06-04-2011, 03:21 AM
SpecOPS CNC
Marine Bay- USS Agamemon
2016 hrs
Moorehead looked at his men as the orders came through from the Captain. With a nod they all secured the weapons and made way to the transporter pad. The team of operators that He had with him where some of the best trained in Starfleet. All of them trained and highly recommended. As the seven man team stepped onto the pad Moorehead, or as he was commonly called , Night Owl, took position in the center of the pad with his team all faceing outwards from that point.
=^=Ghost one to Bridge, waiting on a go/no go. =^=
As He waited for the reply mike turned in his spot tapping the shoulder of each and every man looking of a thumbs up or down from them. the first man was brute of a operator. standing a near on two and a third meters tall and build like a defencive lineman of a game they called football in the old days. he was callsigned "Lead" due to to his ability to feel like a piece of lad falling on you if he brought the rain down on you, well that and the amount of fire power or 'lead' he would level down range.
The Second man, "Snake" was a slinder man standing about a meter and a half tall. A weapons master, highly trained in close combat weapons systems. Somewhere in his youth he discovered that he was able to dislocate most of his joints and slip out of or though spaces that most could not.
Operator 3, commonly known as âBabalâ, was the linguist of the group. He spoke most languages and dialects than most people ever cared to think of. He was also a specialist in proticol. He was able to look, walk and talk the part in most every enviroment.
The fourth man. An old roughed up looking Marine Gunny, was known just simply as that, GUNNY. He was a lifer in the corps. He lived breathed and would die in only the fashion that was allowed and acceptable to being a Starfleet Marine, in battle protecting the citizens of the Federation. He vowed that he would die in such a way that made it an honor to have the colors of the Federation draped his casket.
Operator Five, known as âaceâ was the team sniper. A highly trained and well trusted operator, although the nature of his position and assignments meant that only a few people were alive that actually knew what he looked like. His face is always covered. To protect him as an asset to the Federation.
And last but certainly never least was âBellaâ, the only female in the unit but on of the most dangerous of the group. She was the explosives expert. If it needed to be blown open, up or just disarmed she was the one in the line of fire doing it.
With all his crew showing a thumbs up Mike checked his sidearm and nodded to the transporter chief they were ready.
TAG:\CAPTAIN. ALL
OOC: sorry had a slight writers block going on
Marine Bay- USS Agamemon
2016 hrs
Moorehead looked at his men as the orders came through from the Captain. With a nod they all secured the weapons and made way to the transporter pad. The team of operators that He had with him where some of the best trained in Starfleet. All of them trained and highly recommended. As the seven man team stepped onto the pad Moorehead, or as he was commonly called , Night Owl, took position in the center of the pad with his team all faceing outwards from that point.
=^=Ghost one to Bridge, waiting on a go/no go. =^=
As He waited for the reply mike turned in his spot tapping the shoulder of each and every man looking of a thumbs up or down from them. the first man was brute of a operator. standing a near on two and a third meters tall and build like a defencive lineman of a game they called football in the old days. he was callsigned "Lead" due to to his ability to feel like a piece of lad falling on you if he brought the rain down on you, well that and the amount of fire power or 'lead' he would level down range.
The Second man, "Snake" was a slinder man standing about a meter and a half tall. A weapons master, highly trained in close combat weapons systems. Somewhere in his youth he discovered that he was able to dislocate most of his joints and slip out of or though spaces that most could not.
Operator 3, commonly known as âBabalâ, was the linguist of the group. He spoke most languages and dialects than most people ever cared to think of. He was also a specialist in proticol. He was able to look, walk and talk the part in most every enviroment.
The fourth man. An old roughed up looking Marine Gunny, was known just simply as that, GUNNY. He was a lifer in the corps. He lived breathed and would die in only the fashion that was allowed and acceptable to being a Starfleet Marine, in battle protecting the citizens of the Federation. He vowed that he would die in such a way that made it an honor to have the colors of the Federation draped his casket.
Operator Five, known as âaceâ was the team sniper. A highly trained and well trusted operator, although the nature of his position and assignments meant that only a few people were alive that actually knew what he looked like. His face is always covered. To protect him as an asset to the Federation.
And last but certainly never least was âBellaâ, the only female in the unit but on of the most dangerous of the group. She was the explosives expert. If it needed to be blown open, up or just disarmed she was the one in the line of fire doing it.
With all his crew showing a thumbs up Mike checked his sidearm and nodded to the transporter chief they were ready.
TAG:\CAPTAIN. ALL
OOC: sorry had a slight writers block going on