Sielvario stood patiently at the transporter console. He had entered the co-ordinates precisely as Rashya had directed. All that remained now was to wait for her go confirmation. "I really don't like this sight to sight transporting." He stated evenly with a heavy sigh. "Better than lugging all these units by hand through the ship." Came the voice of Rashya through the comms. "This is going to be materializing less than a foot above your head, you know." "As long as the numbers are entered correctly; then no problem." "And with a quirky transporter." He shook his head slowly. "There's a lot of reasons many people still refuse to use them." "Will you relax." She giggled over the comms. "Think about the credits you are going to be handing over to me when this is done." "It's not the work quality." He grinned. "It's the Captains approval." "I got this." She then laughed. "I was thinking of a new wardrobe. All I have is basically uniforms." "You could wear what you had when you came aboard." He laughed. "You looking to get knocked out again; like before you came aboard?" "Ooohhh." He smiled broadly. "Green is Go!" She suddenly called out excitedly. "Transport now!" "Shit!" Sill groaned with uncertainty. He pushed the controls up.