=^=Security teams two and three reports to Transporter room 1, Sickbay please dispatch an emergency medical team to transporter 2=”^=

=^= CIC to Transporter room, do you have a lock on the away team’s location?=^=

NE Michaels was already attempting to establish locks on the away team when the XO’s voice permeated the air around him. He slapped the console in frustration, =^= No Captain, I mean Commander. Sir, there is too much rock and movement down there the sensors are struggling to pinpoint the away team’s exact location I could try but I could be beaming back one of them, a ton or rock or a bit of both=^= he sounded defeated.

=^=Understood, keep trying crewman=^=

=^= Security team one and Medical personnel prepared to be transported to the USS Archaeutatus, Security team three standby in transporter room 1 to be transported to the planet, engineering please begin to consider a way of extracting the captain’s team if mining is required.=^=

Michaels didn’t need to be told but he appreciated the affirmation, Once again he recalibrated the transfer targeting system, the computer paused whilst it ran its analysis and displayed a .6 variation to the alignment beam, “Damn it! .3 over the accepted limit!” Michaels was interrupted when the security and medical teams began arriving and took it as his cue to begin readying their transport to the surface and Archaeutatus.

• Loughty, XO

[Feel free to Jump in Team 1: 2 Security, 1 Medical and a Swing, Team 2: 5 Security, 1 Medical, 1 Swing]