SD240507.25: [PL] 2Lt. Jason Scott - Assistant ODA CO
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Date(s): 2005-07-25
Orders to ready up for the away team had come through the grapevine, and
Jason was hot on making sure he and his team weren't dragging behind.
Standing before the small desk in his quarters, he fastened the final
clips of his flak jacket and grabbed his helmet. Leaving the room, he
turned and angled directly for the main shuttle bay.
==Bay==
With the helmet held in the crook of his arm and a phaser carbine held
in his left hand, Jason entered the main shuttle bay and made straight
towards his team. Raising his gaze, he looked across them all and
nodded. Saluting the marines, he stood firm before them. In all four men
faced him at attention; Lynch, Arnez, B'tan and Chin
Jason lowered his hand,. "No pissing about. We go in, get to the core
and secure it; i don't want anybody playing funny. You've all been on
assignments before, you've all fired your weapons and spent your ammo.
Just remember this time, the enemy isn't stopping until you've finished
firing... there not stopping at all."
"At ease." He spoke again, glancing across to the shuttle. "Get in the
shuttle and get ready. When those doors open again, bugs the size of
klingons are going to try and nibble on your ass. Well go on!" With
that, Jason shut up and stared towards the shuttle himself.
Waiting outside for a few seconds, he boarded the shuttle and passed
between the readying men. All suited up and ready to go, they looked
like text book marines - bar the tobacco and crew cuts.
"Red team to Chimera. We're green for go." Jason called, taking his seat
in the co-pilot chair.
2Lt. Jason Scott
Asst ODA Commander
USS Chimera
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Orders to ready up for the away team had come through the grapevine,
and Jason was hot on making sure he and his team weren't dragging
behind. Standing before the small desk in his quarters, he fastened the
final clips of his flak jacket and grabbed his helmet. Leaving the
room, he turned and angled directly for the main shuttle bay.<br>
<br>
==Bay==<br>
<br>
With the helmet held in the crook of his arm and a phaser carbine held
in his left hand, Jason entered the main shuttle bay and made straight
towards his team. Raising his gaze, he looked across them all and
nodded. Saluting the marines, he stood firm before them. In all four
men faced him at attention; Lynch, Arnez, B'tan and Chin<br>
<br>
Jason lowered his hand,. "No pissing about. We go in, get to the core
and secure it; i don't want anybody playing funny. You've all been on
assignments before, you've all fired your weapons and spent your ammo.
Just remember this time, the enemy isn't stopping until you've finished
firing... there not stopping at all."<br>
<br>
"At ease." He spoke again, glancing across to the shuttle. "Get in the
shuttle and get ready. When those doors open again, bugs the size of
klingons are going to try and nibble on your ass. Well go on!" With
that, Jason shut up and stared towards the shuttle himself. <br>
<br>
Waiting outside for a few seconds, he boarded the shuttle and passed
between the readying men. All suited up and ready to go, they looked
like text book marines - bar the tobacco and crew cuts.<br>
<br>
"Red team to Chimera. We're green for go." Jason called, taking his
seat in the co-pilot chair.<br>
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Asst ODA Commander<br>
USS Chimera</font></small><small><font face="Verdana"><br>
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