<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9a0a1153-5052-48b6-b53f-fdb6e2a951bb/d30n6b9-28600ed7-695c-41f5-a020-f5fc63770161.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_882,q_75,strp/cpn_varrek__don_t_phase_me_bro_by_zeraphelart_d30n6b9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9ODgyIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvOWEwYTExNTMtNTA1Mi00OGI2LWI1M2YtZmRiNmUyYTk1MWJiXC9kMzBuNmI5LTI4NjAwZWQ3LTY5NWMtNDFmNS1hMDIwLWY1ZmM2Mzc3MDE2MS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.VRmlRRBVuuww5ilLNeheNt-HCeG_iFbgoHxbILDfPQA)</div>Name: CDR McFadden<br/><br/>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br/>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br/><br/>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br/>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/>Notes: N/A<br/><hr/><br/>As the higher pitched whine of the transporter fades, Commander McFadden stands in place a few moments giving a silent,two second, mental count after the sounds end, to ensure his pattern has time to fully materialize. Looking around a moment he takes stock of the party.<br/><br/>"Have all members made it in satisfactory condition? Please check each other's suits once again for signs of breaches or other issues. Doctor, if you and our science personnel could attempt to ascertain if the storm or other natural phenomenon was responsible for our missing station personnel it would be most beneficial. We will need to determine if it would be safe for us to be open to the station atmosphere. We also will need to determine if an attempt to reestablish communication with the ship, is possible as we endure the storm. "<br/><br/>As he speaks the Commander turns to whomever is next to him, and checks their suit and gear, allowing the same to be done to him before stepping off the transporter pad and towards the control station.  "Security, and I have the benefit of the Command Master Chief and her expertise." He gives the slightest inclination of his head, a little nod of acknowledgment towards Alison. "We are in a contentious segment of space on a Starfleet station. Communications are not properly functioning, and both egress, and support are currently unavailable. Until Science or Medical determines that the disappearance of the station personnel is some natural byproduct of the storm, we must consider the possibility of ill intent on the part of another party.<br/><br/>Chief if you could see to the safety of our party as primary, followed by securing the station. Given location and nature of the environs, it is safe to operate on the belief that non Federation personnel are hostile. I would also like to ensure that our communications equipment works within the bounds of the station. " He says this last as he takes his tricorder and standing a few feet from the party speaks into it.<br/><br/>"Doctor? Chief? Am I coming through on the equipment? And, do we have any thoughts, or questions? If not, we may proceed ensuring we are in groups of three, no less than two until the station is secured."<br/><br/><br/>