== /\ Shuttle Craft /\ ======= Jack pulled his glove on tight and holstered his pistol by his hip. Strapping the rifle over his shoulder he scratched his face and marched up the ramp of the shuttle. Cortez and Ra'nar were already aboard the shuttle with the various other members of the ODA which were taking a ride on the cruise ship Walsh. His hand was clenched tight and as he came to a stop in the cockpit Private Ra'nar and Lance Corporal Cortez stood fast saluting the Major. Jack eyed them quickly as he waved for generic ODA member #2 to close the shuttle hatch. "Lads, I'll make this quick. You're both doing a fine job, Yada, Yada, Yada, The General and I agree you're fine members of the unit, therefore I hereby promote Lance Corporal Cortez to the rank of Corporal and Private Ra'nar to the rank of Private First Class." he extended his hand with their new rank collars in. "Take em boys." Jack said as they both picked out their new ranks. "Thank you sir!" they replied in unison. "Gear up and ship out, Cortez, take the Co-Pilot seat and lets get us some grass hopper ass." Jack barked as he moved down towards the cockpit to finish up the pre-flight checks. Once operations had given them the go ahead Jack took the shuttle out, and began to make way towards the Gott at full impulse. "Whoo boys, feel the breeze in your hair" Jack chuckled as he stormed off out of the hangar deck. The newly promoted ODA members didn't seem too thrilled at Jacks approach to start of the mission, but that was soon interrupted when the co-pilot console started to bleep and Jack chuckled wondering what it could be. "Sir, Lieutenant Scotts shuttle is having difficulties to his warp nacelle." Cortez spoke up. "That blind bastard can't see where he's flying" Jack muttered. "I knew I shouldn't have cleared him for duty" he said as he cleared the final mission marker for the Gotts approach vector. "Sir, Lieutenant Scotts shuttle has...crashed in the shuttle bay..." Cortez said, his voice not without a small hint of amusement. "Brilliant" Jack sighed. "Ok, taking us to 234 Mark 84. We'll have to get aboard via docking deck 3 port side." Walsh ordered. "Plans change." he leant back a bit in the chair, his hands moving rapidly over the helm controls. The shuttles docking wasn't as adventurous as others but perhaps that was a reflection on Jacks ability to do his job, who could say. Taking a deep breath he stood and made his way to the centre of the shuttle. "Ok Lads, lets do what we're trained to do." He said as he pulled his rifle off his back into his hands and slung the ordinance satchel onto his back. Tapping a few controls he opened the airlock and took a deep breath as the doors opened. "Walsh to away teams, Team 3 has breached the perimeter at 16:42." he said motioning for the guys to follow out. "And remember, if you mess up I'll be there to make sure that you don't have a good Christmas." he closed the channel and moved out into the corridor. The atmosphere smelt a bit odd and the air was definitely stale. "Oxygen masks if you need em girls" Jack chuckled as he gulped some of the filthy air down. "Cortez, take point, Jacobs bring up the rear...and Ra'nar...don't get shot." He clenched his rifle tightly. Cardys. "According to the schematics supplied by Lieutenant Foster Main Engineering is 4 decks down...that way." Ra'nar said with the Tricorder. "Ah brilliant." Jack smirked. "Brisk little str...." he was cut off by the sound of what can only be a bit of a scatting gallop. A screechy whine could be heard as Jack turned quickly squeezing off a shot into the main abdomen of a lone X'Chi, the second shot into one of its legs and the final two shots into its head. It was down. "Yeah boys!" Jack smirked. "First Blood!" he said moving closer towards the body, he leant in, when suddenly an arm smacked Walsh square in the face sending him flying to the floor on his back. Cortez moved in and unleashed well, pure fire onto the X'chi. "Cool." Jack smirked from the floor. ==== Major Jack Walsh ODA Commander USS Chimera, SSF