****** Mess Hall, Deck Two ****** With most of the ship being repaired the mess hall was the only place where a mass meeting could be held without getting in the way of engineers. Of course it had been damaged but in contrast to warp being off-line and shields being so weak, a few broken tables and temperamental replicators had taken a backseat. Because of this most of the ODA excluding the engineering spec’s, the injured and Captain Walsh who was preparing for a meeting were in the Mess Hall waiting to hear what their Assistant Commander had to say. Michael was standing on a table in front of the ODA, who all had their full kit with them including weapons and body armour. They looked like the spare head of a Starfleet invasion force, as mean as hell. Michael looked around, most had their weapons held in both hands and pointed at the floor for safety reasons. They also had the Armour clearly visible under the straps of other equipment, most had photon grenades here instead on scanning equipment. “Right, We have taken a bloody good kicking over the last few hours.” Michael paused to have a brief look around and then continued in a firmer, louder voice, “But very soon some is going to feel the wrath of the Starfleet Special Forces and more importantly the ODA.” As Michael looked around again, he saw many nodding their heads up and down in agreement and. “Before well hand out some punishment, we’re going to work out a little bit of an appetite, just something a little basic…” Michael saw smiles on the face of the troops, “deck Two to Seven through the Jefferies and corridors, with gravity at one point three.” Some of the more inexperienced members lost their smiles but most grinned even harder, they were clearly battle hardened. Michael knelt down and through his MK Three over his shoulder before stepping down. He walked over to the door followed by the ODA, “Come on then, let’s show everybody that this isn’t a country club but one hell of a unit.” A small amount of cheers followed as Michael jogged out the mess hall follow by the ODA members. ****** Twenty Minutes later, Deck Four ****** So far they had moved very quickly through the ship, which was not surprising now that everybody know the Jefferies tubes like the back of their hands. Michaels uniform was now covered in sweet along with every body else’s, although as they were as hard as nails the Jefferies tubes were incredibly hot when in full battle uniform along with kit and the Gravity was making them feel like they had lead in their boots. Every step seemed to be a little harder, but the steady jogging pace continued. Michael paced another bend attracting glares from a number of passing staff that walked past what must have seemed like a convoy of Marines and Starfleet personal came thundering round the bends with Hawk like concentration and tiger like focus. Michael saw the next Assess point to the Tube that would take them down to the next level, a big clime with the gravity settings that were programmed the change as their com badges entered each section. Michael grabbed the hatch and opened it, he left it open for the next man but only for him knowing that he would do the same for the next and so on until they were all in. Michael certainly did not want to loose his spot at the front of the unit. {An officer should always lead from the front.} ****** End Log ****** _________________________________________________________________ Want to block unwanted pop-ups? Download the free MSN Toolbar now! http://toolbar.msn.co.uk/