Sometimes it is quiet..

Posted on Tue Jun 14, 2016 @ 6:10pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit & Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Lieutenant AJ Taggart & Lieutenant AJ Taggart & Senior Chief Petty Officer Samantha Summers

1,518 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: The Fall
Location: Transporter Room 1

Transporter Room, USS Victory

Thirty minutes had passed since the Victory arrived at the location of the heavily damaged Borg ship. After a series of scans indicated no immediate response from the dark, drifting ship...

It was time to go do what they'd come for.

Captain Kennit was first to arrive at the transporter room, dressed in a snug tactical combat uniform and armed with a hand phaser and a compression phaser rifle slung over her shoulder.

tags to them as plan to join the friskiness!

Five minutes after her arrival, the Captain was growing irked to find herself still alone other than a very uncomfortable transporter tech who was not sure how to act alone in the transporter room with the Captain, who was one of the most beautiful and yet, somewhat frightening women he'd ever met. There was an intensity to her that both drew him, and scared him. Just a little. The only other woman on the ship who scared him was the Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Anderson...

On cue, Nicole walked in through the door. She glanced at the transporter technician who immediately paled and swallowed. Her eyes narrowed but she let him off easy and turned toward the Captain. "I've put together a cocktail for you," she said, reaching into her little black bag and pulling out a hypospray. "It's designed to necrotize flesh that's been fused to Borg components. It may kill them, it may only irritate them, but it will buy you a distraction if you need it." She held it out. "I've also prepared enough hypos for anyone else going."

On hearing the message about an away team to the borg cube, Matt had hurriedly walked into the armory, gathering together a small selection of weapons, including his own, personal, Bowie Knife, which was strapped tightly into a holster hanging from his lower back, so he could quickly draw it. He also carried a case of weapons for the team that was to be waiting for them in the transporter room. He walked into the transporter room, slightly surprised to find only the Captain and Chief Medical Officer in there, apart from the transporter technician. "Apologies for the delay, I thought you might want some extra firepower, just in case." Matt said, indicating to the bag he'd placed on the steps up to the transporter.

Yarin hurried to the transporter, he had grabbed his four Tovreet and some scanning equipment and a standard issue phaser. he eyed Security Chief's weapon. "That blade has an interesting configuration may I examine it?" he asked.

Matt nodded at Yarin, unsheathing the blade, before swinging it round, and holding it carefully by the blade, offering it to the science officer hilt first. "I expect it back in one piece of course." Said Matt with a small smile.

Senior CPO Samantha Summers rushed into the Transporter Room. "Am I too late for the landing party?"

Matt looked around. "I would say no Senior. I borrowed some weapons from your armory by the way, so if you need any grab them from the bag." He said, pointing to the bag on the step.

Summers looked into the bag and withdrew an hand phaser along with an concussion grenade and a smoke grenade. " I'm ready - once more into the breach."

"Light but powerful, not my preferred method, but everyone to their own!" He said, nodding to Summers, before turning back to Yarin.

Yarin examined the blade from all angles, peering at the metal closely. He then passes it rapidly from each of his four hands, testing its balance. He handed it back to the security chief. "It is a good blade although it is a quarter gram heavy on the back end."

"There is good reason behind that!" Matt nodded. "Watch carefully." He said, pressing a small concealed button on the hilt, which extended a small thin blade from the bottom of the hilt. "Great for if anyone comes up behind you." Matt said, smiling.

Nicole snorted from her position leaning against the transporter room wall. "Always about the extra couple inches," she muttered, watching with a smirk.

"You should know..." Matt chuckled, only just hearing what Nicole had said.

"I beg your pardon?" Nicole said, an eyebrow shooting up in surprise. "Mind your tone with a superior," she said, archly.

"We're the same rank," Matt chuckled again.

"I didn't mention rank," Nicole tossed back, while tossing him, Summers and Yarin a hypospray. "Last resort weapons. Should severely injure, if not kill a drone. You may not get second chances, so try to hold back using it."

Matt laughed. "No you didn't, that's true!" He said, catching the hypospray and placing it at the top of his kit bag.

Listening to the banger of her professional crew, the Captain, who was standing next to the good doctor, said in a low, mild voice perfectly pitched so only the doctor could hear, "You know what they say, men go for the larger items such as ships, weapons, knives..to compensate for other deficiencies..."

Nicole snorted, smirking a bit.

Thomas arrived next in the transporter room. He'd been delayed when he couldn't find his tricorder in his office. Tom preferred to charge it on a stand near his desk, but with everything he was catching up on lately, it turned out he left it in his quarters after a late shift. Fortunately, it had been deactivated, and there would be enough power in it for this mission. He nodded to everyone in the room before moving over to the control station to verify the coordinates that the transporter chief had.

Willam had a speedy and yet unexpected reassignment to the Victory, something which he still had not come to terms with. He had rushed from sickbay after his slight incident earlier in the day and didn't even have the time to fix his hair. Luckily the nurses down in sickbay sorted him out with a fresh uniform. He didn't even have the chance to speak to the Captain in a more formal setting. It was the sort of situation where supplies and people were limited and people were shifting around. From planet to ship he now found himself dashing to the transporter room. Dressed in a standard uniform, freshly pressed, he felt semi okay with himself. He paused for a second before entering the transporter room, trying to regain his composure (and catch his breath) as he went in.

"Captain! I'm Lieutenant Monsoon, I've been reassigned here....we've met briefly.....I've been placed as Chief....Strategic Operations....." It was this moment he knew he had blown that first impression window pretty much in front of the senior staff. He looked sheepishly at Nicole. She was the only one he felt he knew well enough in the short time on the vessel to help him out.

Nicole raised an eyebrow, trying not to let her amusement show and held up her hand with three fingers curled over her thumb, and her pinkie raised, a Rigellian hand-gesture equivalent to a thumbs-up.

The Captain gazed at him for a moment, the only indication of anything in her features was a slightly raised eyebrow. Then, with a nod of her head she said simply, "welcome aboard Mr. Monsoon. Take your place on the transporter pad. It's time to get to work."

*Well this appears to be an awkward situation to be in,* Willam thought. He had just met his new crewmates and he realized he had no idea who any of them were or what any of them did. On the display behind the transporter chief was a Borg ship with various diagnostic points and sensor scan information sliding up the side of the glass panel. His stomach dropped.

There was nothing else he could say apart from, "yes, Captain!" and he shuffled his way onto the crowded platform.

AJ walked down the corridor in a tactical variant uniform and one of the modified TR-116s slung across his shoulder and a few extra magazines in his bandolier and a small phaser on his belt. Finally making it to the transporter room, he noted the large number of senior staff gathered on the pad including he had never seen before with thick dark hair in a command red uniform.

"Mind if I come along, ladies and gents?" AJ asked, his voice gruff.

"Take your position Mr. Taggart." the Captain told him.

Nicole pushed off the bulkhead and made the rounds to the last of those joining, handing out hyposprays from her bag. She put one in AJ's hand and whispered, "stay safe," and patted him on the shoulder.

Finally she turned back to the Captain and gave a nod, then left the transporter room.


OOC: Just to recap we've got a full party of 7: The Captain, Yarin, Samantha, Matt, AJ, Thomas, Willam. So everyone can fit on the transporter pad including one person in the center of the circle. Try not to nudge anyone; you don't want to transport over with someone else's elbow.

 

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