Be-Q-nna [chaos week]

[avocet]

Officer Huglava stirs.

There are only twitches from his two (you'd be surprised how many appendages xenobiology can have) webbed feet sticking out from amongst the rubble and I wait, wondering if it's life or shock stirring our Science Officer. The air around us continues to clear and as I look for the Captain, I spy a fair amount of lifeless red shirts. Carnage that no living eye should see.

Why do we send the Captain on away teams? And more importantly, how does the bastard never die?

Groaning, I move away from the debris from towards our leader. I try to move my medical tricorder towards Captain Enoch to assess him and search for any injuries from the crash. A few milliseconds and the scan comes back clear. The man is as healthy as a horse. There is more movement behind me and finally, Officer Huglava joins me. "If you give me a few more seconds to run a few more tests," I start to say before a croak stops me. Glancing down, I stare at the amphibian that blinks in reply.

Ribbet.

A few moments and his translator (a small device attached to his yellow uniform) explains: "Captain," it states. "We have reason to believe that this a Class M planet that hosts a good-sized population of Equidae." The frog frowns before its long tongue flicks out and samples the air of this alien landscape. Ribbet, the frog says darkly and it immediately becomes apparent that something that Security Officer Huglava has encountered is... odd. The translator relays his message: "They seem to have... mutated, Captain. Instead of hooves, they have... hands."

@[Enoch]