far as it would go. an style=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> In seconds he could feel a gent=
le breeze in
his helmet as oxygen hit his face. <=
/span>The bitter
burning taste of the air diminished and his coughing began to subside long
enough for the Marine to identify the problem. es">
His suit had been torn when Commander Pandorn had pulled him from th=
e
rubble. Torn badly. le=3D"mso-spacerun:yes">There was an eight-inch tear from near=
his groin
down toward his left knee, and Wes could see blood on the edges of the tear=
.





In spite of the circumstances, the respite from t=
he
acidic atmosphere allowed Wes to finally feel in control for the first time
since he regained consciousness. pan>He
rapidly made several very critical actions, the first of which was to commu=
nicate
the seriousness of his condition.





Greaves: =3D/\=3D ::Cough:: I'm up=
but wounded, and my
suits got a bad tear in it. T=
he local
atmosphere is flooding my suit. an>For now,
I've got my O2 cranked so I can breathe ::cough:: sort of. le=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> It's not going to last very l=
ong. ::Cough:: =3D/\=3D





Brell/Lovar: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=3D >



Greaves: =3D/\=3D My leg is jacked up too.=
I can stand
on it, but ::cough:: I'm bleeding. Not sure how bad. =3D/\=3D





Whatever else Wes had intended to say was interru=
pted by
a sudden increase of clicking in both frequency and volume by the now combi=
ned
pair of creatures in the tunnel.





Cth'am: On the ground =E2=80=93 on=
e of their artifacts=E2=80=A6it
gives off a strange energy. Can you reach it?





Orh'am: ???





Cth'am: I will watch=E2=80=A6





As Orh'am moved toward the item Cth=E2=80=
=99am chittered towards
the strange interlopers =E2=80=98





Cth'am Why have you come here? Why=
have you
entered our ho=E2=80=A6





The tell-tale orange glow of a phaser bolt scream=
ed
through the tunnel and impacted the largest of the two beings in the unders=
ide
sending sparks and glowing bits of rock scattering. run:yes"> Just seconds later the group was joined by the
arrival of two humanoids clad in protective suits. un:yes">





The creature's reaction was as nearly as =
fast as the
weapon's projectile. =
Having been struck
by the phaser blast, the two creatures unfurled themselves and their chitte=
ring
calls reached a crescendo of cascading and echoing intensity. The largest o=
f
them flailed wildly with forearms and tail at the rock walls while the smal=
ler
of the two scurried underneath the thrashing limbs, disappearing into the
darkness from which it came. =
In seconds
the tunnel entrance near the two collapsed and the crumbling rock sealed an=
y
hope of following them for that moment.





Wes withdrew a tourniquet from his trauma kit and=
wrapped
it around his leg an inch above the tear in his suit. cerun:yes"> The Marine grunted with the pain as he
tightened the strap down. He =
had no idea
how badly his leg was bleeding.=C2=
=A0
The tourniquet
would at least stop any life-threatening blood loss while simultaneously lo=
cking
in some of the precious oxygen and slowing the tunnel's air from en=
tering the
suit.





Testing his strength, Wes found there was minimal=
pain
and he could put weight on the leg. =
He
looked up in time to see whom he hoped were colony survivors speaking with
Commander Teller. The faded orange and white of the ancient suits they wore
stood in blunt disparity with the bright white suits of the Starfleet offic=
ers.
Old versus new. Dilapidated versus spotless. ">
It occurred to Wes that at that moment he probably looked more akin =
to
the new arrivals than the group he beamed down with.





Teller: =3D/\=3D I'm Lt. Cmdr. Geoffre=
y Teller from
the Federation Starship Thor. We're here in response to a distress call=
.
Identify yourselves. =3D/\=3D





The one with the phaser gave a sharp nod to the o=
ther
one.





Flynn: Response





Teller: =3D/\=3D That's correct,=
the United
Federation Of Planets. Very classy blue & white flag. Heard=
of
it? =3D/\=3D





Flynn: Response





Pandorn: =3D/\=3D I take it you were the o=
nes who sent
the distress call? =3D/\=3D





Flynn/Armiger: yes">
Response





Wes blinked again as a fresh wave of pain rocked =
through
his head and he fought back as his stomach turned over on itself. e=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> His body was doing it's best t=
o keep him
alert, but now that the immediate danger of being devoured had passed, Wes
could feel his hands beginning to shake.





