In the transporter room, the cranky old transporter chief sat tapping his fingers with aggravation. He’d heard that there was supposed to be an away team forming, but here, several minutes later, no one had showed up yet. With a grumpy sigh, he tapped on his comm badge: =/\= Crankypants to Paron. The XO told me that you’d be leading an away team. Do you plan on getting down here any time soon? =/\=

Transporter Chief Crankypants