Away team :- Destination 1664 England

Posted on Sat Jul 11th, 2020 @ 5:46am by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson & Avalon [ADMIN NPC] & Lieutenant JG Gallia Norris & Commander Sthilg & Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Lieutenant Casper Thornhill & 1st Lieutenant Mark Cross & Lieutenant JG Miraj Derani

Mission: Season 3: Episode 4: Cause and Effect
Location: Various
Timeline: MD9 05h00
1543 words - 3.1 OF Standard Post Measure

IC

=Medical=

The Away team gathered in one of the rooms off of Main Medical.

Phoenix looked at the group gathered. "Right, all of you will be dressing in the clothes of the period and as Doctor Sthilg has stated, immunizations. I am not having you all bring back a plague."

An ensign brought in a pile of clothing. And another two came in with dermal regenerators and make up.

"Pink hair will need to go Ensign Derani" Phoenix smiled at the Ensign "And Gallia, yours needs to grow,"

Mark made a bee-line for the pile of clothing, scooping up a dark green short coat and black capotain hat for a kick-off. If he was having to ditch the grey and green for an away mission in exchange for silly period clothing, then he was determined to make himself the most "fashionable" in the party, and that meant picking the best items from the pile before they were gone. He hoped he could pass it off as being a 'can-do Marine attitude' and not for the real reason.

"Well, I cannae be sure if I can still pull off the long hair look, but I'll sacrifice fashion for fittin' in." Gallia joked, making her way to one of the Ensigns who she hoped had one of those follicular stimulator gadgets like Estelle loved so much, "Okay, if ye have the tools, dae the job."

Miraj was still looking at the temporary reconstruction of her orbital arches to make her look fully human. It felt weird, like she'd lost bits of herself. "Blonde please." she decided. She knew that was a popular colour at the time. With Gallia being wrangled into suitable hair, she started on the clothes. She'd dressed up in period clothing for her pirate hologames more than enough, and she knew her way around. Grabbing a chemise and stockings, she decided she'd sort out her own stays, and then went for the plainer gear, picking out skirts and petticoats in a dark navy, and a red bodice.

Gallia could literally feel her hair growing as the Ensign Nurse, she thought her name was Walton, the one who had a huge problem with Tallia, worked the stimulator over her scalp, she was about to have flowing locks again for the first time since the week of her mother's death, she wondered if it was now considered before or after that event for her now.

Casper moved over and looked at the clothes that were being provided, he nodded and grabbed some that looked like they would fit him the best and matched. After he put them on he felt silly. He thanked any type of god that was wanting to listening to be from an era where they didn't have to wear thing and anything that they had now were nice form fitting clothing.

Arrianna entered dressed as a Florentine noblewoman. She brought in a case of disguised technology. Tobacco Tins and Vainity Mirrors that were actually tricorders. Along with six flintlock pistols that were phasers. "These items have been created for our use alone. They will not activate to anyone but us. And they will disintegrate if they are tampered with. The communicators have also been disguised." She mentioned.

The gorn couldn't help but feel disappointed as he stepped through the doors with the oddly large hypospray. The seventeenth century was a period he'd read plenty about and he'd have loved to see it for himself. " Okay everyone when your ready, pleassse come here for your ssshotsss."

"Come 'head an' stick me, Dr. Bossk.. Sthilg." Gallia volunteered first, "I can teck it."

Arrianna walked towards the Gorn. "I guarantee you, if we were to beam down to this society right now, we'd be dead in twenty-four hours. Medicine was essentially beyond primitive in this time." The Alindari presented her arm for the shot.

"Now, once we're planetside, we will proceed directly to the coordinates of the beacon. If there is any Technology on the planet, we will retrieve it and leave immediately. That includes any survivors from any ship we might find." Arrianna mentioned.

