Star Trek: Starbase 777 - colony-outskirts

This seemed to be where the worst of the damage was, even through the makeshift dam. The waters had receded, but the damage of the flood was more than evident on the houses. There were a few people scattered about, children playing in the mud, adults murmuring to each other as they tried to repair what damage they could with what they had.

Having wiped his dirty hands on his trousers and grabbed his stuff back from Iviaan, Ev'kor led the charge into the colony, trying to see if there was someone specific they should talk to.

A little tired out from moving the trees aside, Diahjir joined the group going through the small path. He tried to keep his body language open, showing that he was there to help. He had picked up his medical gear again, and he hoped he looked enough like a medic so that those who saw him were not alarmed.

Depends what he's looking for. There wasn't any sort of official-looking person in sight, but there were a few injured folks on half-demolished porches.

With the path clear, Saren picked up half of what his cousin was carrying, and ended up somewhere in the front of the pack. While the medical officers began looking for people in need, he tried to spot a good site where to leave the supplies.

Diahjir walked over to a group of injured people on one of the porches, before he gestured to his medical kit. "Hello, I am sorry for barging in unannounced, but I am a medical professional, along with many of my colleagues. We are here to help." He offered in a gentle tone.

There was a little fire pit set up closer to the center. They needed dry wood for it to work as intended, but near that may be good. Someone with their arm in a sling, a Xindi-insectoid, chittered and clicked in relief. "Oh, thank the goddess. Are we glad to see you!" "We could've handled it ourselves, 'course," their colleague chimed in, antennae wiggling, "but it's still nice to know someone out there is looking out for us."

Diahjir smiled, noting the comment about the goddess, but not saying anything about it yet -- who was he to comment about the religions of those who he helped, after all! "Of course, but some assistance can go a long way," he responded as he unpacked his medical kit, setting up a makeshift station for the injured to come where he could treat them.

"Hey, people with supplies - over here," he gestured with a head nod towards the central fire pit, soon moving there himself.

Iviaan zooomed over to lend the CMO a hand, clicking on his TTTTs to avoid the hassle of the keyboard. Triage time? Triage time!

"We could have a group of people go deeper into the colony, and see what still needs to be done there?" Karavix dropped off what she'd been given at Saren's call. "That way we are spread out effectively." (edited)

She glanced over at Saren, nodding and slinging her bag of supplies over her shoulder, beginning to walk over to the central fire pit. Kneeling down next to it, she began to remove the contents of the backpack, placing the supplies on the pile. (edited)

Following the lead of the senior staff, Eicran joined in with the treamtent of those injured. Admittedly he was a little preoccupied, mentally considering the circumstances surrounding this flood. The colony wasn't Federation, sure, but didn't they have the technology to control their weather systems or even patch themselves up after flooding if they couldn't control said weather? They were warp capable, otherwise the 777 crew wouldn't be there. They weren't far from 777 itself. Something just felt strange about their lack of capabilities - but he was probably just being a conspiracy theorist.

One of the children (a little Aurelian, by the looks of it) inched closer to the fire pit, examining what had been brought from afar with quiet curiosity.

Allan had been carrying, alongside well, whatever the standard engineering pack was, a lot of the food supplies, and he went near the firepit with the others who were headed there. Spotting the child, he sat down a little bit away from them, taking the bag of supplies and digging through it. "You want any snacks?" He asked to the kid, but of course he'd offer snacks to anyone else who wanted, "I've got... let's see, I've got uhhh, apples, um... worms... marshmallows..." he took out the bags of the things he said after he said each word, "and I think this is like, jerky? There's other stuff too, I think.."

Victoria had unceremoniously plopped the bag of supplies she had lugged along with the rest of them by the fireplace, as directed. She paused to stretched her back, in appreciate the newfound lightness of her movements, and moved off past her colleagues - taking the suggestion to move further into the colony and deciding not to wait for proper orders - in search for anyone else who might've needed assistance that hadn't already been flagged.

She inched a little closer, ruffling out still-damp feathers. "D' you have any nuts..?" she inquired quietly.

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Autumn walked over to the fire pit and swung the massive rucksack off of their shoulder, setting it down. They kneeled onto the ground to open it, and began to lift out device after device, each one making various beeps and blips accompanied by an equal show of blinking lights. "Alright, I got a plasma cutter for heavy debris, engineering tricorders for structural analysis, the communication uplink for better signal and portable heaters for both drying things out and keeping warm tonight." One might think that all that wouldn't fit into even a hiking backpack like the one Autumn had been carrying, but thank the stars that Starfleet technology was modular.

