As the team disappear from the surface the shock-wave hits the building, scattering dust and high-energy particles into the matter stream. However, the transport seems to complete safely, as the away team re-materialise back on-board the ship.
The ship gives a lurch as it jumps into warp, as the ship jumps to escape the raging particles flashing up towards them.
"Well done....." Captain Picard begins.... But something is wrong. He doesn't recognise the transporter engineer, and it is a matter of pride that he can recognise every member of his crew. It might take a week or so, for new arrivals.
However, as he looks over at the woman at the controls, there's not the least flicker of recognition.
A shriek comes from beside him, and the captain looks over to Reg Barclay. He knew it would be risky putting an engineer with a known dislike for transporters in such a situation.
He has to do a double-take. Not willing to believe his own eyes. On the far side of Dr. Crusher is a young woman, her uniform looks remarkably shiny and certainly not the usual material for starfleet uniforms. Her expression is that of suppressed panic, a familiar one for Reg... and as the Captain looks closer, he spots similiarities in her face. A beautiful face, a feminine face, but with hints of the engineer that were impossible to deny.
A husky groan, draws the captain's eyes to the figure between them.
It is Doctor Crusher, but with a short crew-cut hairstyle. He has the same compassionate features as Beverly but a determined chin. It sends shivers down his spine how much like Jack he now looks.
"Doctor..." he asks uncertainly.
But it is the sound of his own voice that makes him take stock of his own situation. A quick glance downwards tells a story he doesn't want to believe. She is now undeniably a woman. The breasts are not big, however, equally they are undeniable.
Reg's hands clutch her chest incredulous, they heave as she start to hyper-ventilate. She is a very curvy girl, and she gets startled as a lock of long blonde hair falls across her face.
As if this is the biggest shock Jean-Luc's hands instinctively reach to her head, and she feels a full head of hair there.
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