Posted by Gamemaster The Wrecking Crew (GamesMaster) in Main Sim - Transporter Room (Tag Engineering, CMO, CoS, 2O)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Main Sim - Transporter Room (Tag Engineering, CMO, CoS, 2O)

Posted by Gamemaster The Wrecking Crew (GamesMaster) in Main Sim - Transporter Room (Tag Engineering, CMO, CoS, 2O)
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Brenna entered the transporter room and looked around. She nodded towards Burcham, “Lt., Eleanor” she greeted the dog. Geri and Fekri wagged their tails in Eleanor’s direction but stayed obediently at her side. “DeLion, should we beam the person straight over or the entire device?”

Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

The transporter chief hovered over her control panel, waiting for the order. She didn’t know what they were transporting, but senior staff didn’t stop by unless they needed something.

-GM

“Atoded, Burcham. We better bring the whole thing over… for all I know that contraption is keeping them alive, I’d like engineering to give a report before I take them out.” Andromeda shrugged and grinned. “I imagine it has all sorts of fancy blinking lights, so I’ll need an expert.”
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

=^=Atoded to Engineering. We need an engineer in transporter room 1, please.=^=

Brenna turned to the transporter chief. “Alrighty chief, the whole thing, whenever you are ready.”
Atoded, 2O

The transporter chief nodded and initiated transport. A large steel cylinder appeared. It was indeed, covered in blinking lights. So many lights, it was difficult to divine their purpose. It was more as though it was decorated for Christmas than a technological device. There was a window that was frosted over.

-GM

“Merry Christmas y’all. I wonder which light button it was that Tim ‘The Tool Man’ Taylor made to reveal this things secrets?” Lt. Burcham laughed as he was talking, slightly joking, slightly serious. “I’m sorry, I had to. Anyway, this thing has a person inside it?” He continued as he stared at it sitting on the transporter pad.
Lt. Burcham, CoS.

Scans would confirm that there was a living human being inside the pod.

-GM

Lt jg Laursen walked into the transporter room and looked around. “Well now what do we have here? I was told extra medical was needed?” Totally oblivious to everyone else in the room she walked right up to the container, “Oh look at all those lights, a bit over done isn’t it?” She scanned the person inside, “Awake? Really? How fascinating. How long has he been out here? Of course being in the frozen waste of space isn’t good for the reproductive system.” She scanned the interior to determine what the atmospheric conditions inside were. If the person inside wasn’t being sustained at a normal human oxygen atmosphere they would have to open the container under a forcefield with the appropriate chemical air composition.
Lt gj Laursem, fertility specialist

The servos to the transporter room door barely had a moment to reset before being forced to jerk back open with a sigh. Teebo sauntered in with a hardcase pack slung over one shoulder, stopped short at the sheer amount of bodies packed into the space. He cocked his head, his thin lip twitching with gurgled confusion. Shaking himself, the keb sidled past the gathered staff, trying his best not to bump into anyone or get tangled up in legs. Navigating tallfolk could be hazardous when they were caught gawping at something shiny, he’d learned, like bungling trees. Trees that bumped you about at best, stepped on your tail at worst.

Or fell on you, but that had only been the once. And oh, the sound!

Climbing onto the transport pad, Teebo could see that there was something worth fussing over. He craned his head back to peer up at the glittering monolith of technological audacity, silently thankful for not immediately collapsing into a seizure. How in the burning sun was the thing powered?! Giving it a cursory glance, he felt the strange urge to brain the half-witted designer with a spanner. Half the lights seemed designed simply to let one know the other half were still functioning! The keb carefully sidled about the container, searching bemusedly for a place to start his diagnostic.

“Yeesh,” Pit exclaimed, “did an android lose its lunch on this gizmo? Conjure I haven’t seen this many glowbulbs since Pantar IV. Remember the Ferengi hoarder with the light fingers, boss? Even tried to pinch your—”

Teebo made a very pointed squelch, and Pit crackled a cough.

“Right, right. Best not gab about that. What’s the job, folks? Chief’s feeling a mite bit feisty today. Best get him to work pronto.”
—Teebo, Chief Engineer—

The 2O looked at the Chief Engineer and explained. “There is someone, alive and awake in there, we want to get him out without putting anyone at risk or blowing something up.”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, 2O

Getting back into the swing of things after a much needed paternity break he had Rhyolite on his back and thankfully the carrier had it’s own lift system meaning that the Zaranite didn’t break his back trying to haul around a small gurgling boulder. He was on the bridge and figured he’d check in with his staff but didn’t want to interrupt. He pulled up his PaDD and typed a command that would show the location of each crew member based on badge location. Who doesn’t like a starship based tracking system with interactive 3d models! He noticed that in Transporter Room 1 that many of his senior staff were gathered and given that the usual hangout was the speakeasy that the Tony’s ran on Deck 45 behind cargo bay 2 that Zarcal definitely didn’t know about, he figured something was afoot. He tapped his badge, =/\=Zarcal to Atoded, what’s going on in the transporter room? =/\=

