> > >"Dammit. Steven, you have three minutes,"
> he said. He looked to the liason
> > >officer. "Have the transporter people lock
> and hold on every one of our people
> > >now. When I give the order, beam them out.
> How many pads do we have available?" he
> > >asked. "For our ten people and the one the
> recovered crewmember, can we get them
> out in one or two cycles?"
"As many as necessary, Inspector. We should be able to get them up on one
batch using two transporter rooms."
> >Michael Nash was not the only one to be
> swearing. Upon hearing that he had
> >half the time he initially thought, he called
> everyone's attention again.
> >
> >"Mr. Nash [OOC: I'm doing this for the "team
> speech" thing] has informed us
> >that we our now officially out of time.
> Everyone, prepare to be evacuated."
> >
> >The lead security guard of the five they had
> brought with them signaled to
> >him that all the security personnel were
> ready. He glanced at Maggie,
> >Katya, Nabru, and Caimlyn to see whether they
> were ready to leave or not.
> >
> >Maggie was severely disappointed, but she
> nodded her readiness. She'd keep the Sig
> >Sauer in her hand until they were safely back
> on the boat, however.
> >
Nabru was not particularily happy about pulling out, but it was necessary.
Perhaps there would be another chance to go planetside...
She nodded, signalling that she was ready to go.
> >"We're ready when you are, Michael."
> >
> >"Get them out of there," he told the liason
> officer. He hated pulling the
> >plug so soon, but he'd seen what the Ramesar had done to the previous
occupants. They would
> >be no help to the South Hampton's crew if they
> were dead.
>
They were all brought up in one go. The security went up with one
transporter, and the others came up in transporter room 1.
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