Transporters break everything about Star Trek. They’re better ignored altogether. (Also, I’m fairly sure there isn’t any good episode in any ST series where the plot hinges on transporters.)
IIRC, you need to wear special insulating suits inside the stasis field, and if your suit fails, you fall over stone dead.
Because you’d have to resurrect an industry’s worth of infrastructure to make it happen.
From the short story “Johnny Mnemonic” by William Gibson:
These days, thought, you have to be pretty technical before you can even aspire to crudeness. I’d had to turn both those twelve-gauge shells from brass stock, on the lathe, and then load then myself; I’d had to dig up an old microfiche with instructions for hand- loading cartidges; I’d had to build a lever-action press to seat the primers -all very tricky.
It conflates the archetypal Dublin character played by Colm Meaney in Roddy Doyle’s Barrytown Trilogy (The Commitments, The Snapper and The Van) and Chief O’Brien. Most Dubliners find this pants-wettingly funny.
You could get a traditional firearm out of a replicator in seconds. Captain Picard once killed a Borg with a holographic Tommy Gun just by turning off the holodeck’s safety protocols.