==/-\== USS Gott - Main Engineering ==/-\== Cortez nodded to the marine who opened the door into engineering and allowed him and Tremain to pass. Stepping over to the far corner where the two women were still hunched over the consoles he placed the food he had found next to them. "No need to wake them", he thought to himself as he quietly stepped away. Stepping back and taking in the situation he began counting the people in the room. There was Anderson and Lynch, who were busy with repairs. The two women were resting over by the makeshift hospital that Ranar had set up where two wounded marines Including Major Walsh) were laying on the ground with Private Wildeve careing for them. And four more marines including Tremain, standing by the main entrance. Cortez pulled off his combat helmet and ran his fingers through his sweat filled hair. Taking a deep breath he glanced down into his helmet and noticed the picture of Miss. Universe still clipped to the inside brim. Suddenly Lt. Scotts voice came over the comm. "Scott to engineering." "Cortez here, go ahead." "Deck seven is clear for food searches, but keep your rifles up just in case." "Understood, Cortez out." he said flipping off his communicator. "Tremain", he then called out and watched as the marine turned and walked towards him. "Whats up Rich," he said as he stepped within a few feet of the corporal. "LT's cleared deck seven, take Valdez and see what supplies you can find, be back in 30 minutes", Cortez ordered as he shifted his helmet to his fingertips. Tremain nodded his head and sighed, "Allright", and then turned to walk away. "And don't be pulling any of that stupid shit, I want you both back in one peice," Cortez said loudly as Tremain turned. Glancing back at the Corporal, Tremain smiled, "Hey, you know me. By the Books all the time". He chuckled and then walked off back towards the small group of marines hanging by the door. After a quick conversation with Valdez they both grabbed there gear, checked there weapons and then headed out the door. Cortez placed his helmet back on his skull and let the chin strap hang loose. He would have rather gone himself, but his orders were to stay and hold down engineering. This was propably the most vital part of the ship, if the bugs were able to somehow retake it, it would prove disastrous for the mission. He gave a nod to the two remaining heavily armed marines standing guard by the door and watched as they reciprocated the gesture. Resting his rifle on his shoulder he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. Wincing in pain he pulled his arm back down, he had forgotten that a 10 foot bug had sliced it open earlier, eyeing his bandaged arm he realized that it was literally soaked with blood. Turning around he began walking towards the makeshift hospital. "Might as well get a proper field dressing", he thought to himself. ==/-\== End log ==/-\== Corporal Richard Cortez ODA Weapons Specialist (AKA babysitter while Scott gets to kill all the bugs :) ) USS Chimera