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ST:TTV107 | "More Survivors"

Updated: Mar 18, 2023

Stardate Unknown

The streaks continued down to the ground, aiming at the jungle. Zooming in with the binoculars, the devices analyzed for ablation patterns. After the two objects had landed she was sure of it. Those were meteorites, they were small craft. What's more her analyzer had confirmed breaking thrusters slowed them down. Escape pods most likely. That would fit the bill.


 

The streaks continued down to the ground, aiming at the jungle. Zooming in with the binoculars, the devices analyzed for ablation patterns. After the two objects had landed she was sure of it. Those were meteorites, they were small craft. What's more her analyzer had confirmed breaking thrusters slowed them down. Escape pods most likely. That would fit the bill.


The young woman folded up the analyzer binoculars and stuffed them into a pouch on her vest. The dark auburn haired girl had a tan complexion and a very human appearance until you got past her hair enough to see the rather faint Trill-like spots on the sides of her head. Her dress could be described best as military field gear, non-Federation for sure.


She leaned back against a nearby rock, she was standing on a high point, a cliff overlooking the jungle. She's only been on this planet a few days and could guess these new arrivals likely came here due to the same reason she did, a scuffle with some overpowered ships a bit too happy to cause damage. Due to the area they'd been in, she could guess the pods were statistically from a Starfleet ship. The only reason she'd been in there was for a job with her people on a Federation world nearby. Wrong place, wrong time it would seem.


She gets up finally, deciding to check out if these people were alive. Worst case scenario.. the pods might have some useful stuff she could try to fix her ship with, otherwise... maybe helping Starfleet people will earn her some points for once. She sets off down a path toward the jungle.

 

A third escape pod came down just behind the two, its falling form visible even through the thick fog that covered the surface of the entire world. This one did not drop into the jungle however; it was instead hurtling towards a nearby mountain range. Whatever breaking mechanisms it possessed appeared to have failed as it collided with the massive formation that loomed in the distance. For a moment it faded from view, and then it could be seen again, though this time its shape was no longer discernible and it was identifiable only from the thick line of smoke that trailed behind it. The black plume polluted the pale mists, marking the pod's new trajectory which was presumably altered not manually, but by the impact with the mountains.


The trail ended somewhere in the jungle, a loud thud signalling its contact with the underbrush but reverberating all the way to the canopy. There were possibly flames or even an explosion, but whatever light was there had been completely blocked out by the intense fog. Only smoke could still be seen from the crash site, reaching desperately for the sky but growing fainter the higher it rose, like Icarus' ill-fated escape.


The sound of the more violent crash woke the jungle, and the cries of its creatures echoed across the morning mists. Between the scampering of fleeing scavengers and the howls of hungry predators, the entire jungle was now aware of the new arrivals, and some were sure to take this intrusion aggressively...

 

Mischa looked skyward as a sonic boom signalled another escape pod bursting through the atmosphere. She felt oddly relieved that she was not the only one who had had been pulled through the wormhole, though her elation was short lived as an explosion thundered out from the mountains; it was less than promising, but it was still a glimmer of hope and she she must try to reach the other pod. Mischa could only hope that if any others arrived before she did, that she would find signs of them on the way.


Before setting out she took stock of her surroundings and found that her tricorder bad a frustratingly limited range due to the environmental conditions. The water she splashed down into proved to be highly sulphuric also so that was no help. She was able to fashion a container from supplies in the shuttle and drain some freshly fallen rain water from the large fern leaves surrounding the water bank and fill her container. She also stripped all the emergency food provisions and medkit supplies from the escape pod and fashioned a rough belt from some vines to string them loosely around her waist.


"Figures..." she sighed as she attempted to activate the pods distress pulser; it was completely fried and beyond repair. She could only hope now that something was more salvageable from the other pod. Her preparation was complete by the addition of a tricorder and phaser clipped to the belt of her uniform. The calls of the jungle creatures suggested she would need at least one of these devices at short notice...

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