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<div style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80);">"You do make some valid points; however," Vilqa leaned in, "Do not make this<br>a habit to try and weasel out of away missions. There will only be so many<br>opportunities to do so. Take off your EVA suit and report to sickbay<br>
immediately." She wasn't so much angry at Ivri it was the fact that both Nix<br>and Ivri contacted her now, the very last minute to be removed from the away<br>team. The situation, not the people pissed me off. "Anybody else not feel<br>
like going?" She yelled out to the team gathered as she reacted on pure<br>instinct and stress more than anything else.<br><br>Justin almost replied that he should not go because of the increased<br>radiation and how Trills are more susceptable, then thought better of it.<br>
<br>Nick... much like the rest of the security members present responded with<br>silence, simply standing in their EVA suits, ready for inspection... but<br>even with their
silence, and proper stance (almost the position of<br>attention, but not quite), the anticipation of going on an away mission was<br>thick. They were not only ready to go, but excited to do so. Nick had only<br>been on two away missions since being on the Ridge... he was looking forward<br>
to another... maybe this one would go as good as the first one... he hoped.<br><br>Cait gave the Captain one of her most impish and wickedest looks she could<br>manage..and she could manage some pretty good ones. For one moment, the<br>
desire to poke at her captain was overwhelming and her hand twitched with<br>its need to rise and wave that she didn't want to go. Course, that wasn't<br>true, she couldn't wait to get down there and get to work but the look on<br>
K`y's face would be priceless until the quarter Klingon killed her. For a<br>moment, her love of poking command warred with her common sense. <span>Common<br>sense</span> won and her hand relaxed its twitching.<br><br>
Vilqa simply glared at Cait momentarily.<br><br>Kat heard the captain and shrugged there was no way she would turn this<br>chance to prove she was finally putting the attack behind her and going back<br>to being her charming self once again. She looked in the captain's direction<br>
giving her a look of determination making it clear that she was definitely<br>going. She looked at it two ways prove to those around her she was more in<br>control and for however brief a time it was time off <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);">the ridge</span> which she<br>
felt was much needed for her to completely recover.<br><br>Marcus lumbered into line, stirred from his own thoughts by the vacillating<br>voice of the captain. Well, maybe vacillating was the wrong word, and<br>oscillating wasn't right either, hmm, purely
shouting would do. He looked to<br>the captain. "My operations team have everything under control, I'm ready to<br>move to the surface." He then glanced at Justin, "Assuming my suit is fine."<br>
<br>Justin moved over to check Marcus' suit.<br><br>"Doctor Blake?" K`y then motioned with her fingers for the woman to<br>approach.<br><br>Wiping the expression of incipit mischief and mayhem off her face and<br>
replacing it with her doctor face, Cait scooted over to Vilqa. "Yes,<br>Captain?"<br><br>"There has been a change of plans with Counsellor Ivri." Calmness,<br>calmness, calmness was the mantra in her head, "She is staying on<br>
board the vessel. That now means you are one crew member short. If you<br>need another now is your chance to comm a member on your team. I don't<br>want you lacking the necessary personnel while plansetside."<br>
<br>Cait frowned, mentally saying some things best left unsaid. "I need a<br>counselor planetside....I'd like Ensign
Larkens then. She's had some psych<br>training."<br><br>"How about Doctor Jurard? Perhaps he is an option to join your team on<br>the surface Cait?" Vilqa was amazed she even remembered the name at<br>
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<br>Kylee waited patiently for the captain to respond to her request. She had a<br>feeling Vilqa wouldn't like her going off on her own, but perhaps she could<br>work out something to allow her to follow her hunch about the asteroid<br>
field.<br><br>Vilqa finally turned toward Nix, "Speak with Commander Lox to confirm which<br>shuttles have had recent servicing then come and see Commander Blake and I<br>in a few hours once we know everybody is settled on the planet and we can<br>
discuss your request."<br><br>Kylee nodded, glad to not have to try and slither in to those damn EVA<br>suits, hers never fitting comfortably on her body, meaning she felt<br>restricted. "Yes captain, I'll speak with him right away," she said, nodding<br>
once more before turning on her heels heading over to Commander Lox.<br><br>Justin looked at Marcus "Your suit checks out, however according to the on<br>board computer, it is nearing
it's end of life. After this mission, it will<br>need to be replaced. Though that is probably good advice for everyone due<br>to the radiation we will be dealing with."<br><br>"Well that's comforting." He gave a crooked smile, "Just what decides when<br>
that life is at an end?" He asked the question while thinking that he might<br>just change suits anyway. Better safe than sorry right?<br><br>"Well.. two different factors. <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);">Wear and tear</span>, radiation absorption, and<br>
just general usage time. Yours happens to be the last. It is the least<br>worrying as it is an arbitrary time set by some manager at Starfleet."<br>Justin replied. "Your radiation absorption and wear and tear markers show<br>
your suit almost unused, except for training sessions."<br><br>Marcus grunted, "Much better." He smiled again, "That's exactly what
I<br>wanted to hear."<br><br><br>Toby watched over the chaos, or what appeared to be chaos, looking for signs<br>of problems. Spotting and feeling none, he relaxed for a bit. He'd check<br>again before people left.<br>
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