Zarcal, CO

=^=Atoded here captain. We’ve picked up what appears to be a bio-stasis chamber. There is an occupant and oddly enough he…it…is awake inside. Medical and engineering are trying to determine how and if it is safe to open.=^=
Lt Cmdr Atoded, 2O

Taking the hardcase pack down from his back and laying it on the transporter pad, Teebo glanced up at the electronically-festooned monstrosity with what could only be a glare of disdain. Whoever in the hot sun slapped this thing together had a penchant for overkill. Even a thorough pass of his tricorder revealed the maze of wires and circuits wending and backtracking beneath the casing. If he hadn’t known better, the keb was prone to assuming the capsule was meant to keep the occupant in. This thought was echoed by a discreet but audible hum from Pit.

“Atmosphere’s comparable to our own,” the AI reported solemnly as Teebo cracked his toolcase open and got to work, “if a mite bit stale. Seems the poor fellow inside’s been there for a spell. Probably be eager for a breath of fresh, I’d wager. Can’t determine much from this archaic heap, so we’d recommend a Level Two security field until the doc can clear him for pathogens and the like. With all this shielding, scrubbers might’ve missed something.”

Brenna nodded, “Computer level two biological and security field around the pod.” She glanced at Lt. Burcham to see if he wanted any further precautions. If so she initialized those as well.

Helena stepped back to allow the fields to initialize and then continued with her scans.

With a grunt, the keb wrenched a corroded panel free with a hollow clang, gurgled his professional disgust as more wiring spilled out. He was undaunted, however, and did his best to untangle the mess before him.
—Teebo, Chief Engineer—

Teebo would have not inconsiderable difficultly navigating the wires and buttons. This system was old. Eventually the hatch did open and there stood a man, well over six feet tall, dressed all in grey, wearing a hockey mask. He didn’t move, speak, or seem to really be alive. He just… existed. There was something ominous about him, something reminiscent of eerie nights at creepy summer camps.

-GM

Brenna stepped forward, despite her comparatively short height, there was an air of confidence about her. “You are on the Starship USS Constellation. I am Lt Cmdr Atoded, second officer. This is our chief medical officer Lt. DeLion and her assistant Lt Laursen. Lt Teebo our chief engineer, and Lt. Burcham our head of security.” She motioned to each in turn. Geri and Fekri weren’t too keen on the individual with the hockey mask. “Can you tell us who you are?”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, 2O

Helena looked at the man and had to look up just a bit from her 6‘2” in height. “Well aren’t you a strapping lad, then. You’d catch a girl easier if you took that mask off.” She took in the demeanor and felt the ominous aura about him. “Hmmm I bet you have been the cause of many a young couple running and hiding alone together, haven’t you.” She continued to ramble is such a fashion as she took the probe from her tricorder and began to scan him for any illness or injury.
Lt jg Laursen, fertility specialist

Teebo muttered to himself as the air nearby crackled to life and the security field divided him from the archaic contraption. It was probably for the best; he didn’t want to be responsible for the thing falling apart from age… or exploding. Closing up his toolkit and slinging it back over his shoulder, he looked around. The keb made an inquisitive croak.

“Anything else needs cracked open whilst we’re about?” Pit interpreted.
—Teebo, Chief Engineer—

“Not that I can see Chief, but if you wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer just incase something crops up.” She looked at the doctors and their patient waiting for their assessment. Once the patient was out of the transporter room she would have Burcham and Teebo go over the pod from a security and engineering point of view. If this person was not an innocent victim then she wanted to know how it had kept him contained. Or if it was simply space that stopped him from getting out. Ship’s safety and all that. Give the occupant the benefit of the doubt, but prepare for the worst.
Lt Cmdr Atoded, 2O

Teebo nodded, taking his toolpack and posting up by the door to watch their silent guest. Human, from what he could see, though the keb could taste an odd tang in the air. His choice of headgear intrigued the engineer. Some kind of respirator, perhaps? Ceremonial armor from a bygone era? It certainly looked worn enough, as if it had seen much use. After a moment of further study, Teebo shrugged and looked at his tricorder data. The diagnostics alone made him want to be sick. Who in the blinding heat designed that thing?!
—Teebo, Chief Engineer—

There was a sticker on the inside of the door panel, now visible. It read “Crystal Lake Research Facility”. The figure inside remained unmoving, though his eyes could be felt drifting to each person in the room.

-GM

Brenna took note of the sticker and the man’s visual inspection of them. Getting no response to her verbal questions she reached out with her telepathy/empathy to see if she could make contact and/or get answers that way.
Atoded, 2O

Inside the mind of this strange figure she could hear him wondering where he was, where mother was, and some part of his mind was consistently recalling violent and sadistic acts.

-GM

Lt. Burcham, Ellie and 2 other security ensigns stood off to the corners of the room watching the events unfold. They did not have their phasers drawn, but had them at the ready in case they needed to stun the person.
Lt. Burcham, CoS.