SD240507.16: [PL] 2Lt. Jason Scott - Assistant ODA CO

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Date(s): 2005-07-16

Sitting before the LCARS unit in his quarters, Jason took a gulp of his white coffee and mused over the information presented. The X'Chi... interesting bunch, working on a collective mind they move together and find greater intelligence in numbers - much like humans, he considered. It stated that they had a weak spot, and if you shot at it for a prolonged period - or concentrated enough firepower on that spot - that they'd go down like anything else. It wasn't the most 'polished' technique, but it worked as good as any. Scrolling down the information, it became painfully apparent that Starfleet new sod all about the species. In actuality they'd only been seen a hand full of times, and besides being a race of giant cockroaches, not much else was known about them. Not the best way to 'get to know your enemy' Jason mused. Taking a second gulp of the liquid, he leant away from the LCARS and it's multitude of non-existent information and considered the mission ahead. He'd be shooting a lot... fair enough, and running around, again... fair enough. But the leadership he was unsure about. Not that he couldn't do it, or that the men didn't seem to misplaced by being sent into a holographic battle by a near stranger. Jason just hoped that they would trust his judgment. Yes, many of them might consider him a blind man with little or no reason to be in their unit, let alone running a task force, but he hoped that wouldn't make them turn, or disobey his orders whilst out there. If they did, something could happen. Death waited for any chance, and he didn't want the Reaper coming just because some cocky bastard thought he knew better than to follow the orders of a cripple. With that thought in mind, Jason stood from the chair and finished his coffee. He needed to see a man about something. Ra'nar he recalled his name was, a Private that was in need of some Senior ODA attention. 2Lt. Jason Scott Asst ODA Commander USS Chimera ~ If you build it... --------------040201050101040808080604 Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit <!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <head> <meta content="text/html;charset=ISO-8859-1" http-equiv="Content-Type"> <title></title> </head> <body bgcolor="#ffffff" text="#000000"> <meta content="text/html;charset=ISO-8859-1" http-equiv="Content-Type"> <title></title> <small><font face="Verdana">[What Do We Know]<br> <br> Sitting before the LCARS unit in his quarters, Jason took a gulp of his white coffee and mused over the information presented. The X'Chi... interesting bunch, working on a collective mind they move together and find greater intelligence in numbers - much like humans, he considered. It stated that they had a weak spot, and if you shot at it for a prolonged period - or concentrated enough firepower on that spot - that they'd go down like anything else. It wasn't the most 'polished' technique, but it worked as good as any.<br> <br> Scrolling down the information, it became painfully apparent that Starfleet new sod all about the species. In actuality they'd only been seen a hand full of times, and besides being a race of giant cockroaches, not much else was known about them. Not the best way to 'get to know your enemy' Jason mused.<br> <br> Taking a second gulp of the liquid, he leant away from the LCARS and it's multitude of non-existent information and considered the mission ahead. He'd be shooting a lot... fair enough, and running around, again... fair enough. But the leadership he was unsure about. Not that he couldn't do it, or that the men didn't seem to misplaced by being sent into a holographic battle by a near stranger. Jason just hoped that they would trust his judgment. Yes, many of them might consider him a blind man with little or no reason to be in their unit, let alone running a task force, but he hoped that wouldn't make them turn, or disobey his orders whilst out there. If they did, something could happen. Death waited for any chance, and he didn't want the Reaper coming just because some cocky bastard thought he knew better than to follow the orders of a cripple.<br> <br> With that thought in mind, Jason stood from the chair and finished his coffee. He needed to see a man about something. Ra'nar he recalled his name was, a Private that was in need of some Senior ODA attention.<br> <br> 2Lt. Jason Scott<br> Asst ODA Commander<br> USS Chimera<br> </font><br> <font face="Verdana">~<br> If you build it...</font><br> </small> <meta content="text/html;charset=ISO-8859-1" http-equiv="Content-Type"> <title></title> <br> </body> --------------040201050101040808080604--