03-07-2011, 05:26 PM
MARINE BARRECKS
USS TRIPITZ
En-route to Starbase Thrinacia
1815HRS
Falcon was standing next to his bunk. On his rack was a duffle bag with his uniforms neatly packed and prepped to be transferred to his new assignment. He was soon to be the executive officer on the USS Thunderstorm, an Intrepid Class vessel under the command of one Captain Melanie Woodcroft. Next to his duffle bag were three cases. The closest one was a about a half a meter square. Inside it were his ka-bar and sidearm. Just above that case was on about one and a half meters in length. Inside it was his Sniper grade phaser rifle. The last case left was sitting at the far side of the bed from him. It was also about one and a half meters in length, but unlike the case holding his phaser rifle, this case held something that held many more memerys and and a rich history for not only him, but his entire family for near on three hundred and fifty years. In this case was a Ceramonial sword of a United States Marine Corps Officer and a Tactical Operations Bravo 51 sniper rifle. Both items had been passed down through the years for twelve generations. He closed his cases and slung his duffle bag over his shoulder to turn and an old familure face before him.
â Permission to assist the Colonel with his gear?â Barked off an Old Sargent Major standing at full attention.
Falcon grinned. âGranted, and at ease you old goat. If anything I should be helping you to a retirement homeâ He punched back.
The NCO relaxed and picked up the case holding Falconâs sidearm and phaser rifle. â Sir, You should know bloody well enough I will not retire till they lay a federation flag on my casket. â
â Aye, that is true old friend. May we all meet that glorious day in the cluches of battle. â
âAye sir. With any luck we will.â Replied the NCO as he turned to Falcon. â No if I may beg your pardon sir. Get your ass off my ship and to your new assignment Marine. We have arrived and you are standing here like a school girl watching the boys walk by. â
Falcon grinned and slapped the old bugger in the back of the head for his lip, then hugged him and wished him luck with the keeping the marines in check on the Tripitz. With a snap in his step he turned and stepped onto the transporter pad and nodded to the chief to energize.
STARBASE THRINACIA
Transporter room two.
Falcon materialized on the starbase and quickly stepped off the pad.
âChief can you direct me to the Main Gallery?â
âAye Sirâ The transporter chief replied as he quickly gave direction.
â Thank you, Chief. Can you see to it that my gear makes it to the USS Thunderstorm?â
âAye sirâ
Falcon nodded and left the transporter room making his way to Main Gallery as his orders detailed.
Outside Main Gallery
1850HRs
Falcon entered the Main Gallery of the starbase to find that many of the fleets higher officers had already arrived. Quickly he scanned the room to see if his new Commanding officer was present. Not seeing her, he walked up to the bar and waited for the Keep.
â May I help you sirâ Ask the barkeeper, a lovely young lady with flaming red hair and a smile that lit up the room.
âAh Yes, Scotch neat. â
âComing up Sirâ She chirped back with a grin as she turned to walk away.
Quickly she returned with his drink in hand. â One scotch neat, Sir. Can I get you anything else?â
âNo Maâam, Thank youâ he replied as he took his drink and turned to see the people filtering into and through the room.
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USS TRIPITZ
En-route to Starbase Thrinacia
1815HRS
Falcon was standing next to his bunk. On his rack was a duffle bag with his uniforms neatly packed and prepped to be transferred to his new assignment. He was soon to be the executive officer on the USS Thunderstorm, an Intrepid Class vessel under the command of one Captain Melanie Woodcroft. Next to his duffle bag were three cases. The closest one was a about a half a meter square. Inside it were his ka-bar and sidearm. Just above that case was on about one and a half meters in length. Inside it was his Sniper grade phaser rifle. The last case left was sitting at the far side of the bed from him. It was also about one and a half meters in length, but unlike the case holding his phaser rifle, this case held something that held many more memerys and and a rich history for not only him, but his entire family for near on three hundred and fifty years. In this case was a Ceramonial sword of a United States Marine Corps Officer and a Tactical Operations Bravo 51 sniper rifle. Both items had been passed down through the years for twelve generations. He closed his cases and slung his duffle bag over his shoulder to turn and an old familure face before him.
â Permission to assist the Colonel with his gear?â Barked off an Old Sargent Major standing at full attention.
Falcon grinned. âGranted, and at ease you old goat. If anything I should be helping you to a retirement homeâ He punched back.
The NCO relaxed and picked up the case holding Falconâs sidearm and phaser rifle. â Sir, You should know bloody well enough I will not retire till they lay a federation flag on my casket. â
â Aye, that is true old friend. May we all meet that glorious day in the cluches of battle. â
âAye sir. With any luck we will.â Replied the NCO as he turned to Falcon. â No if I may beg your pardon sir. Get your ass off my ship and to your new assignment Marine. We have arrived and you are standing here like a school girl watching the boys walk by. â
Falcon grinned and slapped the old bugger in the back of the head for his lip, then hugged him and wished him luck with the keeping the marines in check on the Tripitz. With a snap in his step he turned and stepped onto the transporter pad and nodded to the chief to energize.
STARBASE THRINACIA
Transporter room two.
Falcon materialized on the starbase and quickly stepped off the pad.
âChief can you direct me to the Main Gallery?â
âAye Sirâ The transporter chief replied as he quickly gave direction.
â Thank you, Chief. Can you see to it that my gear makes it to the USS Thunderstorm?â
âAye sirâ
Falcon nodded and left the transporter room making his way to Main Gallery as his orders detailed.
Outside Main Gallery
1850HRs
Falcon entered the Main Gallery of the starbase to find that many of the fleets higher officers had already arrived. Quickly he scanned the room to see if his new Commanding officer was present. Not seeing her, he walked up to the bar and waited for the Keep.
â May I help you sirâ Ask the barkeeper, a lovely young lady with flaming red hair and a smile that lit up the room.
âAh Yes, Scotch neat. â
âComing up Sirâ She chirped back with a grin as she turned to walk away.
Quickly she returned with his drink in hand. â One scotch neat, Sir. Can I get you anything else?â
âNo Maâam, Thank youâ he replied as he took his drink and turned to see the people filtering into and through the room.
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