Posted by Commander Maxwell Harkness (Executive Officer) in Main Simm - Transporter Room
Max walked into the transporter room and headed for the control panel. He had grabbed himself a standard tricorder and a phaser. Nothing fancy, this was a quick hop in and out mission. “How’s it going Chief? Think you’ll be able to get us back in one piece?” he asked as he leaned up against the panel, while he waited for the cadets to arrive.

Cmdr. Harkness - XO

Cadet Osten had not been entirely surprised when Commander Harkness had commed him from the bridge despite the fact that the two men were standing less than fifteen feet apart. After all, Wiles had not been introduced to the executive officer yet and he had fallen back into his observational nature during the last few moments after his suggestion had been disregarded by Lieutenant T’Kam. The cadet attempted to discreetly cover his comm badge with one hand as it chirped, muffling the repeated words of Commander Harkness to hopefully avoid the awkwardness of the situation.

Wiles did not take the same turbolift as Commander Harkness and Cadets Bennet and Anderson, as to avoid alerting the executive officer to his presence. He patiently waited for the next one, knowing that he still had thirteen minutes to make the trip. As he stood in front of the turbolift doors, something did not sit right in Wiles’ stomach. The captain had said that there did not appear to be immediate danger. But Wiles had seen the life sign readings from over Cadet Bennet’s shoulder. Two thirds of the crew of the Potterfield were missing. And the commander’s assumption that this would be a “quick in and out job” did nothing to settle Wiles’ concerns. Cadet Osten was not an easily unsettled individual. But, he was certainly cautious. And in this situation, he felt confident in his tendency for cautiousness.

Wiles did appreciate Commander Harkness’ suggestion for Cadet Locke to bring along the portable power pack. Perhaps he had heard Cadet Osten’s suggestion about powering the transporters, even if he did not know the source. Wiles made a point to stop by the armory for a phaser rifle as well. Cadet Anderson was not the only security officer on this mission, after all.

With the rifle slung across his back, Cadet Osten stepped into the transporter room for his first real away mission. He puffed up his chest a little prouder. He had trained for this. And he was honored to protect his shipmates and the crew of the Potterfield. He was ready.

Cadet Osten approached the executive officer and looked up (and up) into the towering man’s face. He extended a hand for a firm handshake and offered a small tilt of his head. “Hello, Commander Harkness. I’m Cadet Osten, security officer. A pleasure to meet you. I’m prepared to assist the Potterfield to the best of my ability.” He spoke with an even, self-assured tone. Formal, but personable.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)