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Posted on Tue Sep 10th, 2019 @ 7:53am by Commander Bianca Caselli & Lieutenant Commander Billie Jean Reign & Lieutenant Commander Xavier Patrovski & Lieutenant James Bradshaw

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Science Outpost

There was nothing said by either Lieutenant Commander Patrovski or Lieutenant Bradshaw that Bianca didn't agree with. They knew very little about this planet, but she did have the rather unsettling thought that this planet knew about them. She shivered ever so slightly as the cool breeze picked up, the feeling of moisture in the air increasing. "Let's go," she ordered quietly. "Keep alert, we don't know what we're dealing with."

The small security detail fanned out around the senior officers as they walked, the entire group remaining almost completely silent except the sound of their footfalls on the ground and the occasional softly spoken word.

The walk was neither long, nor arduous, but there was a certain amount of tension within the group as they entered the outpost, walking between the buildings, tricorders actively scanning. "For a science outpost, I would have thought there'd be more scientists? It doesn't look like anyone is here at all?" Bianca said quietly as she looked around. "The warehouse we transported the gel to is just up ahead on the left."

Xavier looked at his scanner, but he couldn't detect any lifesigns. "Nothing, no lifesigns at all." Xavier was left wondering where everyone was, surely someone had to be here for the Gel, Starfleet wouldn't have them fly all the way out here for a supply run and have nobody at the receiving end.

Pushing the doors open to enter the warehouse, Bianca looked around. "This is where we transported the gel to. The coordinates match, but..." her voice trailed off and she looked around. "It doesn't look like this place has seen life any time recently." She was thoroughly confused. None of this made any sense.

She screwed up her nose and resisted the urge to sneeze. There was dust everywhere, being stirred up with every movement that they made. A handful of storage crates were scattered around inside the warehouse, but clearly it was not an active facility. "27 crates of gel can't be this easy to hide, surely," Bianca said, shaking her head. "I guess we start looking around? Look for any kind of sign that someone was here?"

BJ pulled her tricorder out and began a detailed scan of the structure and more specifically, anything that had elements of bio memetic gel. "I don't think they were beamed here, Commander," she said as she looked at the readouts on her tiny screen. "I'm willing to bet that this place was nothing more than a transporter redirect."

James saw a console, maybe that would provide some answers, any answers to shed some light of the situation. Kneeling down beside it and pulling off its access panel he found it powerless. Would explain why nothing happened when he touched it, brushing away a caked layer of dust from its otherwise glossy surface. "Power is offline, but I have a small power cell I can link it to, maybe that would help."

It didn't take long for the setup to work, the consoles inner workings lit up. "Nice." Standing up James started to access the system "I have access, checking the logs now." He didn't get far though, but seconds into his checking a flash of light and everyone had been beamed elsewhere.

*** Underground***

Where ever it was, was not where they were before and in between them just as it was packed stood the containers of gel, untouched, still on the anti grav sled. "Uh....guess we know where the Gel went."

"Lieutenant Commander Patrovski, make sure it's our Gel and it's all accounted for," Bianca ordered calmly. "Lieutenant Commander Reign have your security detail secure this area."

Bianca reached up and tapped her commbadge. "Away team to Dreadnought, we've located the Gel." Instead of the response there was silence. "Dreadnought, respond."

Keeping her gaze firmly on the anti grav sleds full of gel, Bianca tapped her commbadge again. "Caselli to Malachay."

Again there was no response, no sound, not even a hint of static. "I'll assume there's something here preventing us from communicating. Lieutenant Bradshaw, see what you can do to restore communications. I'd like to get out of here, the sooner the better."

 

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