as written by barney_fife
The Admiral frowled. "Sir, yes sir." She said, making a salute towards Jason, albeit it was largely in a mocking fashion as she started back towards her spot near the fire and among the crates of supplies.
The first thing she began to do was open up her datapad and start typing. What exactly she was typing was anyone's guess, as any attempts to look at her screen would reveal nothing but Aschen anquietas symbols being entered, and scrolling across the screen.
In reality she was writing a scathing, damning report back to the Empire concerning the expedition. Perhaps the look on her face and the emblem of the Imperial Navy could lend some clues.
The typing continued well into the night, as the sun grew ever so dimmer on the horizon, and darkness filled the outpost, save for a small LED light. Though the typing would have ceased, and Nagala was rummaging through crates.
In one large crate she had pulled out a small case. The case itself was marked 'In case of Emergency' in Anquietas, and was made from a reinforced hard plastic. She opened the case with an audible thunk. Rummaging through, she withdrew a small remote, A Compact Disruptor pistol, and high density survival rations.
"Gods I hope this damn thing works.." She said, starting towards the door, stuffing the weapon into her pants, and opening the door with a creak, and stepping outside into the bitter cold. Swallowing hard she fumbled with the remote, pressing the button and waiting.
After nothing happened, she pointed the remote to the sky, and she pressed the button again. The second time nothing happened, she shouted in frustration, throwing the remote against the stone wall, then she produced a small medallion.
"Lords of Kobol, what have I done to anger you. Why have you forsaken me? What punishment is this? Trapping me on a world with mutants, and incompetent half wits. This Jason; He runs this group like a band of refugees, with no purpose, he knows nothing of tactics or survival. Letting the boy go to the temple could have ensured the boy's death; and yet I am perceived as the bad guy. Lords of Kobol, please deliver me from this situation."
Sliding the figurine into her jacket, she lowered herself onto the ground, sitting cross legged to stare out onto the horizon. She pulled out her datapad, and began to type once more. She stared in confusion; connecting no problem to the Pathfinder, but all outgoing connections off world seemed impossible.
The Admiral frowled. "Sir, yes sir." She said, making a salute towards Jason, albeit it was largely in a mocking fashion as she started back towards her spot near the fire and among the crates of supplies.
The first thing she began to do was open up her datapad and start typing. What exactly she was typing was anyone's guess, as any attempts to look at her screen would reveal nothing but Aschen anquietas symbols being entered, and scrolling across the screen.
In reality she was writing a scathing, damning report back to the Empire concerning the expedition. Perhaps the look on her face and the emblem of the Imperial Navy could lend some clues.
The typing continued well into the night, as the sun grew ever so dimmer on the horizon, and darkness filled the outpost, save for a small LED light. Though the typing would have ceased, and Nagala was rummaging through crates.
In one large crate she had pulled out a small case. The case itself was marked 'In case of Emergency' in Anquietas, and was made from a reinforced hard plastic. She opened the case with an audible thunk. Rummaging through, she withdrew a small remote, A Compact Disruptor pistol, and high density survival rations.
"Gods I hope this damn thing works.." She said, starting towards the door, stuffing the weapon into her pants, and opening the door with a creak, and stepping outside into the bitter cold. Swallowing hard she fumbled with the remote, pressing the button and waiting.
After nothing happened, she pointed the remote to the sky, and she pressed the button again. The second time nothing happened, she shouted in frustration, throwing the remote against the stone wall, then she produced a small medallion.
"Lords of Kobol, what have I done to anger you. Why have you forsaken me? What punishment is this? Trapping me on a world with mutants, and incompetent half wits. This Jason; He runs this group like a band of refugees, with no purpose, he knows nothing of tactics or survival. Letting the boy go to the temple could have ensured the boy's death; and yet I am perceived as the bad guy. Lords of Kobol, please deliver me from this situation."
Sliding the figurine into her jacket, she lowered herself onto the ground, sitting cross legged to stare out onto the horizon. She pulled out her datapad, and began to type once more. She stared in confusion; connecting no problem to the Pathfinder, but all outgoing connections off world seemed impossible.