Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ship-transporter-room-one

Austin and his men arrived at the transporter rooms and began readying for transport.

Louisa got word of the away team deploying, and although unable to meet them at the briefing room due to other obligations. She arrived in time with all the necessary gear required to take point on this mission. She hoped that the mission leader at the moment didn't mind, and even if they did, she wouldn't really care. "Greetings, I'm Lieutenant Louisa Lucero, I'll be the team leader, sorry to bump you down a peg." She mentioned, gesturing to Austin.

he saluted "Yes, I've been expecting you. What is the plan of attack?"

"At ease. And for attack I'd like to go in relatively quietly, from what I understand they have some of our men and I'd rather not have to deal with the possibility of an execution by them. But we need to wait for their shields to drop if that is to happen, and at the current scenario that seems unlikely in the near future. For the moment we need to wait until we get word of what command decides." Louisa explains to the Lieutenant and the security team. "Understood?"

"Absolutely. Anything you would like me to do?" He dreaded the thought of his men under someone else's command but buried it inside himself hopeful that things would come out for the best.

"Nothing much we can do at the moment, just be a good second to me and don't be afraid of suggesting any ideas, my ears are open. It isn't a team if I am the only one taking the lead." She explained to Austin and the others there just in case they had been used to a different way of operating.

"Ofcourse." He nodded and stationed himself around some of the security officers he was closest with.

Ughaz'udan marched through the transporter room with a team of tactical officers, all armed and in full gear. Maybe he'd wanted to go absolutely prepared knowing him.

She quietly stayed by Lieutenant Whidbey, waiting for orders as she stayed stationed by.

"Who's going to be boarding the ship first?" He asked the other two Lieutenants.

01:42

"If you guys wouldn't mind I'd like to be with the first group beamed."

"I figured it would apply best if I was to beam first, you can be second and assuming that Ughaz'udan wishes to lead, he may take third. Does that work with everyone?" She inquired, looking towards Ughaz and Austin.

He'd wanted to go first, actually - but could settle. That didn't mean he was entirely happy with that decision however. "I am agreeable." He confirmed.

"Fine with me I suppose." He went to gather with his 5 best officers including Ensign Jessil. They together preped for transport.

As soon as the captain gave the word the Transporter Officer beamed down the first team.

Austin had a realization. "We need to split up since there is 2 ships."

02:17

He realized that Lousia's group had allready left. "Ughaz'udan, I think you should go with them and my team can board the next ship."

"Very well." He stepped up the transporter pad next, along with his team.

[D] Just like that his team was covered in a gold light and beamed away.

Austin walked into the transporter with his team. He pulled both his phasers out ready to go. "Let's give them hell!"

She made sure everything was right and proper before being transported away.

[D] Team two was transported away into the second ship.

[D] Emin and her team beamed back here.

She steps out of the transporter with the rest of the away team and they head for the turbolifts.

Both teams were beamed in here.

She appeared here, immediately checking that everyone was accounted for.

She phased on board with a team of nurses and several emergency kits, leading them out to SickBay.

He arrived in the transporter room right after medical staffed cleared him for duty again. He was just going to vibe there until they needed him, it was nice to be at his normal post again, it was fun playing engineer for a bit, but he was a very done boy.

She walked in, sharp-toothed grin on her face.

Operations had gathered equipment ready for people to geat up with: kits corresponding to their divisions, phasers and phaser rifles, combat knives (although as per regulation they were only for use in very dire circumstances), kits containing the explosive charges, another, longer case with the pattern enhancers that Sam had requested, and also spare uniform for anyone who had came dressed in their normal one.

C’Sara grabbed a kit for Engineering, a phaser, and a combat knife. They weren’t sure whether or not to take the explosive charges, so they left them there.

Sam walked into the transporter room, having put on some gear beforehand. She grabbed a rifle and knife and put it in their respective holsters as she waited for the rest.

The Andorian-Vulcan was already in the appropriate uniform, and had abandoned his usual laboratory coat. He paused seeing the weapons. Last thing he wanted was the inflict injury upon another individual, hesitantly taking a phaser and a knife. Though he took a medical kit in a swifter manner.

The Romulan entered the room, looking upon the weapons. She didn’t waste time in making herself ready, choosing some repair tools, but some weapons too. She seemed to “test” the rifle, it was familiar, though it was most likely going to be used by a tactical or security officer instead, so she selected a phaser.

The Caitian entered, immediately grabbed a knife and a rifle. That was all he needed for thus. He stood brooding, arms crossed and silently waiting for the mission to start. His heart was beating rapidly in his ears and it felt like his blood was on fire.

C’Sara grabbed some explosives as well. You never know when you could need them!

