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=^=Aye Captain, except we need to mount a rescue party for our crew who was on the moon when it disintegrated. They’re in some kind of force field bubble.=^= Kord responded.

Anna turned to the Commander.

“Cross is a bit panicky but no-one’s reported any injuries.” she explained.

Drudoc’s reply then came back =/\= Understood commander, we’re dealing with some clean up of a boarding party on our end, is there any help you require?=/\= she asked

=^=I can not say for certain Captain.=^= Kord replied to Drudoc.

“Can we get a transporter lock on the away team?” Kord asked of the bridge crew figuring Tactical/Security or Science would have that answer.

There was clear locks on the away team they could beam them out whenever…

=/\= Understood Commander, let us know if we can assist..=/\= She said.

There was a further communication from the team. =/\= Glen to Kord. Further to what Dr. Cross just said, the situation is critical here. I have no idea how much longer this force field will hold. I don’t even know what is producing it. We are sitting in a bubble, floating in a most peculiar way. We’re ready to beam over, anytime you like! =/\=

”..Aye sir we got a clear lock..” NE Wilson in the transporter room said.

“Make sure they’re clear then beam them aboard. I want a level three containment field on them when they arrive.” Kord ordered, =^=Prepare for Transport.=^=

NE Twonk tapped at the console and a few short moments later energized the transporters.

A moment later NE Twonk replied from the transporter room =/\= Twonk to bridge, the landing party is safely aboard..=/\= he said.

GM CockRoach