>The trail of tracks led down a path that was cut through the growth. It must
>have taken quite some work to cut this path. It was fresh, just older than
>the battle. Indiating that the path was cut prior to the battle, but not
>before the base came was set up.
>
>Following the path and tracks took Makkie and Katya a good distance from the
>base camp, just over 120 meters. The trail opened up to a clearing about the
>size of small shuttle bay. From sensor readings and the pattern of foot
>prints, a pitch battle happened here. The beings that were trying to escape
>into the forest were caught by their pursuers. The end results of that
>battle were as yet unknown, but it appears as if some got away... More
tracks
>to follow.
Katya shook her head. "They were overwhelmed. Not much chance with odds
like that," she said, looking at the marks on the ground. "They were a
survey team, not a fighting squad."
"Not very sporting," Maggie said drily. She hated senseless slaughter.
"The tracks of what are possibly some survivors go that way," she said,
pointing with her phaser. "Shall we?"
"My turn to lead," Maggie suggested, heading off in that direction, carefully
scanning the area around her for anything untoward. She held her tricorder in her
left hand, her Sig in her right, with the right wrist resting on the left one for
stability.
(anything new, boss?)
