Running High, Searching Low Part 4

Posted on Wed Dec 8th, 2010 @ 3:14pm by Major Leroy Mangalia & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner

1,004 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Planetside
Timeline: Current

[Mercenary Facility, Turkana IV]

[OLD]

When she got to the hidden panel, she signaled to the two teams to line up on both sides. "Trent, listen and see if you hear anything," she asked. "Then we'll go in."

[NEW]


[Outside]

The man, and the rest of the refugee's came out of the dark, Leroy aiming his weapon at them all. "Halt and be counted," he growled, wondering where Trent and Kara had gone to. He hated being in the know, but hadn't heard any screams or calls from his teams, and trusted both of them. "Who are you and what do you need?"

The woman that had flipped on Kara crumpled back into a ball, and started rocking on the ground while the man looked at him. "We're no enemy Lieutenant. A Sergeant back there said you'd take care of us if we asked. We're asking for asylum. At least one of us," he looked pointedly at the woman that had begun to sob. "Needs psychological help. We all need food and water, and some medical attention. Starfleet code dictates that the Commanding officer contact who ever it is up there that needs to be contacted, for either emergency rations, or some sort of medical help." Leo was impressed, but he had figured that someone here had to be former Starfleet. He reached back into his back, pulling out three rations, and a smile.

"We've got enough food for us for a couple days, so you guys can share a ration to three people. It won't be much, but its better than having an empty stomach. As for medical attention, I have one corpsman here, and if it's that bad, then I can ask that one person at a time be transported back to the ship to be checked out by our Doctor." The man nodded and sat down, collecting the rations and separating the people around him, making sure that they all had food before he went looking for his own. Leo, taking pity on the older looking man tossed the last power bar that he had on his person, deciding that the man's need was greater than his own.

[Inside]

When it appeared quiet inside, Kara signaled to Trent to go right while she went left. Martinez would go straight and the rest would be backup. "On my mark," Kara mouthed. "One, two, three..."

Martinez blasted the door down, and stepped to the side while another Marine stepped into the room, then began coughing and heaving. "Dear Gods!" the marine cried out, backing up. "Sergeant, there's nothing alive in there except for rot."

Kara glared at Martinez. "We don't blast doors down unless we have to, Marine. And I told Kushner to go in, not you. Fall back." She pulled out a scanner and checked the room to be sure there wasn't something alive hiding in a corner. "And, because of your lack of discipline, we can't CLOSE the door." She was going to have a long talk to Major Raine when she got back to the ship.

They quickly searched the rest of the floor. There was nothing of interest. In the far corner they found a staircase going down. Kara glared at Martinez. "You stay back. I don't want you shooting anything without being shot at first. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sergeant," the Marine answered, stepping back. He didn't want to go down the stairs, and didn't feel that it would serve any purpose what so ever. He lined up with the rest of the team, wondering what would happen when they started descending the stairs. The smell was getting to Martinez, but he wasn't going to let it show.

Kara nodded towards the stairs, then headed quietly down. The rest of her team following close behind. They went from room to room, but found nothing of interest. Disappointed, they returned to the others. "The place is clear. Whatever may have been here is long gone."

Tent spoke up after searching the other side of the hall from the Sergeant. "There is a large weapons cashe in one of those rooms back there. We marked the room off in case we need to take a look at those later. It's nothing I wouldn't have expected to find though. Other than that, a whole lot of nothing."

They quickly made their way outside and reported to the Lieutenant.

Leo looked up as he was checking over the the refugee's. "How goes it Sergeant? Anything of interest?"

"No," Kara said. "Except for them." She indicated the refugees. But, when it came right down to it, rescuing them was definitely a good thing.

Leroy nodded and looked at his men, they didn't look happy. "Alright guys, I'll send you home in a minute, but I want to check over the refugee's first. If they need food, we can't just let them starve." Looking back at the group of people he shook his head slightly. "Trent, you've been quiet, something wrong?"

Trent shook his head. "No Sir." He lied. In truth, the wound he suffered from earlier was really starting to bother him. It was just a minor injury, but it felt like his entire leg was on fire now. He would have it checked out once he got back to the ship.

Kara looked sharply at Trent, then addressed the Lieutenant. "If there's nothing else, sir, permission to head back to the ship."

"Get home, both of you. I want every one to visit sick bay the second you get back on board. I'm going to wait down here, until everyone has been beamed up, then I'll meet you there alright?" Looking to his men he nodded. -^-Calypso, everyone but me is ready to go home. Beam them up.-^- He looked back at the refugees as the Marines began to shimmer and dissipate.

OFF:

1st Lieutenant Leroy Mangalia
Marine Executive Officer
USS Calypso

Sergeant Kara Melo (PNPC)
Platoon Leader
USS Calypso

Private Trent Kushner (PNPC)
Marine
USS Calypso

 

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