Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Helena Laursen (Body Fixer Upper (BFU)) in Main Sim - Transporter Room (Tag Engineering, CMO, CoS, 2O)

Posted by Gamemaster The Wrecking Crew (GamesMaster) in Main Sim - Transporter Room (Tag Engineering, CMO, CoS, 2O)

Brenna entered the transporter room and looked around. She nodded towards Burcham, “Lt., Eleanor” she greeted the dog. Geri and Fekri wagged their tails in Eleanor’s direction but stayed obediently at her side. “DeLion, should we beam the person straight over or the entire device?”

Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

The transporter chief hovered over her control panel, waiting for the order. She didn’t know what they were transporting, but senior staff didn’t stop by unless they needed something.

-GM

OOC: bumping for CMO

OOC: Thank you! I have the strangest feeling this’ll be Walt Disney…
IC:

“Atoded, Burcham. We better bring the whole thing over… for all I know that contraption is keeping them alive, I’d like engineering to give a report before I take them out.” Andromeda shrugged and grinned. “I imagine it has all sorts of fancy blinking lights, so I’ll need an expert.”
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

=^=Atoded to Engineering. We need an engineer in transporter room 1, please.=^=

Brenna turned to the transporter chief. “Alrighty chief, the whole thing, whenever you are ready.”
Atoded, 2O

The transporter chief nodded and initiated transport. A large steel cylinder appeared. It was indeed, covered in blinking lights. So many lights, it was difficult to divine their purpose. It was more as though it was decorated for Christmas than a technological device. There was a window that was frosted over.

-GM

“Merry Christmas y’all. I wonder which light button it was that Tim ‘The Tool Man’ Taylor made to reveal this things secrets?” Lt. Burcham laughed as he was talking, slightly joking, slightly serious. “I’m sorry, I had to. Anyway, this thing has a person inside it?” He continued as he stared at it sitting on the transporter pad.
Lt. Burcham, CoS.

Scans would confirm that there was a living human being inside the pod.

-GM

-bump-

Lt jg Laursen walked into the transporter room and looked around. “Well now what do we have here? I was told extra medical was needed?” Totally oblivious to everyone else in the room she walked right up to the container, “Oh look at all those lights, a bit over done isn’t it?” She scanned the person inside, “Awake? Really? How fascinating. How long has he been out here? Of course being in the frozen waste of space isn’t good for the reproductive system.” She scanned the interior to determine what the atmospheric conditions inside were. If the person inside wasn’t being sustained at a normal human oxygen atmosphere they would have to open the container under a forcefield with the appropriate chemical air composition.
Lt gj Laursem, fertility specialist

The servos to the transporter room door barely had a moment to reset before being forced to jerk back open with a sigh. Teebo sauntered in with a hardcase pack slung over one shoulder, stopped short at the sheer amount of bodies packed into the space. He cocked his head, his thin lip twitching with gurgled confusion. Shaking himself, the keb sidled past the gathered staff, trying his best not to bump into anyone or get tangled up in legs. Navigating tallfolk could be hazardous when they were caught gawping at something shiny, he’d learned, like bungling trees. Trees that bumped you about at best, stepped on your tail at worst.

Or fell on you, but that had only been the once. And oh, the sound!

Climbing onto the transport pad, Teebo could see that there was something worth fussing over. He craned his head back to peer up at the glittering monolith of technological audacity, silently thankful for not immediately collapsing into a seizure. How in the burning sun was the thing powered?! Giving it a cursory glance, he felt the strange urge to brain the half-witted designer with a spanner. Half the lights seemed designed simply to let one know the other half were still functioning! The keb carefully sidled about the container, searching bemusedly for a place to start his diagnostic.

“Yeesh,” Pit exclaimed, “did an android lose its lunch on this gizmo? Conjure I haven’t seen this many glowbulbs since Pantar IV. Remember the Ferengi hoarder with the light fingers, boss? Even tried to pinch your—”

Teebo made a very pointed squelch, and Pit crackled a cough.

“Right, right. Best not gab about that. What’s the job, folks? Chief’s feeling a mite bit feisty today. Best get him to work pronto.”
—Teebo, Chief Engineer—