Finding A Way In (part 1)
Posted on Tue May 20th, 2014 @ 2:11pm by Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley & Commander Hans Munich & Lieutenant Ilse Frost & Lieutenant Roberta Andrews & Captain Cameron Bourne
1,004 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Revenge
Location: Planetside
ON
== Team One ==
The first away team beamed down to a barren valley two kilometers from where the fighters began to have problems. It was hoped that, by walking in, the team could find some clues missed at mach.
Taking a look around their transport sight, Cam was satisfied that they hadn't been spotted beeming in. "Alright, let's get to it. Start looking for something that would indicate the way inside. Heavy traffic, a marker, anything"
Private Peter Parhtz nodded. "Aye, sir." He began to look around the ground for any signs of a path or previous inhabitants. There had to be something around here. Most planets that had a breathable atmosphere also had some form of fauna. He just hoped the fauna here didn't have big, sharp, pointy teeth.
After going in a circle a few times, he finally noticed a faint trail. "Hey, Lieutenant, I think I found something!"
Moving over to stand beside Parhtz, Cam looked over the ground for the 'something' He's spotted, "good work, let's see where it goes"
Parhtz nodded and carefully led the way down the faint path. It disappeared twice, but he managed to pick it up again.
The path meandered around for a kilometer, then became more discernible. "Ha! Now we're getting somewhere."
"Alright, let's see how far this goes. Stay on alert and weapons set to stun, if we come across anyone, stun them"
== Team Two ==
[Transporter Room]
Andrews stood by in the transporter room, watching the others. Her thoughts went to Korok; she wiped a few tears from her face, hoping no one noticed.
Bosley waited for five minutes, then stepped onto the transporter pad. "Okay, let's go," he announced.
The doctor and her team followed.
The second team materialized seven kilometers to the South of the first team. The Marines raised their rifles and spread out, checking the area.
Frost looked around and saw no bodies in the immediate area. She thought that is a good sign.
Andrews held her Bat'leh close to her side. "Sitck by me, Doc." She said to Frost. "That way, I can protect you, or if I get wounded, you can fix me." She winked at the Doc.
"Really?" Frost glanced at the tall woman who carried the klingon weapon and then at the backs of the Marines. "No offense but I think I feel a bit safer with the guys in green protecting me. But yes if you get a booboo. I am sure I can call Dr. Hart, to come and patch you right up."
Andrews laughed at the joke. "Boo-boo. I like that.." She then looked at the marines. "Yeah, have to agree with you on them as well; looks like we're in good hands."
"Yes, ma'am," Thomas replied. "We'll keep you alive, but I stop at kissing boo boos."
Andrews looked at Thomas, a mock stern look on her face. "Only one fellow kisses my 'boo-boos,' and he's a big part of why I'm here."
Bosley chuckled, but said nothing as he signaled to his two scouts to head out and look for a trail. When they were far enough ahead, he nodded to the rest and began to follow, making sure the Fleeties were in the middle of the pack so they wouldn't get hurt.
"Kissing boo-boo's is highly unsanitary, I do not recommend it." Frost said with a quirky smile. The doctor paused briefly and then bent down and touched the floor with her finger tips. A quick flick of her wrist and she snapped open her tricorder and took a scan. She frowned slightly, not sure what to think of her reading. She walked quietly for a bit.
Andrews noticed the change on Frost's face, and hurried to her side. "What's up, Doc?" She asked.
Frost shook her head and spoke softly "These random dark marks on the floor. The ones that look like streaks, they are some sort of discharge from a weapon I think. That and there are all sorts of different types of DNA traces in this area."
Just then disruptor fire broke out from a hidden location. "Everyone, take cover," Bosley barked. "Set up a defensive perimeter around the Fleeties!"
Half a dozen men ran for cover and began to return fire.
Andrews hugged the ground, looking for the medical personnel. "Grab some dirt, Doc!" She shouted at Frost.
"Oh, I don't know if I want to even touch..." Frost's comment was shortened by the sound of weapon discharge again and Frost dove down behind something that looked like it had survived a few lifetimes of shots fired against it.
Andrews watched Frost and others in the Medical team 'eat dirt,' and grinned. They'd be ok, as long as none of them had long necks. In the distance she heard some 'wumps...' "Oh great," She thought."Mortars."
Orin hit the nearest small mound that looked solid enough to take a few rounds into it. He was the Comm man of the unit; he could think of several ways to get help; mainly air support.
=^= Taking fire need air support ...=^= Orin was trained to be a good man at the comm; he also knew that if he could 'paint' the area in question it might be better. =^= if any of the fighters want a little ground target practice we would own a Cold one to them?=^=
Taking a chance he rose only enough from cover to point a 'designator' in the general area of the attacking fire. It was a long shot but if the fighters could 'punch a hole' it would help. With the attack the operation was already sighted and even the most foolish would report to the base of the 'infiltration' by Federation Forces."
A small mortar round exploded a short distance from the Marine.
(To be continued...)
2nd Lieutenant Cameron Bourne
Marine CO
Private Peter Parhtz
Marine
Lieutenant Ilse Frost
Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant JG Roberta Andrews
Chief Science Officer
Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley
Charlie Platoon Leader
Orin
Marine Communications
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