<<Just a little something to put me back on the map>> =/\= Starbase Kinsi =/\= Finally, some information! Andy sat at the small desk in his cramped temporary quarters, and opened the communique from Starfleet Intelligence, presumeably giving him his orders for his new assignment. He tapped the screen and read ... USS Chimera. Intrepid class starship, refitted for Starfleet Specia Forces use. Commanded by a Colonel Bretam Keylor. He continued to scan through the document, and came to what his own assignment was to be. He scrolled down a bit, and the line jumped out at him -- Assignment: ODA Operations. Andy frowned. ODA? What was that? He continued to look through the missive. Operational Detatchment Alpha. Andy's eyes all but bugged. He was on a Special Forces Strike Team?!? Holy crap! What the hell was Starfleet Intelligence thinking?! Andy's hands began to go a bit numb, and his forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't possibly be on a special forces team. Why would he? He had not training outside of regular science and operations ... he was support staff. He was just a regular -- Andy stopped up short. He wasn't just a regular anything. One of his worst nightmares was beginning to take shape ... he'd worked hard over the last three years to forget ... to play down the fact that he wasn't his original self. To ignore the fact that he was a clone ... and not even that ... a hybrid. And now some yahoo in Intelligence must've come across his medical records when he was in Sick Bay on Starbase 369, and decided "Oh ... this lad can absorb energy! Well! Put him in a special forces unit!" Gods! He wasn't a soldier. He didn't want action and excitement ... that's what all the people that he'd talked to who wanted to go into SSF kept blathering on and on about. Andy shook his head, bewildered. He had no training ... as far as he was concerned was completely unqualified for this position. He skimmed through the document again. Commanding officer, Col. Bretam Keylor. Well, maybe the colonel might be convinced to see a little bit of reason, and agree to be retransferred. Back to the Archer, maybe? Andy didn't know, and didn't particularly care. All he knew was that he wasn't about to volunteer to have a target painted on his chest and be phaser-bait for a bunch of hyper-testosteroned grunts. <<OOC: Off to a cheerful start, apparently. Fear not, I'm not up for hatin' you all. See ya soon!>> Lt. Andersen Foster OPS Officer (ODA?!?) USS Chimera _________________________________________________________________ FREE pop-up blocking with the new MSN Toolbar – get it now! http://toolbar.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200415ave/direct/01/