Once everyone was on the transporter pad, the Transporter Chief enganged
the transporter and sent the lot down to Xendo.
Upon arrival the team was greeted to a wonderfull view of the ocean from
atop a hill. The ocean was about 100 meters away, and the sounds of the surf
and the avian life were just barely above a whisper in volume. The scrub
brush on the small dunes on the seaward side of the hill dotted the landscape.
Behind them was, unfortunately, a different view. The chared and pock marked
remains of a base camp. The ruins were merely 20 meters behind them, and
looked like they belonged just about anywhere but this idealic scene by the
ocean. The markings on the shells of buildings were Starfleet in origin.
Blast marks on the buildings and the pock marks in between indicated that the
camp was hit initially from the air, small craft most likely. A second wave
of land based weaponry followed. Small arms like those carried by foot
soldiers.
Scans of the encampment revealed no signs of life, and no bodies. However,
the range of the tricorder was only a 40 meter radius. Some native animal
life was detected, but nothing that could pose a threat to the party.
***
Back in the command center:
Michael Nash had a fresh pot of coffee on the desk beside him. On the vid screen
that covered the far wall he had six different sections: Three showed various scans
he was running of the area below, one was a data scroll, yet another showed him the
readings of Maggie's tricorder. He placed a mic/speaker combination into his ear
and then talked to the team. "Looks like they were hit hard and fast," he
said. "Any indication they may have escaped somewhere?" He tuned the scanners to
look for any signs of life or material in the immediate area.
(boss, anything?)
