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Friday afternoon, 3pm
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oneandtogether"Attention." When the voice came, it was wholly unexpected-- so much so that Spock found himself both startled and dismayed. "The station has successfully completed docking procedures and the transporters are now active. Please proceed to the Porta Ianualis for transport to the planet's surface."
It had been months since this had happened, and while their excursion to Colonial-era Jamaica had been mild as far as injuries and repercussions went, Spock had not yet discovered a way to erase the turmoil that their trip to the underwater habitat (and his own uncharted voyage into the sphere itself) had incurred. Though he had not been with either Amy or Shepard when they died, the awareness remained; none of them were safe. Jim's absence was further proof of that.
In the Hub, people gathered in groups. Many of those preparing to beam down, like Spock, had packs or bags on their shoulders and stood inspecting the screens with grim looks of determination. The jungle they saw was nondescript, anonymous. No indication of the world on which it was located, or what might await them there.
Spock would have liked to believe their mission this time would be mundane, but he knew better than to hope that what he desired would come to pass. The best outcome that was in any way likely was that they would manage to survive in spite of the odds that seemed stacked increasingly against them.
[The plot is open for business! This post is for pre-beaming or those who are not going; the other threads will be posted later tonight.]
It had been months since this had happened, and while their excursion to Colonial-era Jamaica had been mild as far as injuries and repercussions went, Spock had not yet discovered a way to erase the turmoil that their trip to the underwater habitat (and his own uncharted voyage into the sphere itself) had incurred. Though he had not been with either Amy or Shepard when they died, the awareness remained; none of them were safe. Jim's absence was further proof of that.
In the Hub, people gathered in groups. Many of those preparing to beam down, like Spock, had packs or bags on their shoulders and stood inspecting the screens with grim looks of determination. The jungle they saw was nondescript, anonymous. No indication of the world on which it was located, or what might await them there.
Spock would have liked to believe their mission this time would be mundane, but he knew better than to hope that what he desired would come to pass. The best outcome that was in any way likely was that they would manage to survive in spite of the odds that seemed stacked increasingly against them.
[The plot is open for business! This post is for pre-beaming or those who are not going; the other threads will be posted later tonight.]