The trip was fairly uneventful; the tricorder readings remained steady, and the weather and surroundings were pleasant. So much so, Jim could almost forget about everything else he was worried about: Spock, the Narada, how Jim was holding up, Tina... The air was slightly humid, but not oppressively so (or at least, not yet), and the flora was fascinating. Possibly dangerous, of course, as anything potentially was. But thus far, nothing had happened to give any indication that the planet was other than it seemed: mostly untouched and mostly friendly.
Which was highly unusual, in Jim's experience. Not that he expected hostility. Merely that he had come to anticipate the unexpected.
The trek was a little over a mile, and they made good time. The signs of habitation were, at first, difficult to discern. But once Chapel pointed out something in the trees, they soon were all marking evidence that there were structures up there, blending in naturally with their surroundings but not made by the hand of nature at all.
It only remained to make contact, something Jim hoped Uhura would be helpful with.
Communication that relied on body language, he thought he could handle unless he got too excited. Communication based on pitch was... probably something else entirely.
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Date: 2009-12-21 06:47 pm (UTC)Which was highly unusual, in Jim's experience. Not that he expected hostility. Merely that he had come to anticipate the unexpected.
The trek was a little over a mile, and they made good time. The signs of habitation were, at first, difficult to discern. But once Chapel pointed out something in the trees, they soon were all marking evidence that there were structures up there, blending in naturally with their surroundings but not made by the hand of nature at all.
It only remained to make contact, something Jim hoped Uhura would be helpful with.
Communication that relied on body language, he thought he could handle unless he got too excited. Communication based on pitch was... probably something else entirely.