<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/>Alison knew her engineering skills were not her strong suit.  Like near all in Starfleet, theirs was a heavy technological career field.  She knew how to pilot a shuttle with some of the best in the fleet, and she could get the crew in her division or ship perform like none other, but the theory behind many things from medical, to science, and to engineering beyond basic troubleshooting and operation were not her strong suits.  So anything dealing with communications was going to be a bust for her and need one of the engineering ratings to look at.  Since the Chief Engineer was with them, it was not Alision's call to order any of the techs.  She made her suggestion and recommendation, and since she did not feel like doing nothing, she walked back towards the transporter room and looked for security.<br/><br/>Like near all of the officers on the station, the office was small, with the station's stockade taking up near all of the room.  The armory might be a good thing to look into, but without any codes, it was again going to take a tech to open it, or Alison an eternity.  Instead she want to the security chief's office and started to go through the computer.  However while the small terminal at the transporter pad had accepted her credentials, the terminal in security was proving more vexing.  Alison grunted and continued to hammer at it, trying every security key she knew.