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Pod 2, Part 3: Two If By Land

Posted on Wed Dec 5th, 2018 @ 10:34am by Captain Malcom Llwyedd & Lieutenant Kedra Nema & Lieutenant JG Soto Gantt

Mission: Mission 4: Riding A Pale Horse
Location: Planet ZP0442
Timeline: 12 July, 2394 - 1900 Hours


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Nema sat at the table trying to enjoy the meal. These people had been kind enough to take them in, and their cuisine wasn’t bad, but the preacher was still having trouble even addressing her.

The meal was simple, consisting largely of variants of mushrooms. The conversation thus far had been simple, but Nema wanted to steer it towards the preachers beliefs. These people looked human, and she thought that maybe they had a variant of an ancient earth religion.

"So Pytor you mentioned that you are religious. Can you tell me more about your beliefs?"

Tumo glanced up from his hunched crouch in the chair. "You don't tear up half a man's field and expect to eat with him!"

"Will you not eat, Brother," said Pytor, sounding a little, but not entirely, like he was asking. "Our beliefs are simple, as is our life. We believe in community, where brothers and sisters aid one another. God is pleased when we work in harmony with nature, the soil, the weather, and care for animals and plants. Simplicity and humility are key, Visitors. We avoid that which might lead to self-exaltation, pride of position or search for power."

Nema took a thoughtful bite of a mushroom stew before responding.

"Is your god an interactive god? That is to say, do they communicate with you, or is there a text that you follow?"

"Our sacred canon is learned at home and in the chapel by every person. In spite of the many hardships our ancestors faced the original text survived, honor to God. We also hear the new word of God. Finer points of the commandments, or disputes, are settled by those appointed by the Seekers, or the Seekers themselves who bring the decision from God." Pytor lifted a spoonful of soup when he saw Tumo look carefully at him. "Of course, we communicate with God in our prayers and use the senses He gave us to know how to do things."

Max noticed Tumo growing more tense. His nerves had started to throb almost in time with the vein in Tumo's forehead. Inside Max withered at the thought of Tumo unleashing another salvo. He tried to lose himself in the soup which was very good. He tried to guess the ingredients. Maybe Kalstri would be able to figure out how to make it. Thinking of his friends back on the Firebird only made the tension in the room more prominent. Max slunk further down in the chair.

The meal finished and the conversation wrapping up, Nema stood.

"We should be on our way. There are others of our crew out there, and we should try to find them as quickly as possible. Thank you both for your hospitality, and Tumo, if we find ourselves stranded here for any significant length of time, I would like to come back to help with your farm. I know that vague promises don't fix fields, but it's the best I can do under the circumstances."

"Don't let them go, Brother, or we'll never see them again," growled Tumo, his eyes swerving around the yard as though to find a weapon to use. "Look at the field! Make them to pay the debt now before we're ruined."

Nema tried to smile, the man had been nothing but problematic since they had landed, and now was trying to keep them from finding their friends.

"Tumo, I appreciate that this is a difficult time for you. And if the circumstances were different, I'm sure that we would be more than willing to help immediately with the retrieval of your crops. As it stands though, we need to find our friends. There was a crash not to far from here, and we will be on our way to find them."

She tried to sounds as apologetic as possible without losing any of the steel in her voice. They were leaving, and there was nothing that Tumo could do about it.

Pytor's brother looked as red-faced as a beet. Max wondered if he would explode. "You should believe her," Max said. "Lieutenant Nema didn't have to promise to come back. She could have left without a promise. You insult her and she is still kind. Who is the better neighbor?" His grandmother use to say the same thing when he or his sisters weren't being nice. Max wasn't exactly sure where it came from. He knew what it meant. So did Tumo if his reaction was any indication.

Nema took the opportunity to start moving towards the door. She made sure not to stop, and added as the door opened,

“We appreciate the hospitality, and we will return of we are able.” She kept walking and walking, headed in the direction of another pod that they had seen coming down. Turning to make sure Max was following she said,

“Let’s not run into anymore monks, especially when they have uppity farmer brothers.”

Max allowed himself to smile because the lieutenant was trying to ease the tension. He didn't feel like smiling. "How can we avoid them? We'll travel fasted by road but they'll have farms all along the roads."

Nema reached out to pat Max on the shoulder. She didn’t respond, but kept walking away from the brothers’ farm. Hopefully soon they would find some of their friends.

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By Petty Officer 3rd Class Gianna Djokovic on Thu Dec 13th, 2018 @ 8:34pm

It's was nice that this wasn't a violent confrontation but still had some good tension to it. Everyone's interactions with the natives have been so different based on such varying personalities-- something that sometimes seems to get lost in Star Trek where they like to paint an entire culture in the same stereotypes. I feel like it's added a nice realism to everything in this mission. -Liam