
97738.8
SCDR tr'Nai, Jalme
On Call Response
LOCATION Uncharted world BN01-A
MISSION REDACTED
OUTCOME Transit to Betazed disrupted by unprovoked attack. Crash landed on uncharted world. Repurposed mission-critical equipment to effect rescue. Recovered by Starfleet vessel U.S.S. Valkyrie. Mission scrubbed.
KEY PERSONNEL
- CAPT Konieczko, Dmitri
- CAPT Nimitz, Alistair
- CMDR Jarnefelt, Charlotte
- CMDR Kermit, James
- SCDR tr’Nai, Jalme
- LCDR Sedai, Katriel
- CPT Valencia, Gabriela
- LT Shinwa, Tsurugi
- ENS Sovum, Veneela
- CPO Ashodi, Thylan
NARRATIVE On or about SD 97698, I boarded the Type 11 shuttlecraft U.S.S. Kincardine bound for Betazed, in accordance with my orders to REDACTED. En route to our destination, the Kincardine was attacked by hostile ships which would later be identified to me as Nausicaan destroyers. From my position in the passenger cabin, I was unaware of the purpose of the attack or precise sequence of events; other reports will surely provide more pertinent details on this matter. For myself, I can only say with certainty that the shuttle crash landed on planet BN01-A and that I was seriously injured in that same crash, sustaining a femur fracture just above the knee.
Fortunately for me, the shuttle’s other passengers included two Starfleet doctors and a medic in training, who collectively tended to my immediate wounds and kept me alive for the first few days. However, before these officers could operate on me to repair my damaged leg, the group was forced to evacuate the Kincardine’s crash site as it was overrun by local fauna. Starfleet’s defensive measures proved completely insufficient to the beasts’ attack, leading to further injuries and forcing a hasty withdrawal from the camp. Much potentially valuable equipment and salvage was left behind, although fortunately I was able to take my mission gear with me.
I was forced by the circumstances to move on crutches, an extremely painful and exhausting ordeal. Eventually the group stopped to take note of a massive explosion behind us, originating from the crash site. It seemed that the Starfleet engineers, for unclear reasons, had removed the matter/antimatter reactor from the shuttle and left it undefended in the middle of the camp. When the predators that had driven us from the camp disturbed the reactor, it overloaded, most likely destroying the Kincardine and all the gear we did not carry with us.
At this point, it was the intention of the acting senior officer, Captain Konieczko, to continue to march onward to a structure his scouts believed might provide shelter. Given my condition and the gross negligence of Starfleet leadership displayed thus far, I refused to continue and granted Konieczko permission to proceed without me. Whereupon Konieczko attacked me unprovoked, firing his phaser at me and stunning me into unconsciousness.
When I awoke, Starfleet had constructed a crude sled on which to drag me like so much inconvenient cargo. They were soon forced to stop again to attend to the wounds of one Commander Kermit, who had been injured by the local wildlife. Lt. Commander Sedai, to her credit, managed to persuade Konieczko to leave Kermit and myself in her care while the rest of the party continued onward, and return for us when able.
While under the supervision of Sedai, I was given more latitude to move freely. I used the resulting privacy to REDACTED. My intention was to improve our chances of detection and rescue, even if by hostile elements such as the Nausicaans that attacked us in the first place. Our chances of survival as hostages or slaves, I estimated, were better than as castaways. However, a discussion with Kermit clarified my understanding of the original attack, specifically revealing that the aggressors had towed us into the Betreka nebula by force but then been themselves attacked by some unknown third party.
Our problems were further compounded by the arrival of a storm, which began to dump scalding rain and lightning down upon us. Knowing that our best chance of rescue lay with REDACTED, now that the shuttle’s communications equipment was no more, I urgently recovered my gear. In so doing, however, I further agitated my injury and exposed the existence of the REDACTED to my two companions. In my judgment, this was the correct call: Sedai and Kermit are good officers whom I’ve come to respect and trust, and the calculated risk I took was instrumental to the eventual rescue of the party.
As expected, Kermit immediately confiscated the REDACTED and set about tampering with it. I was in no condition to fight him for it at that point. Although the storm continued for some time, we were eventually collected by Captain Nimitz and delivered to a facility of alien fabrication. There I was able to undergo surgery to properly fix and immobilize my leg. Kermit, meanwhile, discreetly concealed the origin of the device in his possession from his fellow officers and set about integrating it into the communications equipment there.
Once sufficiently recovered from my operation, I took it upon myself to decode the language of the people who built the structure we were now squatting within. While this effort revealed much information of scholarly interest, which I will publish separately, the most pertinent detail proved to be that the facility was enclosed by a communications-disrupting field. I coordinated the efforts of the Starfleet personnel to locate and disable the field relays, allowing us at long last to broadcast a clear, powerful SOS into surrounding space.
The following day, Starfleet vessels arrived in orbit and came under fire by a network of defensive satellites. These proved easy to dispatch, and we on the surface were instructed to ready ourselves for transport. I disposed of my mission-critical gear in the appropriate manner and rejoined the others for rescue.
RECOMMENDATION Open a formal complaint concerning the conduct of Captain Konieczko, whose thuggish conduct, lax security, and evident unfitness for command very nearly cost the lives of all involved. Schedule any and all future missions taking place off-station to be serviced by a Republic runabout vessel with a functioning cloaking device.
RECOGNITION Commander Jarnefelt’s bedside manner leaves much to be desired, but with the benefit of hindsight, I believe she did everything that could be done to save my leg. Commander Kermit, himself seriously injured, demonstrated grit and determination in pursuing a rescue solution for all. Lt. Commander Sedai did more to keep the group functioning as a cohesive unit throughout the crisis than any other, and furthermore demonstrated a concern for my personal well-being that went above and beyond the requirements of duty. Finally, Ens. Sovum has a promising future as a medic and may represent a recruitment opportunity for the Republic if approached thoughtfully.
OOC Thanks again to Katriel for running this event and to my fellow players for the fun cooperation and conflict alike.
Feel free to reuse this topic for all your Survival Mode AARs. I made mine security level 2 due to some sensitive details particular to Jalme’s experience, but my assumption is that most of the rest of you could safely use a lower clearance.