"If you say so, ma'am. You're the officer. Since the transporters are only two-placers, we'll need to beam over in two waves. Luckily, the specs on the Atlantic class's transporters say they have a much reduced cycling time, so if we hustle to get on the pads and immediately clear the target area, we should all be over in less than ten seconds. Okay, people, you heard the Lieutenant. Servan and Bertran, you'll use the upper pads with me and the elltee—K't'kal, you and Sssskahll follow S'kora and Lt. Nivran. It's showtime!" The four designated climb the ladder and enter the cockpit, where Marissa and Patton step onto the pads. Nivran reports from the lower pads that shi and Releth are ready.
"Ready, Lieutenant?" At her nod, he says,
"Mr. Clare on my mark, perform the transfer as discussed. Everyone, prepare to execute. Mark!"
The pads disappear in a blue sparkle to be replaced with the darkened command centre. Immediately, the suit lights snap on and the integral gravity boots engage.
"Move!" orders Patton and all four of the first wave clear the beam-in zone. The remaining four beam in and Patton snaps,
"Sound off!" Everyone reports their suit status and level their weapons.
"Okay folks, Engineering is that way. Keep your eyes open and watch your tricorders. We don't know if any of these chamax are still around! Step to it!"
Marissa is impressed with the coordinated actions of the RRT's, who move like a smoothly operating machine. S'kora Releth opens the door quickly and he and Nivran step through. the room beyond is in vacuum.
"Kitchen area to the right," reports Nivran.
"Vacant storeroom beyond. Tricorder reads atmo in the next room..."
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:42, Sun 13 Aug 2017.