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“Do you think you can initiate a site-to-site from here to the Bridge, I want to monitor the sensors to see if it spread.”

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Chief of Security-

=/\= “Acknowledged, transport when ready.” =/\= (Crosspost from Sickbay)

● T’Saie - Lt. Jr. Grade, Chief Medical Officer, Nurse Practitioner. ●

“Yes, I think so, just one moment, L-T,” Benem said as his fingers quickly tapped at his tricorder, giving some thought to what he had to do. It would be a total of three transports; one to sickbay, one to the bridge, and lastly one to wherever Lieutenant Anders wanted Benem to transport the tribbles to. He decided to leave that one for last, considering that he would have to widen the confinement beam on all the commbadges to make sure they got all the tribbles, and that way he didn’t accidentally transport someone’s legs off, which meant that he and Rodier would have to be careful where they were standing when Ben initiated that last transport.

“Alright, first transport coming up,” Benem said and effectuated the command. WantsToGolf started to dissipate into a blue, humming mass of photons before reappearing again on the floor in the middle of sickbay. =^=Special delivery, sickbay.=^=

“Alright, you’re up next,” Benem continued, modifying the settings–changing the who and where to. “Rody, make sure to spread those out in a circle around us as much as you can. Ready, L-T? Transporting in three, two, one… energizing.” The same blue hum that had enveloped WantsToGolf now began to envelop Anders, transporting the Chief of Security from the holodeck to the bridge.

Once he was done Benem looked at Rodier. “It’s just us, now,” he said and started working on his tricorder again. A wry grin grew on his lips, “Stand by me, Rody, I don’t want to accidentally transport your legs off.”

-Cadet d’Qorvos [ Security ]

IC:

The computer beeped with perhaps a slight hint of anger at the Chief of Security as he requested the program be loaded.

=/\= Unable to begin program. =/\=

It did seem that the transporters might be working anyway, however, except that WantsToGolf was still in the transporter room and now Anders was in Sickbay…

• GMish

IC:
Henry frowned. “=^= Rodier to Engineering, we have a bit of a situation here. Tribbles on Deck 5, Holodeck 1 not working, transporters semi-functional but we could use some assistance getting out of here. =^=” He looked down at his empty phaser holster in frustration. “Hey, Ben, at least Tribbles don’t seem too bad. They’re kinda cute, actually.”

~ (current) Cadet Henry Rodier - Security

“Pretty cute, but I’ve heard they can devastate an entire planet. The klingons consider them such a threat that they went to war with them,” he said, and the only reason he knew that was because he’d read it in a book titled ‘101 Interesting Facts about the Klingon Empire.’ His attention was focused on his tricorder, scanning each new tribble as it appeared. He’d done his best to keep count but he’d lost track minutes ago.

“It looks like they are born pregnant and all they need to give birth is to eat. But what are they eating?” Ben asked. And that raised another question. The holodeck occupied a limited amount of space. What would happen? Would the three young officers drown in a sea of tribbles? WantsToGolf’s leg might end up being a problem.

Benem had done his best to remain close to both Rodier and WantsToGolf so it was easy to switch from scanning the tribbles to focusing his attention on the young woman. He crouched down next to her and passed the tricorder’s sensor near her ankle. Though it wasn’t a medical tricorder, he was hoping that he could at least tell what they were dealing with–whether it was a twist or a break.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, tilting his head in an attempt to meet her eyes as he waited for the scan to complete. “We’ll protect you from these tribbles,” Ben added with a wink. “I’m Ben and this is Rody. We’re Security Cadets.”

-Cadet d’Qorvos [Sec.]