Cute Girls in Space

003: Raincoats and Radios

Navanha is a small temperate terra, and a planet lush with archipelagos. Many of which host islands that are very tropical, such as the larger island that the Argo has landed at; vast stretches of sandy beaches lined with luscious verdant trees. This generally means that when it's not bright, sunny, and beautiful, a large storm is threatening the foundations of any and all buildings established in the immediate area. Stepping off of the ship, the crew all look dressed for a day at the beach, each of them with a hefty bag on their back filled with equipment. Anam turns around to face the crew, clapping her hands. "Alright, everyone, this place is really prone to huge storms, so get all your sun-bathing or whatever done before we have to book it to one of the shelters. You've got your bags with raincoats and radios and whatever else you'll need including sleeping bags for everyone, just in case shit hits the fan for a particularly long while. Everyone got it?"

Veirence raises her hand. "Nope."

Anam rolls her eyes and sighs. "Yes?"

"Where are the shelters?"

"There's a positioning device in your bag that should give a layout of the colony, probably. There's a shelter to the north and south sides of the town," She gestures with her thumbs to the assortment of buildings in the jungle-like area not far from the beach itself. "So, you know, when-- if a big storm hits, just head to whichever one is closest. They're not hard to miss; big concrete structures stand out well against the greenery, plus they've got big lightning rod arrays on the top that go way above the trees that help power the town, so just look for a big spiky grey building and that'll be it. Any more questions?"

The two other crew members either shrug or don't respond, or, in Lia's case, simply say "No questions from me, Captain!"

"Good. Now, go have fun! If you need me, just use the radio." She pats the radio hooked onto her belt. She and Veirence head to the lightly populated glaring white sand beach currently under heavy bombardment of the radioactive wrath of two overhead suns. Perfect sunbathing conditions. All the while, Lia and Mint go the opposite direction into the town.

"Do you think a storm will hit, Lieutenant?" Lia queries.

Mint looks up at a clear sky as the two walk along the path through the commuting townsfolk and simply shrugs.

"Very insightful! The forecast is quite unpredictable on this planet, so my sensors are not reliable at the moment. We will have to rely on our eyes and ears, and noses!" Lia smiles at Mint, though the other girl doesn't seem too interested.

Some hours later as the suns are lower in the sky, Anam's rest is disturbed with the sudden and loud rumbling of thunder. Her dark eyes open to see a wall of even darker storm clouds cast over the vibrant ocean. She nudges Veirence beside her and notices the denizens that had numbered the beach had disappeared. "Doc, might want to wake up,"

Veirence shudders awake, quickly sitting up and looking over at Anam, then over to the cascade of near-pitch clouds threatening the sky. "Uhh... that's..." She looks at the Captain as she gets to her feet, gathering her things alongside Anam as the two quickly put on their raincoats. "Okay, where's the nearest bunker?"

Anam holds up a 'wait' finger to Veirence, then grabs her radio and turning it on. "Alright guys, a huge storm is about to hit so I need everyone to meet up at the town center so we can make checks on equipment before it hits," She signals at Veirence to follow her and the two start walking toward the town.

"Captain, I am not sure we will be able to meet up--" Lia's voice crackles through Anam's radio. "The storm is approaching extremely quickly--"

Anam and Veirence look behind them expecting to see the clouds still miles away, but instead see that the sky had become completely black as streaks of lightning arc across the billows. With hardly a sprinkle of warning, a downpour pelts through the leaves of the overhead trees, and sight becomes almost immediately restricted with the darkness of the sky paired with the fog brought from the rain. "Right," Anam screams into her radio as she shields herself from the assailing torrent. "We need to head to the bunkers immediately. Everyone head to whichever bunker is closest, do not go to the town center,"