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Ensign Valin Dermont - The Joys of Cold, Rocks, and Altitude

2018-01-10 23:10:55

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*((Azure Mountain - Somewhere on the Side of This Mountain))* :With their morning break concluded Raga made sure everyone was properly geared up before leading them all out into the frigid windy mountains before them. They were all tethered to him via a more than lengthy span of nano-fiber rope, rated to carry four metric tonnes. More than enough to handle the four of them and Dermont's stomach.:: oO(Oh hardy har...)Oo ::They were making a steady pace, clearly not rushing, but Dermont could tell that Raga was holding back so the mere rookies wouldn't fall off the mountain. The older engineer was aching with each inch, but he'd be damned if he was going to slow the group down. So he just bit his bottom lip a bit and kept climbing.:: *Serala:* Well, Lieutenant, I can't thank you enough for inviting me on this little excursion. When does the hard part begin? *Lambert:* Well. ::between regular paced breaths:: My pointed-ears friend. We are just beginning but I'm sure we will have plenty of opportun= ities ahead to indulge yourself *Serala:* Indulge myself? In case you haven't figured it out, sir, I'm not very fond of the cold. It's my Romulan physiology mixed with an upbringing in one of Earth's largest tropical rainforests. The cold doesn't set well. oO(Oh please, tell us all how yer a damn Romulan one more time...)Oo *Lambert:* Ohh! I didn't figure it out. ::looking around and smiling to himself:: Let's hope next shoreleave would be in the warmest place. ::laughing and losing the breath:: Excuse-me but this is had enoug= h for me. ::staring at Dermont:: How are you doing, Ensign? *Dermont:* To be any better...::deep breath::...I'd have to be...::cough::...on Risa... *Lambert:* Are you already hungry? ::grinning:: *Dermont:* Eh...on enough to eat a Targ or two...::more cold coughing:: *Lambert:* ::coughing:: Lambert to Atlantis, please transport all our food to the top of Azure Peak, please. *Dermont:* And I thought...::cough::...you didn't care... *Lambert:* Oops!! Not hit the combadge either! ::smiling:: ::Dermont could decide whether to laugh or to punch the science officer, so he settled on uncomfortable coughing in the thin air and to shake his head as he kept on moving up the mountain.:: oONot enough room fer all these smart-asses on this mountain...)Oo *Raga:* Response *((Timeskip to another day))* ::Dermont decided it was time to die. Yep. He was just thinking how easy it would be to just let go during the next steep climb. Of course...they were all attached, so it might not be just him going. He shrugged mentally. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make.:: *Lambert:* People! ::he nodded to Serala:: Break, please. ::he said almost without air:: ::He was loathe to admit that he agreed with the science officer, but he really could use one as well. His knee has decided hours ago that it wasn't going to work any longer, going on strike due to the pain. His back was threatening to join his knee, and the rest of his joints weren't even talking at all...they were all too frozen and he couldn't even feel them. Hopefully they were all still there. Of course, before he could agree with Lambert, he would of course have to be dead.:: *Dermont:* Bah, science officers! Soft hands cramp up when they get dirty...::limping with every step, struggling to not fall::...come on now, sir. I can carry you if ya need me to. ::coughing fit.:: *Lambert:* Here!! ::offering his bottle of water to Serala.:: *Serala:* Water is probably a good idea, although we're surrounded by tons of it. *Raga:* Response *Dermont*: Oh yes, ensign...lots of water all over. Ya can go right ahead and lick the wall if ya'd be so inclined. *Lambert:* I'm very tired right now. A small headache is starting. *Serala:* That is most likely due to the thinner air up here, Lieutenant. You need to be careful and monitor it. I don't want have to call for an emergency transport for you. However, the sooner we get to the top, the sooner can go back down. Come on, we are almost there. *Dermont:* ::To Raga:: Alright, lad, not that I'm complainin', but how accurate is her statement? We almost there? *Raga*: response =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D Ensign Valin Dermont Engineering USS Atlantis A239410VD0 -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "= UFOP: StarBase 118: USS Atlantis" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an e= mail to sb118-atlantis+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/sb118-atlantis. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.