"Alright, I need four different people to hold one charge each and preferably another two for the pattern enhancers. All phasers are to be set to stun and knives are only to be used when you have no other alternative. Do not speak when we arrive or during the mission. Use hand gestures to point things out. We want to stay hidden, so don't attract any attention. Does everyone understand?" She said as she stood in front of the transporter pad, looking towards the people who were present. She had a rather serious look on her face, but there was a slight sense of calm under there.

“Yes. I have one of the explosive charges with me.” They said, pointing to the explosive they had.

C'Telle nodded, standing tall. "Got it. I can hold on of the explosives.* He looked determined and alert, completely focused on the mission.

Eshen walked in, grabbing the command kit and basically all the weapons. He knew how to use them - pretty well, in fact! He was best with a Bat'leth, but a good shot with a phaser and handy with a knife - he wouldn't be a very good Klingon if he didn't know hjow to handle an array of weapons. "Got it!" He picked up one of the explosive charges, too. (edited)

Allan grabbed the kit for engineering, a phaser, and one of the knives. It could be useful, maybe, if absolutely needed. Although, there wasn't much he could do with a knife that he couldn't with a phaser torch, except if the phaser was out of juice for some reason obviously. "Understood," he said, making sure the PADD in his bag had all his necessary programs for various things loaded onto it, and was fully charged along with a spare battery.

"May I ask why you need a spare rifle?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow slightly. "Not that I mind, I'm just curious about your thinking." She said as she gestured to a spare rifle for the Ensign to pick up. At the same time, she herself picked up the fourth and final explosive.

[Comms]"Away team one from Giles. Comms check: how do you read me?"

"Hi, Lieutenant Giles! I hear you!" Eshen said, wanting to greet Allan's cool intelligence friend. Yes, he thought Giles was cool, and he was correct, actually.

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"Perfectly clear, sir," Allan smiled as he greeted his cool intelligence friend. Yes, of course Giles was cool. Anyone saying otherwise was just lying or jealous.

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[Comms] "Marvellous. We're going to have an open line throughout this mission - anything you hear, I'll hear. If you check the equipment that Operations have provided, you should have earpieces there; they'll link up to your commbadge automatically to ensure that anything being said is discrete; the less chance of Section 31 being aware of your position, the better. I trust that everyone is present and that the equipment has been distributed between the lot of you?"

“I’m better with a rifle. It’s from experience.” She hoped they wouldn’t ask more, an awkward situation is not what they need.

Eshen picked up an earpiece fitted for a pointed ear or with a V for Vulcanoid on it or something, which might have the volume turned down a bit so his above average Vulcan hearing wouldn't make everything unbearably loud at this close a distance. He imagined Ferengi might need a similar thing.

Following Eshen's lead, he grabbed his own, hopefully specially-fitted for Caitian ears. He made sure the volume wasn't too loud, but not.too quiet. He wanted to be able to hear his orders clearly.

They also took an earpiece fitted for Catian ears. They smiled, more a determined grin than anything comforting.

He ignored the knives - no need for one when you have two! - but grabbed the kits and both of the firing weapons; He mimicked the zipping his mouth gesture at Sam's words, nodding in understanding. "We're hearing you," he chimed in, glad that the volume wasn't too high for him - enhanced hearing was both a blessing and a curse. "I assume we're all ready, more or less."

C'Telle nodded.

[Comms] "In that case, if you could please take your place upon the transporter pad. Your window for beaming down is very nearly open."

Eshen stood on the transporter pad. Time to get vaporised and reformed!

C'Telle stepped onto the pad, face appearing to be carved from stone. He let out a low growl, and there was a glint in his eye that suggested excitement.

After programming a "oh shit s31 is right here gimme a sec" response and a few other more specific to this mission sorts of things into his smart watch auto replies, Allan stepped onto the transporter pad.

She put in and earpiece and smiled, setting foot on the pad. "Who's ready to kick some Section 31 butt?" She asked with a smirk as she charged her rifle. It was on stun, obviously, but she didn't know if there would be any people at the beam-in site.

"Oh, I am so ready."

They stepped onto the transporter pad. “I’m ready.” They said.

She stepped onto the padd, simply nodding.

He stepped onto the pad. "I am also ready." Honestly he was dreading it.

A nod and a brief 'good luck' was given from the Operations officer manning the transporter, and the away team dematerialised.

C'Sara ended up beaming back to the ship here.

They stretched, wondering where to go now. They remained in the transporter room for now, to wait for the others. Still, they tried the Comms. [COMMS] “This is Lieutenant C’Sara Castel, I’m back on the ship in Transporter Room One. Where do I go now?”

[Comms] "Wait there until the rest of the team are back. They'll be with you shortly."

[COMMS] “Aye, sir.” They said.

Away team one beamed in here -- all accounted for, and all in one piece.