The gorn gave both Galla and Alindari the shot before reloading the spray for the next patient. " It wasss ssstill a primitive time for medicine, but thingsss were improving. "

Miraj had been humming a sea shanty meant for hauling in the anchor as she pulled the lace on her stays tight. "Plenty of sailors got smallpox, and more than a few had The Clap. And scurvy. And if you got sick they gave you leeches!" she said with quite undisguised glee.

"Hard te believe what kinda primitive hell hole our world, well, most of our world anyway, used te be." Gallia said with a shudder, she'd only read about this, Clap, as it was called in the diary of her most famous ancestor, Brigadier Simon Fraser, who referenced some of his men catching it from women in North Africa, it had been eliminated by the early 21st century.

The gorn also placed a small box of pills on the table before going back to reloading the hypospray. " Here everyone take one. "

Miraj looked at them. "What are they?"

" Time displacement bacterial ssstabilisssation capsssules. Ssshould ssstop you throwing up if you need to eat or drink anything from this time period." The gorn explained.

"I dunno if it's a testament te Starfleet's forward thinkin' that sooch a thing exists or if i's a bad sign that we get displaced in time so of'en that it's has te." Gallia mused, then shrugged and downed the pill, "But, I willnae be the test case te prove they're not needed."

"Has anyone read up on what they actually serve down there in this time period?" Casper asked.

"if its anything like the eighteenth century," Miraj offered, tieing pockets around her waist, "The poor ate bad bread and potatoes and porridge and the rich ate good bread, and lots of meat. Real meat from actual dead animals, not replicated meat."

"Non replicated meat is not too bad. My people do not replicate meat." Phoenix said calmly. "Ok.. once you are all dressed, meet in Transporter bay 1. We have located a beam down point."

Gallia turned her head to hear the Captain, not ever understanding why she believed a connection existed between looking at someone and hearing them better, and a now long red lock fall into her face over her left eye, obscuring her vision, "Ahh, bloody hell, I dinnae remember whet a pain in the arse this stuff is." Gallia complained, already missing her nearly shorn pixie, "I dinnae know how any uf ye stand it."

"Down there," Miraj said, taking up the colouriser, "Short hair meant things, ma'am. And none of them good. Anyone who could manage it had long hair, either their own, or a wig." She took up the colouriser and started to brush it through her hair, turning her cotton candy pink hair to a light golden blonde. "And wigs itch."

"Aye, that they dae." Gallia replied, shaking her had sadly as the Ensign's hair turned to a less exotic color, "Tha would break Tay's heart."

Miraj looked at herself in the mirror, at the completely normal human looking back at her. She touched her forehead where the fine biomechanical mesh covered the divot in the bone that created the characteristic boslic trident crease in her forehead. "It won't last," she promised, herself more than the commander.

Varis walked in wearing the garb of a Scot. It was the culture that he knew the most about so he decided to go with it. He had even managed to nail the accent as he spoke. "Sorry for my tardiness, but I take it we are all ready to go and know our assignments." Varis may have not had the command officially but he was going to make sure that he kept everyone in line.

=/\=Transporter Room 1=/\=

Phoenix stood with a Transporter Tech looking at a holographic map of an area as the group entered. Once they were all assembled and standing on the pad, She spoke. "Ok, so tracking has brought us to 1664 England, around 30 miles south east of London. There is a forest and a fair amount of farm land. We will beam you down into a clearing near what we have determined is Hever Castle."

Arrianna spoke. "Mission priority is to find the crash site, recover any survivors, and remove any trace of debris from the crash. Anything and everything technological is retrieved." She mentioned. "Minimal contact with humans of this era."

"Right, right." Gallia nodded, "We cannae let nobody know who we are."

"What Commander Vantar said. I would like to add that there should be minimal contact with anything of this era living or dead. Only contact if needed for the success of the mission. If contact is warranted it must be ran by mission command and myself. I cannot stress how imperative it is to follow these guidelines." Varis chimed in with and intensity in his voice and his demeanor. He hated everything about this mission and had to make sure that the crew understood that this was not a pleasure cruise.

"Good Luck. Beam them down when ready." Phoenix said.