SD 240408.23 XO's Duty Log, LtCmdr. Shane Guzman
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Date(s): 2004-08-23
====== Shuttle La Rochelle, On the way to the Station =====
Shane taped few buttons in front of him and looked sideways at the other
shuttle flying in a tight formation with teh La Rochelle through the front
window. Even in a tight formation, Shane could not recognize the persons
visible in the two front pilots chairs, but he was quite sure that one of
them was Keylor. Again, the sturdy marine decided to have some action and
Shane was unable to persuade him to stay on board teh ship in a relatively
safety. Shrugging slightly to himself he discarded teh thought like
something one cant change ... an axiom: {never expect a marine CO to stay in
a safe location}
Shane turned his attention to the present situation and to his crew now
mostly quietly sitting in the middle area of the shuttle. Marines and
security personel was now in the majority, so the sitting order was marine
like. Four persons on one side, four on the other sitting on the wall chairs
facing just the oposite line.
Looking at his team, Shane realised how strange some of the officers looked
like in the comabt armour suits. Cadet MaiKai for example was quite 'sunken'
in her suit ... but maybe it was her obvious 'liking' or armour suits she
must have been feeling. This was her first away team mission and Shane was
interested to see how she will master it. Rangi had her deparment in glance
and her AMO's were hand selected by her, so MaiKai was sure capable to hadle
anything that might happen on the little 'trip'.
Mike was inspecting his 'wonder box' of mechanicall tools and Shane had only
yo hope that he will do his part of the fun with disarming all torpedoes
well. To be honest ... Shane had little fear here, Mike ... even if
sometimes too eager ... was a man on the right place.
The other team's medic ... LT. Birt was leaning against the wall, his eyes
closed. As a seasoned ODA team member, Pete learned to enjoy every relaxing
moment ... later on the mission ... there will be very little of them.
The most active member on board was now the ODA Commander 2LT. Acheson. Like
a right marine, he was now inspecting every single team memeber (with one
exception ... you have 1 guess whom ... ;)))) ) and point to the little
flaws he detected. Shane was glad that this time Acheson was with them.
After all ... this were his troopers ... he was the most familiar with every
single of them.
Shane noded towards Acheson and waited till he eneded his inspection. After
several minutes everyone seemed to have his armour worn properly, rifle
safely locked and each respective quipment seemed to be 'present' and in a
working shape. Even the always unsatisfied ODA Comm seemed to be happy about
the state of the team and sat himself on his seat, next to MaiKai.
Shane noded towards the pilot and stood up from his chair. Several others
looked at him and Shane catched again the glance that asked himself {why the
hell are you wearing a RED combat armour}. He saw that looks earlier as
well, but this time they were a bit more intensive. Intensive enough to make
him asking the same question. Well, Shane was a tactical officer ... and
while a ship battle ... hidding was no option (unless in specifis
situation). The enemy's scanners already identified every ship in teh
formation and every enemy CO knew where the other Big head was ... in what
ship. The markings a command ship was wearing ... had teh function to show
every friend even in the heat of the battle WHOM to take orders from ...
Coughing sligtly to get everyone's attention, Shane started to repeat
everything Keylor said them in the shuttle bay. After repeating the team's
goals he glanced at the team and added: "Ladies and gents ... remeber the
words we have in the ship's plaque ... silence is our motto. We dont want to
encounter any alien and even when we do ... we will remain calm and silent.
The deviced LT. Quayle gave us remder us invisible to teh aliens. We need to
uses this advantage and to reveal ourselves would be a great mistake.
Weapons usage is restriced to unavoidable defence of someone's life. If i
will see someone shooting just for fun ... I'll make him shrub the ship with
his toothbrush for a month. Everyone understood?"
"Aye, aye sir" was the reply he's got.
"Commander, we are aproaching the station" said the pilot tapping his
console, "please all prepare for landing maneuver in 5 minutes".
===== End of log =====
LtCmdr. Shane Guzman
XO
USS Chimera