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"Nuts? Oh, definitely, yeah, there's gotta be," he dug in the bag some more, taking out various other foods, before he found some little containers of, you guessed it, nuts. "I think this is like, the variety pack sort of thing? But if there's ones you don't like, you can just like, totally pick those out, nobody'll mind," he said with a small smile as he handed the container over to her.

She took it gingerly, fiddling with the lid until she could get it to pop off. "Thanks, mister," she said, before scurrying off to go share with what looked to be her little brother.

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Karavix nodded to Autumn, taking out her own tools. "Let us get to work, then? We should see if there is anyone caught in the rubble.."

"No prob," Allan said, before gathering with the other engineers and joining them in their little tools arrangement. Yeah, absolutely thankful that Starfleet tech was modular. Great improvements over the centuries without the hindrance of capitalism would do that, really. "Sounds like a plan," he said to Karavix, before going off to said rubble, inspecting it for signs of anyone caught in it or anything that may have been important personal belongings or the like.

No sound of anyone underneath, but a proper scan would be the judge of that. Clearing some of the rubble revealed a banged-up silver locket — though the chain was now missing.

After leaving his baggage by the fireplace, he decided to join in on the rubble team - deeming himself a bit more useful in such activities, if it came to such. The glint of the locket caught his attention, and gingerly the Romulan picked it up, running the corner of his sleeve over it in an attempt to clean off at least the biggest dirt.

Rozamal’s cane lightly tapped against the ground as he looked around, taking a scanner out and using it to well, scan for any life signs.

No life signs. Do corpses come up on scanners?.. The locket was flower-shaped, falling open in Syrax's hand as he picked it up. The inscription was now too banged up to read properly, the photo within ruined.

“Bah, no life signs.” He grimly reported.

"Awh, it's too banged up, what a shame..." he muttered, turning the locket over and probably seeing an equal amounts of damage. Still, he looked around in blind hope of somehow spotting a person with a chain or someone looking for something.

"Hmm," Allan said as he looked over at Syrax and the locket, "iiiss that, actual silver..? If it is, we could always.." he thought for a moment, setting his scanner appropriately to do what he was about to say, "scan for silver. Might find the chain that way? It's a pretty unique metal, all things considered."

Silver, meanwhile, had happily busied herself cleaning up rubble, hauling pieces that looked far, far too heavy for such a willowy person, but she carried them with ease. She went about it all with a sort of optimism and hope that she always had, still trying to distract herself from the devastation surrounding her. Her head shot up upon hearing the word silver, but she also saw the locket, realizing that they were probably not calling her name and were instead talking about the actual metal. “I can scan for the metal if you would like me to.” She said, putting the piece of rubble she was carrying down where it was supposed to go and coming closer to Allan and Syrax. (edited)

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“I suppose we could yes, and I doubt a place such as this would have much silver laying around.” He added.

There was someone sifting through the rubble by the looks of it. An Ursinoid, muttering under their breath about something, something... Until they glimpsed beneath the rubble, and staggered back in surprise, before returning at full force. "Can someone help me over here?!"

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Hal Gertie, who had been unloading some supplies, quickly turned his full attention to the Ursinoid. Picking up his own plasma cutter and tricorder, he navigated to them quickly and carefully through the rubble. He came to a stop beside them, peering over their shoulder. “I’m here to help. What do you need?”

Ev'kor dropped the bag he'd been carrying to make his way over to the Ursinoid in order to lend a hand, trying to get a look over at what they'd seen.

"I mean you can, yeah? It could ping multiple times in the rubble, though, a lot of personal decor is made out of silver," he responded to the engineer, just before turning around, hearing the Ursinoid's call. Locket mystery forgotten for now, he put it in the pocket and beelined towards the person like his own life depended on it.

He rushed over to help the new figure. “Are you all right, my friend?”

"My - My mother, I've been looking everywhere, and she's ..." Buried under the rubble. Dead, most certainly. The least they could do was recover her body.

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“May I touch you, my friend?” He said, and if permission was granted he would say this next bit with a hand on the shoulder of the Ursnoid. “We can go get her, go, find a spot to sit or rest, mentally steady yourself. We will bring her to you.”

Having set up to assist with triage, unpacking the additional medical supplies she'd elected to bring with her, the xB was initially focused elsewhere. But then she'd heard the call for help and turned then headed over to help out where they could.

"Alright, let's start lifting then," Ev'kor said, pointing to a large piece of rubble. "I take this side, you take the other?" he asked Syrax, who had helped with the dam earlier.

"Yeah," he nodded, carefully making a few wide steps to position himself where Ev'kor had pointed him to. "On the count of three?"

