> 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."
>
"Not a problem, Inspector." replied the Protector's XO, who then proceeded
making the arrangements.
>
> "Anything else, Maggie?"
>
The small hill held a great view of the surrounding area. They could see
the base camp, and the other members of their team milling about searching the
camp. They could see the sea, and the beach. They also were able to see the
first clearing that they came to, where they saw evidence of the fire fight.
Passing through it was a creature of sorts. Bi-pedal, and moving towards the
base camp. It was out of range of their tri-corders, but the ship's sensors
said it was, or at least appeared to be, andorian.
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