SD 241212.24 || "Forewarning" || Plot Log || XO || Cmdr Lansine

Posted on Tue Dec 25th, 2012 @ 7:18am by Captain Robert Lansine

512 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Romulan Ale.. I mean Aide
Location: Colony Surface

The darkness of dust had yet again begun to settle on the jagged hills of the colony. The more time that passed, the more Rob wished to leave the Romulan outpost. Despite the best of intentions, though polluted with sour attitudes, Lansine and his small team of scientists and other Starfleet personnel had yet to find any concrete explanation as to the colonists’ health concerns. Worse off, communications with the Vindicator continued to fluctuate, and while no in immediate danger, Rob never found comfort when surrounded by Romulans. He’d spent enough time with Cardassians on Carida; feelings of xenophobia, especially towards the more hostile of species, had managed to seep into his conscious mind.

For the third time in as many minutes, Lansine tapped his comm. badge in attempt to hail the ship. “Vindicator, come in.” He tried, more annoyed than legitimately concerned. But just as with the last attempts, the call only returned static.

Rob sighed again, loudly enough a few passing Romulan colonists turned to glance at the Starfleet man. He feigned a smile and those eyeing him returned to their monotony.

All but one.

“I’m sorry—Commander is it?” A tall Romulan man continued his gaze and walked towards Lansine, who was propped up against the near building contemplating another comm. attempt. “I couldn’t help but notice—your communicator—it doesn’t appear to be working.” The older, and greener, man’s long and slender fingers pointed to the device attached to Lansine’s uniform.

“Erm-,” Rob struggled to find an answer in time to reply.

“I’m afraid the frequency used by your device does not permit transmissions after sundown,” the unnamed Romulan frowned. “Trellium deposits in the planet’s crust absorb radio signals in the absence of UV radiation.”

Lansine only offered a confused expression.

“No need to fret, my friend. You can use my transmitter at home. It’s insulated from the ore’s effect.” The man offered another large smile as he looked beyond Lansine’s shoulder towards what most likely was his house.

Never before had a Romulan offered to help Lansine, let alone invite him to his home, and while Rob understood the relatively strange circumstances surrounding their visit, the man’s impromptu offer still struck the Vindicator XO as odd.

“I’m afraid-,” Rob began, but once again was ignored by his Romulan counterpart.

“No, no, do not worry, my friend just this way,” the taller man all but pulled Lansine off his perched position against the wall and towards the alley leading towards his house. “We mustn’t keep your shipmates waiting.”

Rob’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the Vindicator. “What do you know-,” he was again stopped short, this time in full force as the Romulan stranger yanked him into the alley way and away from sight.

“You fool!” The man’s welcoming, although strange expression had suddenly transformed into an intimidating and formidable stoicism.

“They are here, and they’re going to kill you all.”


=/\= End Log =/\=


Commander Robert Lansine
Executive Officer
USS Vindicator

 

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