Brell/Lovar/Teller: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/=
\=3D





The other one interrupted with a click of the swi=
tch
positioned above his right ear. He had his external comms shut off for some=
reason.
Suspicion? Something didn't make sense.





Armiger: Our suits have limited capacity. =
We're
returning now. This way if you would.





Greaves: <=
/span>=3D/\=3D That's
probably for the best. ::chec=
king his
suit:: I've got less =
than ten minutes of
air left at this rate, and I'm not doing so hot gentlemen. =3D/\=3D=





Brell/Lovar/Teller: =3D/\=3D Response =3D/=
\=3D





The adrenaline was continuing to wear off, and th=
e
strength in his left leg was beginning to wane. yes">
The Marine did his best to hide the limp and keep up with the rest o=
f
the team. He was sure he didn=
't slow
them down, but he was quickly covered in a thick layer of sweat from the
effort. The tunnels were a wi=
nding maze
of dust filled passages, some ancient, some fairly recent.





Pandorn: =3D/\=3D It was fortunate that yo=
u came upon
us when you did. Glad you did. =3D/\=3D





Greaves:=

=3D/\=3D ::through gri=
tted teeth::
You can say that again sir. =3D/\=3D





Brell/Flynn/Lovar/Teller: =3D/\=3D Respons=
e=3D/\=3D





Armiger: We were in a rush; it takes time =
for the
dust to settle. Keep up. The airlock is ahead.





Pandorn: =3D/\=3D Right behind you. =3D/\=
=3D





Brell/Flynn/Lovar/Teller: =3D/\=3D Respons=
e =3D/\=3D





From his position in the line heading down the tu=
nnel,
Wes could just make out the door of the airlock ahead. acerun:yes"> His bullheadedness blinded even him to his pain.<=
span style=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> He'd been through wor=
se and he knew he was
far from reaching the limits of his reserves. s">
Still, the sight of the rusted and scuffed metal of the airlock door
brought him relief.





(( Airlock Entrance - Vel Maijan Subterra. ))<=
/b>



Wes expected an extension of the tunnel on the ot=
her side
of the airlock. What he found=
took his
breath away. The airlock door=
opened onto
a raised rock face with carved steps down into what he could only describe =
as a
small underground city. The c=
avern the town
sat nestled in was huge. At l=
east ten
meters high with bright light fixtures spread evenly across the ceiling. an style=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> The Marine could barely see the=
opposite wall
of the complex past a mixture of prefabricated buildings and what he could =
only
guess were scrap metal structures. <=
/span>If he
had to make a call right then and there, he'd place the dimensions =
at least at a
thousand meters across. If th=
e people
here had carved this from the rock it must have taken centuries.





Lieutenant Greaves hobbled a few feet forward int=
o the cavern
complex to get a better look. >Upon
closer inspection, he could make out the disrepair of the colony. e=3D"mso-spacerun:yes"> Many of the impressive lights in the c=
eiling
were out. The scrap metal str=
uctures
were a mixture of red and orange stained with rust and sporting holes of
varying sizes. The pre-fab bu=
ildings
showed signs of significant wear as well, with large divets and dents marri=
ng
their surfaces. Dozens of peo=
ple could
be seen about in the walkways and alleys of the small underground city, and=
yet
the place felt meek and empty. n>





Upon seeing their two guides remove their helmets=
,
followed by Commander Pandorn, Wes deactivated the O2 stream flooding his s=
uit
and removed his own helmet. P=
artially
dried blood on the inside of his helmet confirmed that he had at some point=
hit
his head in the fall.





Pandorn: This place has seen better days..=
..





Greaves:=
::with
strained wryness:: Not to sound needy, but I'm hoping y'all=
have a doctor?





Wes stumbled a couple of steps back toward the ai=
rlock
door as the massive cavern began to spin around him and his legs began to
buckle. The last thing he rem=
embered
seeing was the huge frame of the Bolian Captain reaching out to catch the
falling Marine.





Brell/Flynn/Greaves/Lovar/Teller/Armiger/Flynn=
:
=3D/\=3D Response =3D/\=3D









TAG and TBC





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2nd Lieutenant Wes Greaves

Marine Officer

USS Thor - NCC 82607

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