The Station
One by one, the RRT members enter through the forward portside door in the lower module. The first is a thirtyish blond Human male with a buzz-cut that would make a 20th century American Marine proud. "Patton, John Howard II, Petty Officer second class, Senior NCO, Rapid Reaction Team reporting for duty, sir! May I introduce my team—Thol, Servan,Crewman first class, of Tiburon, (Servan Thol is a fairly typical Tiburonian female of average height and build with the distinctive scalloped Tiburonian ears and hairless scalp) K'kat'k, K't'kal, Crewman first class, of Kaferia, our heavy weapons expert, (Crewman K'kat'k is a tall greenish coloured insectoid with faceted golden eyes.) Tova, Bertran, Crewman second class, our communications tech, (Tova is a short and slightly stocky man, with the characteristic black irises of the Betazoid and curly brown hair) Releth, S'kora, Crewman second class, of Efros, (S'kora is a gregarious and intensely curious man with coppery skin, smow white hair and eyes that look eerily like Argent's) and last but definitely not least, Sssskahll, Crewman second class, of Cestus III, our medic." (Sssskahll is a massive Gorn who has to stoop to pass through the door)
Patton asks, "Is Lt. Swann present? I have something for her from the Commander," and holds out the TR-116 she'd replicated the day before. "Cdr. Samson's compliments, ma'am. Her analysis of the tricorder and transporter scans indicate that only a heavy disrupt setting will penetrate the... chamax's chitin, and she estimates that there is less chance of danger with a bullet. She does warn, though that if shot with a high-velocity projectile, there may be a splash of acid of unknown radius. Sssskahl has a canister of an anti-acid foam which should help in that eventuality. Each of our team in armed tith a type IIIa Compression Phaser Rifle and K't'kal has an Isomagnetic Disintegrator. Marissa had seen the weapon before but had never operated one. Nivran eyes the Kaferian and Gorn, instinctively sizing them up.
