<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmVkMWFjOGItOWI1NS00YTRmLTgwYTQtMmE2OWE5YjFjNzkzXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjk3NTUyOTc@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Master Chief Petty Officer Alison Coles<br/><strong>Location</strong>: FDR Facility 39 > Transporter Station<br/><br/><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Control 10 | Daring 9 | Fitness 11 | Insight 8 | Presence 10 | Reason 8<br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong>Command 4 | Conn 4 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 4<br/><br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Resolute, Bold: Security, Crisis Management, Fly-by<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Uniform, Communicator, Phaser<br/><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When the away team was called, Alison left her station at the bridge and went to join the Commander McFadden in the turbolift.  Outside of the transporter room she kitted up for standard away mission.  There had been no hint of hostiles so she forgo getting a phaser rifle for the standard Type-II hand phaser.  She still armed herself as it was always best to err on the side of caution.  Besides she was confident her security overrides would work on the station if there was the need of something more...substantive.<br/><br/>Once everyone was gathered she braced herself for transport, gritting her teeth.  While transporter technology had come a long way in the last several decades, it was not something Alison was comfortable.  Give her a good shuttle any day of the week and twice on Sunday.  Still the conditions were such even she admitted trying to pilot a shuttle in the soup was a last resort option.  She only hoped the Captain realized it.  She had been with him since their last tour together on the<em>Lexington</em>and knew he was more than a fair hand with small craft.  There had been more than one mission where they were side by side one another in a shuttle's cockpit.  Still the man was the Captain now, not the First Officer and it was not for him to take the risks when there were others.<br/><br/>After what seemed like an eternity for Alison her eyes began to blink.  She knew in her mind virtually no time had elapsed, microseconds at best, but it did not feel like such to her.  Alison had expected to meet at least some security personnel as their transport had been unauthorized.  Instead it was as Doctor Khal'vanas had said, it was quiet.  There was not even an alarm going for the approaching storm, which should not had been.  Alison left the transporter pad and searched for the security terminal which should be present in the transporter room to try to pull up the latest information logged into the system.