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(OOC: If you want to be a part of this away mission, please read the whole post including OOC comments at the end for all information, captains orders, etc.)

Kirk stared down at the ice planet on the forward view screen unhappily. He didn't have the best relationships with ice planets, and the idea of going down to this one had him less than pleased. The circumstances surrounding it he liked even less. The report he had gotten from Starfleet was complete - up until one week ago. The colony on the planet had vanished into silence, reminding him painfully of Juxta. The Enterprise happened to be the closest ship capable of handling something like this, and here they were.



The information started off basic. It wasn't a colony meant to spread humanity throughout the universe, but instead it was meant sheerly to be able to harvest a rare mineral that didn't get formed beneath the ground, but was actually contained in the ice itself. There were more detailed reports on that, but that was more Spock's area than his. A colony of more than two hundred that had been reporting well and good up until a week ago, but when their weekly report came, Starfleet got nothing at all.

The colony was spread out over a large area - Kirk had a good set of maps to work with - but the area was dangerous. The ice seemed to spread and move almost like a living thing, and Starfleet suggested that if something happened to, say, the colony's energy sources, it could have already started taking over buildings.

Jim stared down at the console in front of him, then stood up. Messages flew out to certain people quickly, Jim leaning over and typing, unable to sit still.

To: Spock, Bones

I need you to look over the attached information, find me the best people you think will be right for this. We'll need to be able to cover a large area to get all information required. Get back to me, quickly.

Captain Kirk


He set Communications on trying to reach anyone at all down on the planet. His father and Uhura in particular, knowing they above all others would be able to pull off a miracle while they got their away team together.

There was just something in his bones that wasn't settled right about this, and he didn't even know why.





Major Thread Starts (post new threads under the topic it matches to, please!)


All Sign Up Threads
All Transporter Room Threads
All Debriefing+Transport Threads
Beginning of the Away Mission/After Transport


(OOC: There's the beginning of it! Here's how this'll work - check the first comment below to 'sign up' for the away mission and to get orders for your character. This is meant to be a serious mission, not crack, so please take that in mind. We won't be waiting for people to post, this will be more like a 'party post' in the sense that things will be going on at different times to different people. Occasionally, and without warning (mwhahaha) the NPC_Aliens account will be posting on individual threads as to planet and/or outside influences will be occurring. If you have questions, want something specific to happen, or would like a particular thing to do, send me a PM/IM.)

Re: AWAY MISSION - Wonderful.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cso-spock.livejournal.com
He never doubted a scenario's ability to go from bad to completely awful, as it seemed to be doing now. The pull and push of the wind hit right up against his back and made each breath harder to draw. The whine made his shoulders hunch, the hint of the sound piercing through his thoughts in the worse way, making him curl towards the ground as he struggled to focus above it.

A few moments more of that, gulping down lungfuls of frozen air, before he pulled up again, looking up through the snow with both hands framing his head.

Re: AWAY MISSION - Indeed.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] npc-aliens.livejournal.com
Scratch that, there was definitely something right there with him. Framed in the snow was something just able to be seen, something taking shape. A large eye, hollow and horribly seeing.

The not-sound only got louder, screaming in his head.

Re: AWAY MISSION - Indeed.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cso-spock.livejournal.com
There was something to put into his report. Assuming he survived. Assuming that the cold running through his veins was just fear and not the beginning of frostbite.

It was probably both.

Spock took another gulp of air, shallower than the ones before, and threw himself back away from the eye and the forming shape. He didn't want to know what the entire outline would be. His hand clawed through the snow to give him enough forward pull so he could get to his feet, but he stumbled and fell to his knees again, concentration compromised by the sound he couldn't tune out.

Re: AWAY MISSION - Indeed.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] npc-aliens.livejournal.com
The sound came to a climax like a needle stabbing into his brain and shut off a second later. A heavy weight crashed over him, and Spock could feel himself being lifted from the ground without being touched. The pressure wrapped around him like claws, sinking under his skin.

Re: AWAY MISSION - Indeed.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cso-spock.livejournal.com
The pain was near blinding in that single moment and, in retrospect, he would feel sorry for those attached to him that had to feel that fired through his bonds. But the next moment he could think again, and it was a struggle to get back enough forethought while his limbs felt increasingly immobile.

His fingers grabbed weakly for the communicator at his belt, shaking with ache as he flipped the cover up. "Jim," His throat hurt. Could it even be heard over the noise of the wind? "Shields." He tried to push the word through the bond at the same time, as direct as he could make it.
Edited Date: 2010-07-11 05:47 am (UTC)

Re: AWAY MISSION - Indeed.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] npc-aliens.livejournal.com
Ethereal claws were tightening around Spock's body, squeezing the air out of him with the sheer freezing temperature that came with it. The noise was starting back up again, slowly this time, but stronger.

Re: AWAY MISSION - Indeed.

Date: 2010-07-11 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cso-spock.livejournal.com
It squeezed the breath from him, piercing through the cloth and into skin like needles. Desperately, he tried to writhe from its hold as if there was a way to get out of it, and the communicator dropped from his loose grip into the snow.

Then the noise, filling up his thoughts as if pushing out. His mind might suffer more the a migraine if this kept up, he didn't know, but he couldn't push it back. But it was also difficult to take air in and his body suffered. everything was fuzzy and white and his lungs were tight, something rang at the back of his mind that tasted familiar and wholesome and welcome, and then it was black.
Edited Date: 2010-07-11 05:59 am (UTC)

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