-=/-\=- USS Chimera - ODA Barracks -=/-\=- Richard finished lacing up his boot and glanced at the chronometer on the wall. It read 03:58 in bright red digital numbers. Standing up he quickly tucked in his shirt and closed his locker. Stepping outside of his room he saw Major Walsh standing outside of his office with his arms crossed. Giving the Major a nod Richard walked over to the wall and pressed the button that sounded the alarm. Looking back at the wall he waited for it to turn to 04:00 exactly and pressed the button activating the siren. It was actually pretty loud and startled even Richard, who was expecting it. Strolling down the corridor Richard started yelling. "Time to wake up people!", he screamed as half naked members of the ships ODA compliment started peaking there heads outside of the rooms. "You have exactly 20 minutes to get to the holodeck on deck ten", he said strolling past a set of sleepy eyes that belonged to a fresh recruit who had just been assigned to the ship a few days before. "The uniform consists of your summer BDU's, anyone who is late, or in the wrong uniform will regret it", he said stopping and looking back towards Walsh. "So please, be late", he finished with a slight smile and walked back towards the Major. "How was that", Cortez said under his breath stopping next to his CO. Jacks face remained a picture of seriousness. Cortez certainly had the mean steak that any marine officer in command should have, of course it wasn't as fine tuned as his, but that would come with time. "I hope Watkins is late, hes looking a little fat." Jack said. Richard grinned and the two made there way out of the ODA Barracks and towards the holodeck. Jack was gearing up and checking his rifle. The men around him were doing likewise and Cortez marched down towards the bulk of the men. It was his show, Cortez had written and planned this training exercise, Jack was merely a participator in the scheme of things. He wanted to observe the lads going through their paces. The scene consisted of a large war torn battlefield, complete with craters, trenches, trees and a small enemy base about half a mile down the range. The weather was overcast with a slight drizzle and light fog, it was, for all intensive purposes supposed to be early morning, just after sunrise. Jack stood in front of the men and kept his hands behind his back, nodding to Lieutenant Cortez to call the men to order so that the exercise may begin. Richard saw the Majors nod and faced the formation, "Attention!", he bellowed and watched as the group straightened up. "As you may have guessed, we're having a field exercise today", Richard began, "Beyond that tree line is an enemy outpost", he said pointing to to the trees. "Your job is to assault the outpost and capture it". "The base is being defended by non ODA personnel, in other words a group of officers and crewmen from the ship who volunteered to help us train. They have superior firepower, an almost perfect defensive position and they know were coming", he said scanning the faces in the formation, which included some of the crew from the Monitor. "To make this even more interesting", Richard continued, "You're all going to be issued non federation weapons, Romulan and Klingon Disruptors." Turning back to look at Walsh he waited to see if he had anything to say. Jack smiled at Richards inherent cruelness, most of the men would be unfamiliar with the non federation weapons, although its easy enough to pick up a weapon and fire it, its another thing to pick it up and be skilled in it to the level that Special Forces missions demand. Not saying anything he paced forward slowly strolling in front of the line up. Moving down the line slowly he slapped Perkins boot with the butt of his phaser rifle. "Those boots are not polished up to spec are they Private Perkins!" Jack barked. No reply. "PERKINS!" Jack roared. "Sir, NO SIR" Came the reply. "Cortez, take note. Directly after today's training exercise, Private Perkins is to run 40 laps of deck 12, third gravity. 40lbs weight." "Sir", Richard answered, "40 laps, 40 pounds". Moving a little further down Jack found himself at Petty Officer Lynch. He saw the man staring straight into space as any marine would in a line up, leaning into the mans ear he whispered. "Do you have it yet?" "Soon, Major." Lynch muttered. "Well then, in that case. Ship these Apes out Lieutenant!" he turned around to Cortez. Richard nodded, "Jones, take Gold team down the middle, draw there fire. Lynch, Blue team, right flank, dynamic and swift. Pateli, Red team, left flank see how close you can get without giving away your position.". Pausing for a second he continued, "I wanna see teamwork out there people, anyone who plays Rambo will be joining Perkins for his evening jog. OK, move out!". Richard finished and watched as the three teams grabbed their weapons and started to move out. It only then occured to him that most of the team propably didn't even know who Rambo was. "eh, there loss". -=/-\=- End Log -=/-\=- (OOC, Any non-oda personnel that wanna log for the defense, please do so. That is unless your character has already conceded defeat, not really having any chance against the elite ODA. anyways ;-) ) Major Jack Walsh ODA Commanding Officer USS Chimera - A Second Lieutenant Richard Cortez ODA Assistant Commander USS Chimera - A