Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted Sept. 14, 2018, 8:08 p.m. by Lieutenant Bennie Royce (Chief Medical Officer) (D Grisham)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Balfor Kolar (Chief Science Officer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Balfor Kolar (Chief Science Officer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Lieutenant Michael Gould (Chief Engineer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Commander Jason Harn (Executive Officer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Lieutenant Michael Gould (Chief Engineer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Lieutenant Trevor Michaels (Counselor) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Srothell Ch’zaolrirh (Chief Security Officer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker

Posted by Commander Jason Harn (Executive Officer) in Transporter Room Three-Equipment Locker
Landing party duty really changed since Jason first traveled the stars. In the old days you had to pack everything you thought you were going to need. A huge backpack, not to mention the assortment of straps and pouches called webgear was necessary to hold all of your equipment, particularly if you expected to go a long way from the shuttle or were heading in to enemy territory. Nowadays, landing parties tended to pack light now that the transporter had been perfected. At the beginning of this century away teams usually went with the old ‘phaser-tricorder-communicator’ gear but with combadges part of a standard uniform it was now usually just ‘phaser and tricorder’. If you needed something, all you had to do was contact the ship and they would beam it down to your location.

Of course, this wasn’t entirely standard. The away team could get cut off from the ship at any time meaning that they would have to actually put some thought into what they were going to take with them. Next to the transporter room was a weapons and equipment locker for gear that most landing parties would need.

“Grab your gear,” Jason said unnecessarily as he entered the W&E locker. The XO aboard the Archer must have said that a million times and it was now permanently ingrained into his psyche.

OOC: Although I don’t predict anything more that the “phaser and tricorder” combo to be needed (with the exception of a toolkit or medkit for Gould and Royce) if any one want to get clever when it comes to equipment choices, now’s your chance.

Jason Harn, XO

“This might be a first person shooter type of mission.” Kolar commented to no one in particular. If it were they had likely taken the wrong guy. He was a mediocre shot and was a pacifist by nature. Even he was concerned, slinging his personal tricorder across his should he took a type 1 and 2 phaser. Strapping the pistol to his hip and sliding the other into his boot.

Ch’zaolrirh rummaged around a bit in the locker beside Jason. The Andorian already had a phaser at his side, but he was looking for something simpler. He saw what the planet had done to the Dragoon and Xandra’s fighter and he didn’t like it. It left him to assume that all of their technology was potentially useless. After a few moments he found what he was looking for, a small collapsible baton. Looking it over he spoke to himself, “this will do.”

Tucking the baton away, his next concern was how they might keep in touch with the Olinski in an emergency. After thinking for a moment he turned to Kolar and Jason. “If the locals are expecting us, maybe we should take an extra comm badge or transmitter and tuck it away under one of our uniforms… as an extra life line.”

COS Ch’zaolrirh

“I can only imagine what the locals are doing to the Dragoon crew, if there are any survivors…” The Counselor stated as he rushed into the Transporter Room. “I’m going to grab an extra med kit, just in case.” Lieutenant Michaels stated upon reaching the equipment locker.

Normally, the Counselor would be seen grabbing a type 1 phaser, but under the circumstances Trevor chose the type 2.


The CE walked in with a few NEs behind him. He saw that they were taking weapons. He had, of course, done basic arms training. But the thought of actually shooting someone was something he didn’t care to dwell on. Nonetheless he walked to the locker and armed himself. He turned to his staff. “Ok. It seems like we’re going to the planet to find the Dragoon crew if we can. Stay here, be ready for immediate beamout to the Dragoon or to the surface if necessary.”

-Lt Michael Gould, CE

“Ah, Mister Gould, just the man,” Jason purred. “Could you run it by me how this transporter relay drone works again? I have to confess that I’m a little concerned about its reliability.” Was he ever. Underneath his cool and confident exterior a smidge of technophobia had reared its ugly head. Would the transporter signal degrade, rendering it unsafe to transport? How easy was it to jam the drone as opposed to the equipment on the starship? Could the drone beam people around as safely as a transporter operator? Was the drone remotely controlled by the Olinski, or could the team control it using the multichannel communications assemblies in their tricorders? And was there a replacement transporter relay drone of the denizens of Antioch destroyed it?

Jason Harn, XO, caveman and licensed technophobe

“It’s actually fairly simple, sir. The probe acts as a booster for the Olinski’s transporter systems. If we need to lock onto an individual, or a group, it can boost the range or, it can be fed specific biological information about a person or a few people and lock onto them, should there not be enough signal. Its second function is as a “transmitter”, if you will, to the ship. That’s how it extends the range. The probe can take in, and retransmit, the signal that is us being beamed up.” Michael had something of a proud look on his face. Like a father describing the achievements of a child.

Lt Michael Gould, CE

“The science is sound and the principles have been proven for over a century commander. If it doesn’t work, then the laws of physics have been altered.”

Balfor cSO

Bennie popped through the doors as the conversation was going on. She was in a standard uniform with a standard med kit in one hand. “Sorry if I made everyone wait. I was actually attending to something else when the call came through.” She saw that everyone was armed and had the usual internal argument with herself about taking a phaser. She was sworn to save lives, not take them. But what if the situation could be turned with the addition of ‘her’ phaser?

Reluctantly, she reached into the locker and confiscated one of the hand held kind. “I’m going to carry this one for someone else to use.”

—Royce, CMO

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