-=/-\=- Begin Log -=/-\=- Sergeant Johnson stood in the middle of the small marduk shuttle, his rifle pointing at the two dead Jem'Hadar laying on the floor. To his right was Anderson, he took a powerful punch straight to the face and was wiping a small drip of blood from his nose. Behind him was Fenner, fiddling with the controls of the ship. "It aint gonna work, Sarge", he said over his shoulder. "Theres just too much damage". Johnson said nothing and walked over to the rear of the ship where the three human's were tied up. "We're Starfleet, and until we can be sure that none of you pose a threat, you will remain bound". Without waiting for a response he then turned back around, "Are communications working?" he said towards Fenner. "I dont kno--", the private began to say as the voice of the Chimeras Flight control officer suddenly came over the only open channel. "I guess so", he finished with a smirk, turning up the volume. "Shuttle One, here is Petty officer Tomalak speaking" came through the channel. An image of an elderly romulan in starfleet uniform appeared on a little screen in the shuttle as the flight control officer rattled on: "We will use the tractor beam to drag to to shuttle bay one. If any of your engine systems are working, switch them off and prepare for the landing procedure. Do you copy?" "Aye", Johsnon answered, immediately stepping over to the con. "We copy" He said, nodding to Fenner who immediately shut down the engines. "OK we're good to go, pull us in". In the shuttle bay Tomalak noded to himself. He wasnt too fond about the ship's ODA force members ... to a common fleeter they were just loud wanna-be heros, but this last assigment wasnt something he would like to change with them. Beeing beamed over to damaged shuttles with armed Jem'hdar soldiers on board wasnt sure a cat-walk. He tapped his console and watch the sensor readings. Most of the tractor beam work was done from the bridge by OPS and his work will beging once the shuttle will be draged several meters in front of the shuttle bay. The main tractor beam will be then disengaged and Tomalak will engage the auxiliary tractor beam from the shuttle bay and end the landing procedure. Seeing the first Marduk shuttle in front of the shuttle bay he contacted it again. "Shuttle One, Petty officer Tomalak speaking. I'll activate the aux tractor beam in 5 second. Prepare for a possible slight shake. Three ... two ... one ... engaging!" Johnson held on to the console as the small shuttle began to shake and rattle. Anderson however wasn't paying attention to the comm chatter and wasn't prepared for the turbulance, he quickly lost his balance and stumbled to the floor. "Damnit", he muttered to himself as he managed to pull himself back up. "Till now goot" Tomalak uttered for himself. The shuttle was safe in the aux tractor beam and now on the slow way inside the shuttle bay. From teh corner of his eyes he saw security coming in. A squad of eight ODA crew – armed to their teeth ... cme inside the shuttle bay trampling like a small elephant heard. Tomalak snorted quietly as he watched his console. Three or four little red flasing lights revealed that there was a problem with the aux. Tractor beam. A big problem! In fact ... Tomalak tried to override his own previous commands three times ... the aux beam wasnt responding to any commands. To add pain to injury ... the shuttle was dragged inside the shuttle bay on a wrong angle. Tomalak made quickly some figures ... the shuttle would end in the shuttle bay's ceiling! "Shuttle One" he tapped the COMM pannel, "we have a slight problem with the tractor beam ..." "What?", Johnson was able to say before suddenly being tossed around the shuttle like a rag doll. All three marines, the two dead Jemmy's and the three civilians all flew face first into the roof of the shuttle as it suddenly became inverted. Luckily, the three marines were all wearing battle armor, including there combat helmets, so besides from a few bruises they were pretty much ok. The civilians on the other hand were not wearing any armor and were soon moaning in pain. Finally the ship came to a halt and Fenner managed to push the entrance open, revealing the Chimeras large Hangar bay. Johnson quickly stormed outside, ignoring the pain in his right arm. Noticing the Flight Control Offier he immediately walked over to him. "What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!", his voice bellowed, "You almost got us killed you stupid Prick". His face was stone cold and his fists were ready to knock the Romulan officer out. Wiping the sweat from his face, Tomalak was quite red in his face, both from the exciment and adrenalide and from relief that the shuttle was (more or less) safe in the shuttle bay. He expected the marines to protest, but the bull-like charge of the tall marine caught him off guard. "Geeez ... erm ... I am sorry sergenat" Tomalak managed to utter, "the controls for the tractor beam went crazy for a moment ..." he apologized. "I did my best to get you in ..." The Sergeant took a deep breath. "You jackasses need to learn your jobs better", he grunted, "Theres three civilians on board, hopefully still alive" he said glaring at the Romulan. Tomalak noded. He motioned to the waiting ODA squad and four marines went fastly inside the shuttle to untie the ex-prisoners. The other four gathered near Johnson. None had a raised rifle ... but all stood in the "I'am ready buddy" position. Tomalak looked a bit unconfortable as he said: "I am sorry Sergeant, but we have to confirm your identify and that you are no threat to the ship's security." "What the hell", Johnson said giving the Romulan his best pissed off face. He was really beginning to dislike these people. Quickly turning around he saw both Fenner and Anderson also being surrounded by their fellow marines. "This is bullshit", he muttered. Tomalak looked a bit nervously at the four marines next to him and then back at Johnson. "Commander's orders" He motioned a small woman in teal uniform wearing an LtJg. Rank and said: "Lieuteant Quiocho, the Sergeant is yours". Mai pulled her tricoder and started with her scans. Johnson stood still as the woman performed her scans. "This is a waste of time", he continued yapping as her tricorder kept beeping. The good doctor dindt seemed to be satisfied. She looked at the tricoder's readings and shook his head slightly. Tomalak looked from the doctor to the marines and back. The last thing he would like to experience was a firefight among their own marines. Quiocho looked up from the tricoder and adressed Johnson: "Sergeant, we have a problem ..." Johnson stood there and stared at meek and frail woman in front of him. He could lunge out and snap her neck like a twig if he wanted too. "Oh", he began to say, in a much deeper voice than he'd used before. "Whats the problem, Lieutenant". "I see you are a week due to your last medical check. Special forces protocol says that I cannot decleare you "no threat to crew's health" when I dont have a VALID check up from you." She glanced at the (far taller and by FAR more stronger) marine and said: "That means that I cannot confirm your health untill you'll spend 12 hours in an isolation cell." She motioned to the waiting marine escort and said: "Off he goes!". As two of the marines escorted the totally-taken-by-surprise sergeant she muttered under her nose: "Not bothering to come for a medical check ... I'll show you better". With that she turned away and went on to attend her duty. ===== End of log ===== <<OOC ... I hope you dont mind using your char Mai ... ;-P>> Sergeant Johnson (NPC by Cortez) ODA USS Chimera - A & PO Tomalak (NPC by Mumacik) Flight control officer USS Chimera - A