B'lanna was unbelievably pissed when the transport completed and she found herself beamed down on the planet. The crystal's on the planet were needed to keep the essential systems running. The trouble was that with this planet's orbit it also caused the atmosphere to be rather unfriendly to shuttle craft. Knowing that the ship could only continue to fly another six hours without these, she volunteered to beam down. The transporter left her beside a large outcrop of the crystals, she sighed with relief.
However, her highest priority was her sudden and unexpected nudity. Everything that she had tried to beam down had arrived. Nothing non-organic had come through the transport. She knew only two possible causes for this problem. Either is was a response to a safety problem to avoid her atoms becoming merged with those of her uniform, a rather fatal occurence. She really hoped that was the cause. The only alternative was that her husband was playing games with the transporter. Without even a com badge she couldn't tell the ship that she was down and safe.
Meanwhile back on voyager, in the transporter control room.
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