==/-\== USS Chimera - Mess Hall ==/-\== Richard stood at the replicator and ordered a ham and cheese sandwich. The mess hall was extremely busy, mostly with engineers. Cortez had heard the rumours about the Chimera being fitted with some new technology, but never really cared enough to find out if the rumours were true. That sort of stuff was boring and even if he felt the urge to sit down and talk to an engineer about what was going on, he wouldn't have understood a single word of it. He had just spent the last few hours retaking an inventory of the ODA armoury. The ODA's new engineering specialist had been busy supervising the modification of the teams equipment, and even though he spent most of the time muttering to himself in a funny accent, he still managed to finish the modifications rather quickly. Richard still had some reservations about him though, even though he was SF and ODA, most of the Engineering specialists he'd worked with in the past were girly men who were only placed on the team because they knew how to fix shit. He hoped Specialist Lynch wasn't like that. As Richard grabbed his meal from the replicator he turned around to look for a place to sit, spotting an empty table he began walking towards it. Being a Marine he was used to getting mean glances and rolled eyes from starfleet officers, but today he seemed to be getting a little more attitude than usal. "They're just jealous of the uniform", Richard said to himself, as he sat down. He barely had time to take a sip from his water when the voice of General Keylor interrupted his lunch. "Bretam to Lance Corporal Cortez." Cortez Replied, "Cortez here sir? How can I help you?" "Corporal. Go to Major Walsh's quarters. Search it form top to bottom. Find and confiscate any alcohol or illicit contraband. Remove Pads, game, any form of entertainment Strip the room down to personal items and necessities. " Cortez replied, "Aye sir. Cortez out." "So much for lunch", Richard muttered to himself then quickly gulped down the rest of his water. He was so used to just following orders without really giving them much thought, that It wasn't till he was halfway out of the mess hall till they actually sunk in. He was being ordered to perform a search on Major Walsh's quarters. "Has the General gone mad", Richard said to himself as he dropped his lunch into the trash bin. "This can't be good". ==/-\== End Log ==/-\== Lance Corporal Richard Cortez ODA Weapons Specialist USS Chimera