-= Chimera =- He made his way to the armory. It was not a week on the ship that he was to run into Jem'hadar soldier, who where 're-habilitated' If that was ever possible. He was well aware that he was a medical officer now, but since they where allowed to wear sidearms in sickbay, he was going to be packing for the away team. Besides, Jem'Hadars did not respect any threaty of non agression against medical personel, and Okrin coul be confused as a scientist. So he would be ready for any fight, hypocratic oath be dammed, he would shoot second and end the fight, if it came to it. A few minutes later, he came out of the locker room, looking like a starfleet SSf soldier, wearing black with a medical kit which was just about a portable surgical ward and research lab, all in one neat packaging, stapped to his back. He had a hypo and three canisters for immediate action with wounded strapped to his thigh where most carried a side-arm, and a load-bearing vest with light stun protection and ammo and the nescessities of combat life. A compartment of his medical kit was devoted to his survival gear which he was all too familiar on how to effectively use it. Old habits died hard in this life. He looked like a warrior to kill, yet he was suppose to be this gentle doctor. He walked to the transporter room, where the team was assembling with a type 3b in his right hand. As he made his way towards the RV point, he wondered if anyone at SF Medical would be mad at him for carrying so much firepower, even if it was not his job. He smiled, if that happened he would present the board with a fully healthy Jem'hadar, bet on kill everyone, they would probably change their minds pretty fast... -= Transporter room =- He walked in, and stood on the pad waiting for the beam out. He checked his gear. PADD. Tricorder. Med kit. Survival gear. Tubby the bear. Weapon. Ammo. Kabar knife. Hat, which he always got two. Combat scarf. Good thing he was in shape for all that kit would hinder movement to a normal civvie. With the teal color bar across his chest and biceps, he could be recognized as medical, but still, he would prefer all black. They received the briefing from rangi, when she arrived in the transporter room. He turned to see who he knew in the team, besides Rangi, and he quickly gathered that he knew nobody. He was even more glad that he brought his own fire support. He never trusted anyone he had not gone into battle prior. He knew this would change after the mission. He swallowed. "All kids." He thought. "Maybe except that Engineering Specialist." He mused alone in his head. Nobody anwered...yet. "I hope the weather's ok." He said. "I don't feel like having a shittier day than it already is." He spoke outloud, to anyone who would hear him. A few moments later, the entire team beamed out to the planet's surface. As soon as the team rematerialized, Okrin readied his weapon and scanned the woods with the tip of his weapon, looking through the weapon's iron sights. He still had it, he thought. "Summers to Chimera..Transport complete..we're heading to our objective." Rangi called back to the ship. "Welcome to the Risa, We're sorry, but our weather control system is malfunctioned at the moment, but we hope you'll enjoy your stay..." Okrin heard the other Bajoran of the team mutter in his own world. He made him chuckle. He was so right. Nejor looked up, and he was the clouds formed up above them. He did not expect too much rain, just a cloud cover, he thought. Two guys of the ODA team moved ahead to do some recon. His part of the team, waited, protecting all angles of approach, Rangi stuck in the middle of the protective ring. "It's not so bad." He said about the weather. Of course, as he spoke, the sky replied with a deafening clap of thunder. Then the downpour started in a matter of seconds. What was worst? Dressed in his shower, or this, he wondered looking up as if he was searching for the showerhead. Then his eyes stopped on the shape of Rangi, who was just crouching there, unprotected from the element. "Here, take this." He said, placing his black baseball cap on her head, as if she was a kid receiving it from a star player. She reached up to touch it, a little surprised. "Thankyou." She smiled at the chivalrous gesture, took the cap off and replaced it, tucking as much hair underneath as possible. "What about you?" She turned to see him answer, but he was already wearing his second ball cap... Ens Nejor Okrin Assistant Medical Officer USS Chimera (SSF) _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself instantly with MSN Messenger! Download today - it's FREE! http://messenger.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200471ave/direct/01/