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NC-Chief Vall drummed her fingers on the edge of her console as she sat on the stool from the operator’s booth in transporter room 1. She had gotten a notice that she should expect two officers to come down for beam over to that science station. But like many of the lower ranked Non-coms on the Memorial things had been dull lately for the combat minded crew. “..Gods I’d kill for something to blow up right now..” she muttered. “..some rogue romulans, or pirates or something sheesh!”

“Just pray that we’re far enough away when something does blow up, I don’t want to hear engineering moaning about what we’re doing to there precious ship” John replied walking into the transporter room

”..Oh! Sir sorry I didn’t hear you come in..” Vall said taken by surprise of John’s arrival. “..We’re ready to beam you and the other teams over once they all arrive..” She said.

Saren stepped up to the transporter pad and looked over some notes on a Padd. He always one to have his nose in notes and data to ensure he had the right stuff done by the right time. “Energize at will please.”

Tolly and Vall both shot each other a quick glance at each other at the apparent rudeness of the Lt. Tolly sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess I’m with him?” He said stepping on to the pad.

Vall nodded, “..Indeed you are sir..” He replied.

Once Tolly was on the pad too the transporter energized and he and Saren, Tolly, and NE Bigguns transportered over to the Vuzavue science station. As they materialized in the smaller four man pad receiver the station had they were met by a scientist looking man who looked like he had not slept in a good day or two by likely choice, hyped up likely on caffeine or other stimulants he approached smelling a little rank on sweat, coffee, and dirty clothes from hard work in the labs. “..Ah you three must be the security folks to help Lt Veglins realign our defense systems! Come on come on then!” he said with a bright smile and wave.

Then turning he paused and turned back, “..Ah pardon me I am Lead science chief Bixbye here on the station for leading research into.....well alot of things!” he said beaming with a bright smile, showing he was missing a tooth up front. Um....who are you folks again then besides being from the Memorial and here to help poor overworked Mr Veglins?” he said then still cheery but in many ways extinguishing the ‘empty minded scientist’ trope type.

As they talked he lead the three down a short hall, then 10 step landing to a small turbolift that almost had the four of them touching shoulder to shoulder in the enclosed space with their tool kits. It was here they could smell more of Bixbye’s several day old unwashed stink.

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