<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/>Alison frowned as she returned from her brief foray to try to find any form of flight operations or shuttlebay and found nothing.  It was a rare thing for a station to be configured such, and in the situations in the Chief's experience was they needed the space for something else.  She shook her head in frustration then took out her communicator.<strong><em>"Commander, this the Master Chief.  No joy on a shuttle bay or Flight Operations.  I would say part of our focus should might be to see if we can rig up some form of communications to the </em>Avenger<em>.  Otherwise, I am out of tricks here till there is something for me to shoot at."</em></strong>