IKC FHew 7C6110
Stricken – Dust Off
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh HoS Matlh & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Sogh Marla Varquis & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Eredh Hay'legh
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Ro’ stood looking at the unloading. The dust was thicker than usual and it clung to his legs and waist. The lower half of the ship was covered in a thick brown coating, and it had been tracked everywhere inside. It had a smell that clung to the lungs and a taste which got into your food and drink. Even HoS had been considering using Tell’s shower device.
The sooner the better, Ro’ thought looking along the road towards the Romulan Colony of Morach. Either side of the road were mounds, hastily constructed mass graves for the victims of the Morach plague. Hay’legh had told him of some of the horrors of the years that had past during the plagues height. Now the bodies of thousands decomposed under a thin sheet of earth and dust. There was not enough soil to completely disguise the stench.
How many men, women and children breakfast with their kinfolk and the same night supped with their ancestors in the next world. The condition of the people was pitiable to behold. They sickened by the thousands daily and died unattended and without help. Many died in the open street, others dying in their houses made it known by the stench of their rotting bodies. The burial places did not suffice for the disposal of the vast multitude of bodies that were heaped by the thousands in vast trenches, like goods in a ships hold and covered with a little earth and lime. And as soon as those ditches were filled and covered, more were dug. So many died that all believed it was the end of life itself.
That was no way for a warrior to die.
Jared had assured Ro’ that the plague was no risk to the Klingons, that is only targeted Romulan and possibly Vulcan physiognomy. Even so, most of the crew had not come out unless they had to help unload.
Tag Jared: How about some technobable about bioengineered plagues based on the work of a particular Vulcan expert?
The last crates were being unloaded finally. Marie had been warned about taking on any provisions from here, so it was just a matter of dumping what they had and moving on. Ro’ moved over to where she was watching the four beq and a number of Romulans unload, “As soon as the last crate hits the dirt I want to hit the skies. Get everyone in to HIchop to get a proper look over with one of his new Federation toys. Sickness on a tub as small as this can be a nightmare.”
He moved back up the boarding ramp, past HoS, standing guard with a disruptor rifle. They exchanged a brief nod and he moved inside. Moving to the back of the, now more than half empty, hold, he climbed the ladder to the boom. He walked forward till he reached the bridge where Tell and Marla were laughing about something.
“Marla,” Ro’ barked, ignoring the sudden guilty look on her face, “Will this coat of dust cause any problems for us cloaking?”
"If I work on clearing it out a bit, it shouldn't be a problem."
Ro’ gritted his teeth, "Just do what ever needs to be done. I don’t want anyone following us when we go. Tell, help her out. And find a way to get it out of the air filters. It is everywhere.”
He suddenly stopped and looked again at the human engineer, “What happened to your head?”
Tell glared at him. "My head?" she asked. Why was everyone bothered with her hair? She liked it. "Nothing is wrong with my hair at all". Try squeezing in and out of tight spaces leaving half your hair behind, she wanted to tell him. "All the better to fight you with La", she replied with a grin.
He dismissed the pair with a wave of his hand and turned to Hay’legh, “I see you are keeping a cautious distance from the locals? Not a happy home coming?”
”This is not my home Ro’…this is….Areinnye, [Hell on earth/hell in reality]” Hay'Legh snapped back.
“Well, get us a course out of here and back to Federation space as fast as possible. When we are underway, I am going to have a drink to clear my throat of this dust. You should take some down time as well, let HoS take charge for a bit. Might shut him up some.”
Hay’Legh glanced back at Ro’. “HoS? You’re not afraid that he might try to take on the local D'deridex-class patrol ship on the way out?”
Ro' chuckled, "I have taken care of that. He will find he cannot drop the cloak without a command access code. Good luck to him firing any weapons with insufficient power."
EL Ro': Ro's Quarters
EL HoS: Mess (drinking bloodwine!)
EL Tell: Cloakroom (not the toilet)
EL Marla: With Tell ( Hay - in the toliet??????) (Marla- Tell said she was NOT in the Toilet!)
EL Hay: In her Quarters (not to be distrubed....)