Ev'kor nodded, grabbing the piece and waiting for Syrax to count down before lifting (from his knees like a smart man who knows what he's doing, thank you), starting to guide the two of them to the side to safely deposit the piece somewhere it wouldn't be in the way. (edited)

"One... two... three," the piece of rubble basically glided through the air thanks to their joined efforts. One down, more to go..?

Lieutenant Shay had been watching the interaction. She wouldn’t help out by lifting the rubble— she’d only get in the way. So, she went to help comfort the colonist. (edited)

Enough was done to pull out the body, at least. She was bruised and broken, of course, but... The colonist jerked away from any attempt at comfort, claws digging into their own palm. "Mama...?" Their voice — deep and booming, commanding only a moment earlier, was small. Soft. Laced with grief.

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He stayed quiet as he looked at the body. “I can only offer condolences, my friend.” He stated softly.

Hal Gertie stayed where he was, softening his voice. “Would you like us to leave so that you can alone be with her?” He, of course, knew how important sitting with the body of a loved one could be. He wanted them to have that chance. (edited)

"I.. It..." They didn't know what they wanted. They just stood there, staring. Staring at the rubble, staring at the body. "I don't... I don't .. know..."

He nodded. “And that is okay, death takes a toll on our sense.” He said softly. “Remember, breathe.”

He nodded in agreement at what Rozamal was saying. “Her body isn’t going anywhere. You don’t have to make any decisions right now.” He looked around, trying to spot any rubble that looked like it could reasonably act like a bench for them to sit on.

They took a seat. "Yeah, if — if I could just .. be alone for a bit, that'd be good. There are other people who need more help than me. "

"Um, before we go, sorry--" he took out the locket again, showing it to the Ursinoid: "I found this not too far away from here, and-- just to be sure, does this happen to be yours, or maybe belong to someone you know?.."

They studied it for a moment before nodding, gently pocketing it. "I know who this belongs to. I'll return it, thank you."

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Tarsek’s boots let out a wet sound with every step on the mud. There were enough officers already aiding with the rubble – and he had heard about the corpse, knowing for a fact that they were bound to find more – so he focused on the civilians around, noticing the kids playing. The flood might have receded, but the terrain was still dangerous. Someone could get stuck on the muddy terrain or get hurt by the unstable debris around. Kids would be particularly susceptible, and with the adults worried about fixing the damage they would be largely unsupervised. He decided to approach the young ones and observe their playing, ready to intervene if ant danger made itself present or if any of the kids decided to run off away from the group.

The little ones sat quietly, whispering amongst themselves and occasionally glancing over at the officers. One of them, noticing Tarsek, sat upright and just.... Stared........

Noticing the motion, the Vulcan immediately stopped. Trying to keep his body language neutral and as non-intimidating as possible – challenging considering his height and uniform – Tarsek raised slowly one of his hands in the ta’al. “I am Lieutenant Commander Tarsek V’hgai. There is not need to be alarmed, I come to help.” The use of a simpler word than the usual “serve” was deliberate considering he was talking to kids.

Watching the interaction between Tarsek and the children, Shay’s expression softened before she turned back toward the pile of supplies. Grabbing some bread, she stood and made her way over to them, handing the bread to Tarsek for him to offer to the children.

The little Aurelian from before tilted her head. "You're here to help? For reals?" she whispered almost conspiratorially.

The Romulan smiled at the colonist: "Thank you. Take care of yourself, yes? There's food and other supplies in the little town square you have here, don't forget to get some. And if you need anything else, don't be shy and ask us." With that, he decided to leave the grieving one alone, instead walking off to see if there was anything else he could help with...

”Yes. All of the officers are here to help.” He answered with a nod. As Lieutenant Laslow approached with the bread, he accepted it and thanked her, before turning back to the children. “Are you hungry? We have food available.” He offered.

Spotting the unfamiliar Vulcan Commander with a gaggle of kids, Syrax decided to join the little group, offering the colorful bunch a dimpled smile: "There's also snacks!"

"Can you - can you fix people?" a smaller Insectoid asked suddenly, antennae standing straight up at attention. A very, very small Caitian looked up at Syrax, eyes wide. "I like your hair," he said quietly.

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Lieutenant Shay smiled a little when Syrax came to join them, before she turned her attention to the children. “Physically?” She asked to clarify. “We don’t necessarily ‘fix’ people— we simply help them heal on their own.”

Diahjir thought he heard something about 'fixing people' from where he was working at a triage station. He was a doctor! That was what he did! At least, to a point... some things could not be fixed...

