After some fiddling, Mike managed to secure open channels to all the away team members. He was listening in as Maggie and Katya followed the tracks.
*** > > "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. > They proceeded another 120 meters or so, and came across another clearing at the top of a hill. What they saw was simply a horrid sight. Graves. There were 4 graves, all fresh. Scans revealed that they were all Federation member races. Those that ran were killed, and burried. By deduction that meant that at least one survived the attack. Maggie closed her eyes a second, silently saying a quick few words in prayer. Then even fewer words in cursing. Those, however, were spat aloud. "Michael," she said, her voice solemn, "we've got four graves here, apparent Federation races." He linked up with her tricorder to stream in her scans. He then passed the info along to the Starfleet liason officer in the room with him. "Let's bring these people home," he said quietly. "Ask the CMO to do post mortems to be certain there's no info we can gain from that." (eh?) "Anything else, Maggie?" (is there, boss?)
