[4thdimension]

"What Happened back there Torbun?" Geordy Laforge was a laid back and well liked Commanding Officer, he always had been. But when his first officer gets beamed into his ready room instead of sick bay when he has a two foot hole in his chest, he feels that he has to put his foot down. With two Hirogen War Ships sharing an orbit with him, his old Captain and close friend lost on the surface, and the Klingon exchange officer probably dead as well, Captain Laforge was not in one of his better moods.

He figured he'd might as well add the fact that the Dominion's good well gesture had just been detected through the planet's hellish atmospheric interference in a smoldering heap on the surface to the list as well. The Captain hated the dominion, just as everyone did, but he liked Odo well enough. Goodness knows he's the only one keeping a leash on those things, he thought. It didn't help either that scanning the surface for anything smaller than a shuttle was proving impossible.
"Sir, there was no way to know what condition Commander Clan was in at the time of beam up. All I could get a lock on was his com badge, and even that was shaky." The Bolian was nearly whimpering, but Laforge did not allow that to temper his resolve.

"I understand that Mr. Torbun, but what I need you to understand is that it is your job to inform me when something is simply impossible. Transporting like that could have left Clan that way with or without Hirogen help." The bolian held Laforg's gaze until the Captain looked away. "Return to your post."

Captain Laforge left the transporter room in favor of heading to the turbolift instead of watching the Bolian shuffle back to his station. He remembered a simpler time, a time before the war.
"Oh, Data, we really need to burn the midnight oil on this one." Talking to his dead android friend was not something that was particularly conductive to his solving this problem, so he spoke to the computer instead as the turbolift doors closed behind him.
"Shuttle bay one."