"We try our best to fix people, at least," Ev'kor piped up from beside Syrax, sinking into a crouch to be at the kids' level. "What is there that needs fixing? Myself and Commander Lan over there are doctors, we can definitely take a look." (edited)

He chuckled at the comment, bending down with his palms above his knees to appear just a bit less giant to the kids: "Thank you, that's so sweet! I think you could grow a little mane of your own!" The Instectoid's question grabbed his attention as well. Ignoring the sinking feeling of fear at the prospect of a hurt kid or a parent, he angled his head, looking at Ev'kor and nodding along to his words.

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"No, no, I mean—" their mandibles clicked for a bit, chittering in frustration as they struggled to convey what they wanted to say— "Fix ... People. If they stop working—" "Dude," hissed the Aurelian, elbowing them. "I just think, maybe they can help?? Elder 'Lio's totally freaking out, and—" "Shut up, man!" "You shut up!"

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“Alright,” Lieutenant Shay exhaled, “you two can stop fighting.” She knelt down in front of them. “Perhaps we can help. What’s going on?”

"Hey, hey!" Ev'kor laughed as soon as they started bickering. "Let's walk it back a little bit, alright? There's someone who needs "fixing", and one of your elders is worried about it. They must be pretty important, right? Is there more you can tell us? Anything would help."

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"You can also point us to where your elder is," he offered. "I'm sure if they're freaking out, they also need help, yeah?"

He watched the kids and the altercation. “There is no need for physical or verbal violence. We indeed might be able to help. But you will either have to explain what you meant or show us the problem directly.”

The insectoid looked around, exchanging a Look with the Aurelian, who hesitated before nodding. "Elder Lio, she's in one of the buildings in the square, I think. She's helping Mr. Kauhm fix his roof." "You'll need a lot more people if you wanna help her, though." "Lots more people, " they agreed, nodding intensely.

"Why would that be?" Syrax asked with a furrow to his eyebrows. What a weird medical emergency... "We do have more of our people with us, though, so don't worry about that."

"Um..." They looked up at Sy, a little sheepish. Trying to be vague was hard. "Just, trust me?.. You can ask her if you don't believe me...."

Confused, Shay tilts her head before she glances at Syrax. “Want me to get the whole team?” She asks curiously.

"We'll go talk to Elder Lio and mister Kauhm, then," Ev'kor said, smiling encouragingly. "Thanks so much for your knowledge! I think we'll be able to get a pretty good team together, once we know what we're going to need to do. Are any of you hurt?"

"I mean, I think some of my pinfeathers are missing, which kind of sucks..." The Aurelian raised her arm, trying to get a look at herself. "Not hurt, though, no. Just need a bath that's not in dirty river water..."

Syrax shook his head: "We should go and talk with the elder first, I think. No need to regroup if we don't know what we're doing."

He looked over to Shay. “Before mobilizing more officers, it would be wise to evaluate the problem at hand.” He said. “If there is need for more people, we will get them. However, if we are sufficient, then we would not stop progress in other aid fronts.”

“….Oh.” Becoming slightly embarrassed by her mistake now, Shay nodded. “Understood.”

The ACOS had been doing his stone-faced routine for a majority of the mission so far, and as the small group he’d plugged up with began to discuss speaking with the elder, he couldn’t help raising an eyebrow toward the new command officer. But, mistakes were mistakes, “All good, Lieutenant,” The gruff older man said with a nod, “Shall we get a move on, then?”

Lieutenant Shay nodded, remembering where the children said Elder Lio was. “Let’s get a move on,” she repeated, turning towards the direction the square was in.

"I think that could be a good idea, yeah. Finding this elder person," he straightened out, briefly looking back at the square again. Fixing a roof... they're looking for a broken down house, then? "As for you guys, go get some food and stuff if you need, okay?"

The little Caitian nodded, standing up with her friends alongside her. "Thanks, mister!"

"Good luck," Iviaan's text to speech chimed in as he turned his attention up from what he was doing at the triage station. "Feel free to let us know if you need our help. We'll hold down the fort here."

"Thank you, Lieutenant!" he offered a little salute to Iviaan, before he would make his way back to the #colony-square.

The action was reciprocated with a little smile. "That should be you good to go. Try not to walk on that foot. The crutches should help," he told the woman he was talking to, smiling to her as well.

Maxson began to trail after Syrax, though not before turning to Iviian and saying, “Keep up the good work, Lieutenant Ch’rhytross,” He kept in step with Syrax afterward.

*Twelve, who'd hung around in the triage station, assisted where possible and where was needed. Given others seemed to have a good bit of things covered, Twelve had just ensured that all that was needed was topped up from supplies. Though she rendered other need as needed. *

He moved to the square.