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh HoS Matlh & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Sogh Marla Varquis & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Eredh Hay'legh
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| Title | Dust Off | |
| Mission | Stricken | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh HoS Matlh & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Sogh Marla Varquis & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Soghla' Jared & Eredh Hay'legh | |
| Posted | Thu Apr 15, 2010 @ 12:48am | |
| Location | Morach Colony | |
| Timeline | Late Afternoon | |
| Tag | All |
Ro’ stood looking at the unloading. The dust was thicker than usual and it clung to his legs and waist. The lower half of the ship was covered in a thick brown coating, and it had been tracked everywhere inside. It had a smell that clung to the lungs and a taste which got into your food and drink. Even HoS had been considering using Tell’s shower device.
The sooner the better, Ro’ thought looking along the road towards the Romulan Colony of Morach. Either side of the road were mounds, hastily constructed mass graves for the victims of the Morach plague. Hay’legh had told him of some of the horrors of the years that had past during the plagues height. Now the bodies of thousands decomposed under a thin sheet of earth and dust. There was not enough soil to completely disguise the stench.
How many men, women and children breakfast with their kinfolk and the same night supped with their ancestors in the next world. The condition of the people was pitiable to behold. They sickened by the thousands daily and died unattended and without help. Many died in the open street, others dying in their houses made it known by the stench of their rotting bodies. The burial places did not suffice for the disposal of the vast multitude of bodies that were heaped by the thousands in vast trenches, like goods in a ships hold and covered with a little earth and lime. And as soon as those ditches were filled and covered, more were dug. So many died that all believed it was the end of life itself.
That was no way for a warrior to die.
Jared had assured Ro’ that the plague was no risk to the Klingons, that is only targeted Romulan and possibly Vulcan physiognomy. Even so, most of the crew had not come out unless they had to help unload.
Tag Jared: How about some technobable about bioengineered plagues based on the work of a particular Vulcan expert?
The last crates were being unloaded finally. Marie had been warned about taking on any provisions from here, so it was just a matter of dumping what they had and moving on. Ro’ moved over to where she was watching the four beq and a number of Romulans unload, “As soon as the last crate hits the dirt I want to hit the skies. Get everyone in to HIchop to get a proper look over with one of his new Federation toys. Sickness on a tub as small as this can be a nightmare.”
He moved back up the boarding ramp, past HoS, standing guard with a disruptor rifle. They exchanged a brief nod and he moved inside. Moving to the back of the, now more than half empty, hold, he climbed the ladder to the boom. He walked forward till he reached the bridge where Tell and Marla were laughing about something.
“Marla,” Ro’ barked, ignoring the sudden guilty look on her face, “Will this coat of dust cause any problems for us cloaking?”
"If I work on clearing it out a bit, it shouldn't be a problem."
Ro’ gritted his teeth, "Just do what ever needs to be done. I don’t want anyone following us when we go. Tell, help her out. And find a way to get it out of the air filters. It is everywhere.”
He suddenly stopped and looked again at the human engineer, “What happened to your head?”
Tell glared at him. "My head?" she asked. Why was everyone bothered with her hair? She liked it. "Nothing is wrong with my hair at all". Try squeezing in and out of tight spaces leaving half your hair behind, she wanted to tell him. "All the better to fight you with La", she replied with a grin.
He dismissed the pair with a wave of his hand and turned to Hay’legh, “I see you are keeping a cautious distance from the locals? Not a happy home coming?”
”This is not my home Ro’…this is….Areinnye, [Hell on earth/hell in reality]” Hay'Legh snapped back.
“Well, get us a course out of here and back to Federation space as fast as possible. When we are underway, I am going to have a drink to clear my throat of this dust. You should take some down time as well, let HoS take charge for a bit. Might shut him up some.”
Hay’Legh glanced back at Ro’. “HoS? You’re not afraid that he might try to take on the local D'deridex-class patrol ship on the way out?”
Ro' chuckled, "I have taken care of that. He will find he cannot drop the cloak without a command access code. Good luck to him firing any weapons with insufficient power."
EL Ro': Ro's Quarters
EL HoS: Mess (drinking bloodwine!)
EL Tell: Cloakroom (not the toilet)
EL Marla: With Tell ( Hay - in the toliet??????) (Marla- Tell said she was NOT in the Toilet!)
EL Hay: In her Quarters (not to be distrubed....)