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[its_uhura]

Nyota stared at the world coming closer in her viewscreen. Four days and now...her secret passion, so close. The radio frequencies were so promising. IT seemed far more primiative than it ought to be, but there were people down there, speaking a variant of Basic. Shouldn't take too long to pick it up

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[sf_spyman]

"I leave it in your capable hands, Captain," he smirked, looking up from his journal.

"How long ago did those ships go missing?" he asked. It would take more than a few centuries for them to regress this much, he'd thought, unless there were other forces at work.

[its_uhura]

"Very beginning of Earth's colonization efforts," Nyota responded with a little eyeroll at calling her Captain. "I was thinking we'd try to land without notice. According to all the records we have of the ships, they were a blending of genetics, so so long as nothing outre has happened, we should both fit in."

[sf_spyman]

"So, a hundred years," he answered. "They've been gone a hundred years- if that's them." He tried to envision being stranded without resources, without the technology to tell someone what happened. "They'd have to go back to the Stone Age, as far as technology goes," he pointed out. "Making their own tools, having to grow food, probably a hunter/gatherer society at first. But their language shouldn't have changed that much." He refused to believe that part of this.

[its_uhura]

"Either bands or tribes," Nyota nodded. "We could be generous and put them at bronze or even iron age, but modern would be impossible. The sensors aren't reading enough resources for the more advanced metals." She'd learned to read those sensors from Spock and was very grateful that he'd been patient while tutoring her in basic sensor reading on nearly every console of the ship. "Not enough radio contact either. Maybe the chieftains retained something akin to primitive walkie-talkies and AM radio but..."