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

Posted by Lieutenant K’Resh (Chief Engineer) in Transporter Room

Posted by Commander Kaylee Adrie (First Officer) in Transporter Room
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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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)

The transporter chief blinked at K’Resh, completely unimpressed by her outburst, but following her orders all the same. Within moments, Crankypants had transported the EVA-suited Klingon off to the away team and returned the wayward cadet back to the Endeavour to sort out his tea crumbs.

Transporter Chief Crankypants

The team materialized on a jagged shard of planetoid. Under their boots it looked to be a mixture of dirty ice and rock giving it a mottled uneven look. Gravity was minimal and the team could see the edges of the planetoid/asteroid from where they were. Some thirty meters away was the remains of two prospector ships, still attached at their bows. One of them was spewing a kind of plasma steam; each had rents in their hulls from the collision with the asteroid. That one was where the life signs were.

The prospector ships were large, stripped down, reconfigured runabouts that were adapted for the job at hand. Neither were pretty - even before the collision and crash. On the bow of the one with the survivors in gaudy gold paint was painted the word ‘GOLDDIG’ .. with the last of the name crumpled.
- Wookiee