Lieutenant Alira Venn: We're Gonna Do WHAT?

[Isara Aleron]

(( Transporter Room 1, USS Goodall ))

Alira entered the transporter room with her duffel. She was traveling light as she really only needed a few uniforms and a few other necessities. Which was a good thing since it seemed they were going to be doing a high warp transport. The process was always risky, and she’d never done one. But as long as the two ships were matching speed exactly, and as long as their warp fields overlapped correctly, there should be no problems.

oO If. Big word, that. Oo

Her fellow specialist had entered as well. She nodded to Serin Velis and stepped up onto the transporter pad.

Venn: Ready for this?

Velis: Response

Venn: My first high-warp transfer, so I am nervous as a cat in a wet paper bag, as my friend’s mother used to say. :: Not sure what that means, exactly, but it sounds stressful.

Velis: Response

There was a double-beep from the transporter control console, and the chief looked down at his panel before looking up and nodding at the pair of them.

Chief: It’s time, Lieutenants.

Velis: Response

As soon as they were ready, they waited for the bridge’s signal that all was set and synchronized. That was key. With the modern navigation technology, they could synchronize their helm controls so that one ship was basically flying the other, while at the same time coordinating their warp fields to allow for the overlap without causing one or the other to blow up. She didn’t care which ship was in charge, so long as she made it safely from one ship to the other without becoming permanently scrambled into tiny subatomic particles.

Bridge: =/\= Transporter Room, prepare for transport. There will be no synchronizing. Warp speeds match and we're transporting on the Ronin's command. =/\=

Alira's eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. That was tantamount to suicide. Yes, technically it could be done, but the precision needed was practically impossible.

Chief: =/\= Transporter Room standing by. =/\=

Velis: Response

Bridge: =/\= Transport in three, two, one. =/\=

(( Transporter Room, USS Ronin ))

Time became somewhat meaningless inside the transporter beam, but to her, it seemed like several seconds had elapsed even as there appeared to be a temporary overlap of the two transporter rooms. When the blue glow faded and the whine died, she was standing in the transporter room of the Ronin, apparently safe and sound. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and looked at the person facing her.

Venn: Lieutenant Alira Venn, Mission Specialist. Request permission to come aboard.

Velis: Response

Security: Welcome aboard. We're to escort you to the Captain. If you'll come with us?

She followed the security out of the transporter room, her hands shaking from the realization that she'd just survived something that should have killed her.

oO And you want to work in covert operations? Jeesh, toughen up a little. Oo

Velis: Response

Lieutenant Alira Venn

Mission Specialist (Intelligence)

USS Ronin, NCC-34523

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