Enisgn Knight- Its in Caraadain hands now
Ethan Goodnight
(( Transporter Room One, U.S.S Atlantis, Par’tha Expanse))
( Late evening Day Five )
:: Knight Strode into the transporter room carrying a the small portable transporter that Ensign Markey had constructed for him. Using a simple program on the non-federation replicater he was able to place the necessary intel onto a Cardassian data rod with out any trace of federation tech or origins. He had a plan of course, it didn’t end with the data rod. Using the ships transporter, he would transport the portable transporter with the data rod already pre positioned and set to instantly transport upon delivery to set coordinates. From there the data rod would be sent into the air over a Caraadain embassy, in a protective case of course. What they did with the intel form there was out of his hands and whether or not they trusted the intel wasn’t up to him. ::
::With any luck the houses would scramble a fleet to the Derex system and the VIR would call off their attack or at the very least the Houses would start evacuating civilians. The most important thing though was that only select members of the crew of the Atlantis would know of the Federations involvement and no one else. Knight had taken every precaution to make sure that everything conceivable that could lead back to them was scrubbed. ::
Crewman Garon: Sir, can I help you with something?
:: Knight snapped back to his surroundings as he realized he had just spent the last few moments thinking to himself. ::
Knight: Yes…Yes you can crewman. Consider yourself relieved.
Crewman Garon: But I’m not set to go off duty for another ten minutes.
Knight: Not to worry that’s been accounted for.
Crewman Garon: Very well Sir, have a good day.
:: As the crewman left he looked about the controls to transporter quickly and placed the portable transporter in position on the transporter pad. Looking back the controls he vaguely remembered a getting in trouble at the academy for falling asleep during one of the transporter theory courses. Lucky for him though, theory had nothing to do with operation and he knew what he was doing. At least he thought he did. ::
Tel-ar: =/\= Cmdr. Tel-ar to transporter room 1. =/\=
:: It hadn’t occurred to him that anyone else would be using the ships transporter, he momentarily paused before responding. ::
Knight: :: Changing his voice the best he could. ::=/\= Yes Cmdr. =/\=
Tel-ar: =/\= Could you beam the object that I am standing next to directly into my quarters? =/\=
Knight: =/\= Give me a moment to calibrate the system Cmdr. ……… According to the sensors the object beside you is 4 containers of biological matter. Is that correct? =/\=
o0 I hope that was right…..it sounded transportery at least. 0o
Tel-ar: =/\= That is correct. =/\=
Knight: =/\= I just have to scan the biological matter to make sure that it is safe to transport aboard the ship Cmdr. =/\=
Tel-ar: =/\= I understand. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Everything seems ok sir. Energizing now. =/\=
:: Just a normal day in the office he thought as he sent the fruit to Andorians quarters, well….not his office. But an office an non the less. As he thinking one of his acquaintances entered the transporter room wearing beach attire. ::
Wright: :: Walking up to the transporter pad. :: Garon, I hope you never have to deal with that Knight character. Due to his antics on Deck unlucky thirteen, we were one short in Engineering. :: Turning to face Knight:
Knight : Something you want to tell me?
Wright: Ahhhh……
Knight: Don’t worry its fine. :: holding up a finger :: Everyone gets one, now where are you going.
Wright: To the beach….Sir.
:: Knight set the coordinates to delivery location for the portable transporter and for a beach Crewman Wright wanted to go too. Transporting two separate objects to two different locations was still a new concept but was already made dummy proof for Federation techs and of course Ensigns. Federation technology, when does the innovation stop he thought to himself. Both the portable transporter and Wright disappeared before him. Knight smiled slightly to himself as he let the portable transporter sit for a spilt five seconds before beaming it aback to the Atlantis. Its job already done, it materialized back on the transporter pad in front of him. Only one last thing to do and it was something he was quite good at. Setting the transporter to dematerialize the portable transporter into destruction, destroying last piece of remaining evidence. ::
Knight: Computer, what is the time?
Computer: The time is 2056 hours.
Knight: Well I guess I’ll have finish my shift, all four minutes of it.
:: Knight leaned on the console and clicked his tongue to listen to the sound echoing in the empty, blank and uneventful room. ::
Markey: =/\= Response =/\=
Knight: =/\= Tribbles in your quarters? Why would you think I had anything to do with it? =/\=
Markey: =/\= Response =/\=
Knight: =/\= I don’t Know what you’re talking about….. That’s as ludicrous as the clown at the Captains promotion party. =/\=