Posted by Commander Kaylee Adrie (First Officer) in Transporter Room

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Torias Paron (Chief of Security) in Transporter Room

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Looking grumpy, Transporter Chief Crankypants eyed the energetic officers and scowled a bit. “Are you ready to beam over then?” he grumbled.

NC UBreakItIFixIt / Transporter Chief Crankypants

An excellent question, Cadet. I wasn’t on the bridge when they found that number, but it would be helpful if we can have that information. =/\=Lieutenant Paron to the bridge, do we know how many lifesigns are aboard the golddigger?=/\=

Lieutenant (J.G) Paron, CoS

The reply came back from the bridge .. =^= Four down there =^= came the reply.
Wookiee ..

OOC: I am trusting that y’all are in EVA suits for this . No life support on the vessels. And small note … if you call the bridge don’t forget to cross post that on the bridge <G> .. Gene

OOC: Forgot something, knew I forgot something :P
Ben

IC: “There we have it” Paron responded. “So if there are no further questions, let’s head over,” he said, pressing down to seal his EVA suits helmet, and once everyone was ready turned to NE Crankypants. “Energize” Paron told the transporter chief and waited to arrive at the away teams beaming location.

Lieutenant (J.G) Torias Paron, CoS

OOC: This crossposting thing is new to me too, so please smack me if I forget. <G>

IC:

Transporter Chief Crankypants grumbled away as his fingers pushed all of the fancy flashy buttons in front of him. Phew, they were finally out of his transporter room.

Transporter Chief Crankypants

As the away team dematerialized on the transporter pad, a burly Klingon woman, who could easily have been mistaken for a man, barrelled through the doors to the transporter room with a fire in her eyes and stomped up to Crankypants. “Where is he?!” she demanded of the bemused looking transporter chief. “NC UBreakItIFixIt?” she added with a look of disdain on her face.

“I have just spent the last 20 minutes cleaning his biscuit crumbs out of the plasma manifold following his afternoon tea break, I demand that you bring him back here this instant to finish the job, I will take his place!” she ordered with an icy glare. Picking up her tool kit which had clattered to the floor during her outburst, she stomped onto the transporter pad and waited with her arms folded, keeping her eyes fixed on Crankypants.

Lt K’Resh (CE)