==/-\== ODA Area ==/-\== Cortez was in his room getting some much needed shuteye. The last few days had been hectic trying to get the bugzapper built and tested. He and Lynch had managed to put together three of them, making one available for each team. Whether they chose to use them or not was really up to the individual team. Cortez himself wasn't really sure how well they'd hold up in an actual combat situation, but you never know. The entire ODA had been taking it easy lately. Walsh had ordered everyone to get extra sleep in preparation for the away mission. . Moral was extremely high, but tension rose as the team patiently waited for orders that would unleash the them on the Xchi. The orders came through the usual way. Some half naked ODA lunatic marine came running down the hallway screaming something about finding the Gott. Waking up from his sleep and then peering out of his room Cortez saw the marine wearing nothing but a gas mask, a pair of thong underwear, two socks and a rifle. "That's elite for ya'", he laughed to himself and stepped back into his room. Seconds later the comm system came online ordering all ODA personnel to report to the Shuttle Bay. Cortez immediately began strapping on his gear. In his combat belt he placed extra ammo for his rifle, a small tricorder, a small flask of whiskey and a deck of cards featuring nude women on the backs. Grabbing his helmet he flipped it over to make sure the picture of the latest Ms. Universe was still taped to the inside. Content that it was he placed it on his head. Grabbing his Ka-Bar Combat Knife he strapped it to the outside of his right boot. He then strapped his IIIb Phaser Rifle to his back and tossed his combat belt over his shoulder. After taking a look in the mirror and spending a few more minutes trying to make his best war face he picked up the "bugzapper" and headed towards the shuttle bay. As he walked into the shuttle bay he noticed Lieutenant Scott was already preparing for the mission. "Ready to go blow some shit up Lieutenant", Cortez said with a smile and then made his way towards one of the shuttles. Cortez had been here before, he knew the team could be mustered for hours or days before actually being sent on the mission. Dropping his belt onto the ground and leaning his rifle up against the shuttle he then nonchalantly layed down on the cold hard bay floor. Placing his helmet over his face covering his eyes he took a deep breath, "Now where was I", he said as he drifted back off to sleep with the bugzapper cradled in his arms. ==/-\== End Log ==/-\== Lance Corporal Richard Cortez ODA Weapons Specialist USS Chimera