Interception, part 1
Posted on Mon Feb 20th, 2012 @ 4:38pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant Sophia & Major Leroy Mangalia & Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & 1st Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan & Lieutenant JG Patrick O'Dell & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Stran
1,126 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission:
The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Various
ON
"Take us out of warp," Samantha said, eager to see what was on this next planet.
"Scan the planet."
Ronnie nodded. "The planet is M-class. More plant and animal life than the last one. No signs of human habitation."
Stran, and Daniels, were puttering, on the tactical console. Stran, and Daniels frowned, looking at two different screens at once.
"Unknown Vessel on screen-" Stran noted.
"Yellow alert," Sam said.
"Weapons locked on us. Returning the favor." Daniels noted.
"Red alert," Sam amended.
"-Shields up. Returning the favor." Stran added.
"Lieutenant Levue to the bridge." Daniels said, after tapping his comm-badge.
"Purpose?" Stran asked.
"Ship analysis." Daniels noted. "I don't recognize the ship well enough-"
"Focus on the weapons systems. They've finished energizing." Stran added.
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Meanwhile on the shuttle, USS Hamburg:
"We're coming up on your new home, dropping out of warp... Holy hand grenades, batman!
The shuttle took an abrupt turn that momentarily overloaded the inertial dampeners and threw Patrick into the wall. "What the???!!!??? Where'd you get you license buddy, a cracker jack box?"
The shuttle pilot's face darkened, "And I suppose you like getting into a firefight between two big boys in a shuttle?"
=^= Shuttle Hamburg to USS Calypso, arriving with new crew, request instructions =^=
"This is the Calypso. Stay back until the battle's over. If you have to, land on the planet but don't get in the way. I'd hate to lose you before you even get here."
"10-4 good buddy" said the pilot, "I'll keep your delivers safe for a bit while you go toe to toe with them."
Patrick shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose... Why did he have to get transferred off the nice safe planet he had been on...
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"-stations, red Alert. Red Alert. All stations..."
"Recommend hailing them." Stran noted, politely.
"Agreed. Hail them, Ensign."
Stran nodded, and pressed the required buttons on the console.
====Marine Deck=====
Noelle grabbed a rifle from the weapons locker and secured her knife to her thigh and headed out to patrol the ship during the battle so that if need be she could move to a specific area quickly should the need arise.
Noelle headed for Mangalia's office to see what was needed from the Marines. She keep a close eye out for anything unusual.
Trent followed his Lieutenant's lead and quickly slung a carbine over his shoulder while his other hand grabbed for a number of extra power cells. He wasn't sure if they would be called for a fight at all, let along a drawn out one, but it never hurt to be prepared just in case.
He paced Noelle, but hung back so as not to seem over eager. He just wanted to be ready if they needed someone on the fly.
Leo stepped out of his office looking like he had planned for this day. He hadn't but he wasn't surprised at all. "Trent, take the Marine Station on the bridge. Noelle, get the repelling teams and the boarding teams active. I don't want anyone dying on me. Trent, take a small team with you as well, no more than a three man fire squad."
"Copy that, Captain." Trent nodded. He quickly turned about and faced the rapidly growing crowd of marines who stood by. "Greys, Rawlins, Hunt." He called out. He couldn't see them in the mass, but he knew they would be there. "Grab your kit."
Noelle nodded "Gimble get your rappel team ready and stationed at critical areas. Hawking, get your team and meet me back here in five. I want teams at engineering, computer, sickbay. All major points I want covered. I want two man patrol teams roving the ship." She said "Set your radios to channel 2, that's our secure channel."
The men quickly materialized in front of the group and made their way to the marine quartermaster. They silently donned their gear, save for Rawlins asking for a couple of power cells to be passed down to him. These guys were professional, what needed to be said between them?
Trent scarcely had to wait over a minute before the trio stood before him in full assault armour and carbines strapped over their chests. Satisfied, Trent gave them a quick nod and headed to the turbo lift, fire team in tow.
========Bridge=========
Levue stepped on to the bridge, and Daniels quickly played Rock-Paper-Scizzors with Stran. Getting beaten by rock, Scizzor-hands Daniels stayed at the console, while Stran left through the turbolift. Levue took the primary spot on the tactical console, and Daniels took the secondary scanners.
"Report's on screen, ma'am." Daniels whispered to Levue.
Levue nodded to Daniels, and quickly got caught up.
"You missed Lizard, Spock," Ronnie whispered as Stran walked off the bridge.
Sam turned to look at her, her lips twitching in humor. "Any response from the ship?" she asked Levue.
"Dead air out there ma'am. Not getting any response." Levue noted.
Stran quirked his eyebrows. "Lieutenant Levue, there is no air out there, as you should well know. Space only consists of vacu-" He started on a typically Vulcan tirade before the lift doors closed.
The turbo lift doors opened on the bridge revealing the four marines in assault kit. Trent stepped out first and quickly pointed to thee points on the bridge to be covered. The men silently angled their way off the lift to comply.
"Captain Mangalia asked me to man the Marine station." He quickly called out before stepping to the console at the back of the bridge.
Sophia stood at one of the auxiliary stations. She wanted to monitor the situation while trying to not get in the way.
"Whatever." Daniels muttered. "Just log in to the console, and make sure the bridge procedural recorder notes it. If it doesn't, call engineering. No need to announce it like a cavalry charge."
"Ensign Daniels-" Levue started.
"The brig, ma'am?" Daniels asked.
"No, confinement to quarters will do. Levue to Ensign Stran, please return to the bridge." Levue said, with a slightly unimpressed tone of voice.
"PFC Kushner, welcome to the loony bin," Sam said, rolling her eyes at the discussion between Levue and Daniels. "Hail the other ship."
"They aren't responding, ma'am." Levue noted.
"Weapons are charged and locked, yet they aren't firing. Nor are they responding to hails. What do they WANT?" Sam asked.
(To be continued...)
Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Ensign Stran
Security Officer
Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security Officer
Lieutenant JG Cassandra Levue
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Captain Leroy Mangalia
Marine CO
2nd Lieutenant Noelle Ghassan
Marine XO
PFC Trent Kushner
Marine
Lieutenant Commander Leanne Bowen
Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Sophia
Chief Counselor
Shuttle Pilot
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