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Main Sim - Transporter Room - Landing Party Assemble!

Posted Feb. 20, 2021, 11:02 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Amber Josen (Communications Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

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Posted by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Transporter Room - Landing Party Assemble!
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SNIP

NE Willickers was the chief on hand in the transporter room when the first of the red shirt NEs came in for the landing party to the mining planet. Running his hand over the gleaming and clean panel he wiped some scuff marks away while he waited for the rest of the party to assemble.

GM CockRoach

Ford strode in, having distributed weapons to the rest of the party, and nodded to his assembled men. He glanced at the chief then did a double take, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

“Didn’t realize you’d been reassigned to the Sentinel, George,” he said, extending his hand to NE Willickers. “Glad to know wereyin good hands.”

COS Ford

OOC: I realise the CE wasn’t invited on the away team, but since this seems to be where all the action is happening, I’m just going to let her butt in anyway…

OOC: Yeah honestly getting mostly everyone planetside was my goal at least till you start discovering greater clues

IC: NE Willickers’ hand practically hovering over the activation button, the transporter chief was stopped in his tracks by the swoosh of the transporter room doors, followed closely by a somewhat irritated “Hmph”. Without pause to acknowledge any of the gathered team, engineering chief T’Pria appeared and headed immediately for the platform, settling herself without comment onto a vacant spot. Only then did her attention turn towards the other occupants of the room.

“While it is reassuring to witness such confidence in not only your own equipment, but also the technological prowess of the colonists below, such that you feel no engineering presence is required on this mission,” she offered by way of greeting, “as the foremost authority on such matters I must respectfully disagree.”
Her eyes settled on the Security Chief, a man she had not yet become acquainted with beyond his digital record. “Once down on the planet’s surface, you will be grateful for my presence, Lt Fordham,” she stated as if already established fact.

  • Lt Cmdr T’Pria (CE)

GM CockRoach

Ford cocked his head before nodding. “Of that I have no doubt, Commander,” he replied before patting the console. “Make it an easy trip down please Ensign,” he grinned at the transporter operator before stepping onto the platform.

He glanced at the Vulcan briefly. “Do you need a sidearm, Commander, or do you have one?”

COS Ford

Bolurson turned up into the transporter room, slightly out of pace as he had sped through the decks to get here, almost knocking over a young nurse on the way.

Max steadied herself as she was almost knocked flying by the security ensign who was on the run somewhere.

“Excuse you,” she called out after him, and then said under her breath, “you must be in a hurry to die, Mr.”

Max continued on her way towards sickbay.

  • Max Church

    “Ready for duty, Mr Fordman,” he told the COS and stepped up on the pad as well.

    • Ens Bolurson, Red Shirt

OOC: Just correcting the surname my other self here gave to his boss.
Russell

Amber settled into the comm seat on the bridge after making sure the briefing room was cleared up as the others headed for the transporter room. Just before the Captain was about to beam down, her voice came over the comms. =^=Monitoring communications, Sir. They are expecting you.=^=

Lt JG Amber Josen
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