Bridge timeeee. Manning the operations console. Awesome. Let's go. Five took his spot, cracking his knuckles (the non-metallic ones that could be cracked, that is.)
The commander posted himself up beside the turbolift at the security console, taking in a breath. He huffed. Hopefully…hopefully there would be more information sent their way as they got under way. Otherwise, he’d lean on his hyper-vigilance.
"Mhm! Let's just hope everyone whoever sent the distress call is fairing alright." Jena said with a shrug as she approached the security console with Maxson.
Vara'l stepped onto the bridge and idly noted who was present. He then headed over to one of the Tactical consoles and pulled out his work PADD. From that he then called up his notes on what was currently known and then tasked the computer to run a database check for the planet again. He wanted to triple check that result he'd received. Such a result as that required triple checking, he reckoned. This time though, he asked the computer to check as he started the program, if any planets near to those coordinates happened to be known to Starfleet and in the database.
Syrax, of course, was needed on the bridge. Waving to everyone who had time to lift their eyes and see him walk by, the tall Romulan man plopped himself right besides the helm console. Biiig streeetch that briefly made him even more taller than he already was, Jesus Romulan Christ.
The Romulan frowned at that and queued up the data to be sent to the science console. He then tapped out some more stuff. He wanted to check something, specifically if any of those planets happened to be close enough that Federation ships that checked on those colonies or those who looked into the region before colonisation would have noticed a planet. "Hm." He'd hummed as he did so.As a thought then struck him, he used a text query box and asked the computer if there were any scans on file for that area of space.
A distress call, never something you want to have to respond to, but it was certainly one of of the many reasons why 777 has the Eventide stationed at it 24/7. Stepping onto the bridge, Xaran walked across to stand in the middle, eyeing every console individually as they silently took in the atmosphere and status of what everyone was doing.
Anyway. Go time. Once Eventide was prepped, she sailed off into the sky and towards their coordinates. Hamar IV was covered almost completely in snow and ice, by the looks of it, and there was plenty of room to beam down.
Vara'l raised a eyebrow, a reaction that was part of if not a well used part of the small lexicon of facial expressions he indulged in at work. Inefficient things them, but it seemed to be appropriate given what he'd just been presented with by the query.
"Ah—" ..? "Our broadcasting signal just went out. Whatever was streaming out the distress call, it's completely shut down. Maybe they saw us coming?.." He could only hope, right?
"Perhaps they did, though the question would be, who's they?" The Romulan checked the tactical scans then as he scrutinised them for anything that might have indicated a threat. As he did so he added. "There is no record of a planet here at least none in Starfleet's possession."
After he'd made that observation, he double checked the console once more and observed. "Does seem like plenty of room to beam down to the planet at least.." He trailled off then, his attention fixed on the console. He wanted to know if there were any lifesigns detected in the tactical scans or signs of any orbital threat.
"Life signs detected." Vara'l reported to the commanded then. "Five in total, some indications of interference, posit weather interference." The Romulan continued before he added "Won't know for sure regarding the interference without further analysis."
"I think we should go and see for ourselves, then. I hope you all brought gloves," he joked, but they should be more than warm enough. Five just hoped the five could hold out for a little while longer...
Maxson wasn’t the biggest fan of the cold, but he could manage, “I’ll provide security detail.” He stepped up from the console, nodding toward Five. It had been a hot second since he was properly in an away team, but he knew what he was doing.
"From a tactical perspective, I'd advise caution." He then paused and looked to the scan again. "But that'd be the best way to learn more about parts of this and a distress call was sent, the five have indicated they're in need of assistance, it seems." Vara'l mused before he then added. "A tactical augment for the security detail may be needed, given the paucity of Intel we have on this situation."
"I'll be having no tongues stuck to icicles during this mission please." Xaran added, bouncing off of the pilot's own comments from their position in the XO's chair.
Oh.The CYSEC officer, now posted at one of many consoles since left behind now that the away team was…well, away, turned her attention to Commander Aisut, “Commander, I ah…think we’ve got a bit of a situation developin’ down there.”
Listening in on the occasional updates provided, Xaran really had nothing to do but keep an ear out for anything going south. As such, they were busy drinking tea and filling out a crossword to keep their mind occupied. It wasn't a distraction, it was stimulation.
Jena simply hummed the Bluey theme song to herself as she continued to drink coffee and monitor things. She took the occasional glance over to the chronometer (clock) to check in on how long it had been since the away team left. Very quietly, she looked up how often should they check in on an away team, just to be sure.
"No problem." She said warmly as she continued to do her work. "...we haven't got anything back from Sickbay about the body the away team transported up... should I check on them?"
"Not a bad idea. If it's criminal Security will need to do some paperwork anyway." Xaran responded, showing that they were, in fact, paying attention to everything going on around them despite reciting the spelling of aglet over and over in their head.
"Alright. I'll go check on them." Jena said with a nod as she headed to the turbolift. This may either be petty revenge for getting that earworm back on her head, or impulse because it was so catchy... "A-G-L-E-T. Don't forget it...We're tying the world together..." she quietly hummed to herself(edited)
"...Performance Reviews are coming up soon, almost forgot." *Jena quietly muttered to herself. *"I imagine the lads down there are making good progress."
The CYSEC agent perked up from where she was seated as soon as the comms crackled to life. Oh, fuck. Oh, Hell. Son of a BITCH, “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding…”
She started tapping away at the console in a controlled panic.
"Oh Bugger!" Literally after hearing Maya shout at her ears in COMMS and the request for emergency transport, a bunch of things immediately sounded off panic in Jena's head as she tapped her comm badge to alert a security detail to meet her at the transporter room
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