Post by xDameon Ropalski on Jan 15, 2010 0:26:25 GMT -8
It began rather inauspiciously, really.
A black hovercar arrived. Sleek, black, windows tinted ebon.
From it stepped a rather well-dressed man. Black suit, white shirt, black tie, and shining black shoes. In his left hand, at his side, an attache case. The first odd thing, however, was the Starfleet canvas bag slung over his shoulder, obviously worn from much use.
He savored the momentary quiet, slowly inspecting the graceful curves of the Nike's massive hull, eyes taking in everything from viewports, to the slight color-warping of painted-over scorches.
Finally, the silence was broken; Rather abruptly, at that.
Six heavily armored Starfleet Security APCs thrummed into the plaza, each discharging two dozen heavily-armed and -armored Security officers, from unslung rifles, to full-face masks.
One of them, bearing a Sergeant's insignia, stepped to his side, murmuring to him. After a long, pensive moment, Dameon nodded.
And the invasion began.
Security officers flooded the designated hallways and lift tubes connecting the main entrance to Cargo Bay One, bodily blocking every intersection of every passage along the way, and thoroughly securing every lift passage.
Eight Bulk Lifters motored in shortly behind, two diverting to the Fighter bays, and the other six to the Cargo ports.
Two Bulk Lifters and four buses approached the Fighter Bays, two offloading twelve new crews, two taking on the twelve old crews. Two fighters were removed, and replaced with massive, sealed crates, thirty meters long, ten tall, and ten wide. The crates locked into place with a heavy, magnetic hiss.
Six Bulk Lifters arrayed themselves alongside the ship, the Cargo Transporter quickly taking on their load of crates, one by one.
Assessing the progress of the transfer, Dameon nodded once more to the Sergeant.
The pair moved quickly down the boarding ramp, the Sergeant talking, Dameon nodding. Two Security officers moved ahead, two behind.
Ten minutes later, the pair stood at the door of the Cargo bay. Dameon turned, and nodded slightly, smiling.
"Well, Garron... It's been a long road. Take care."
Sergeant Garron Welles grinned back, the right side of his face drooping; The only scar of a near-miss from an energy weapon. Dameon had saved his life that day. He saluted sharply, "Safe travels, Dameon."
Dameon turned to the Cargo Bay Door, and stepped through, pausing midway, to glance back, "And, ah... Tell the Marine CO and Captain to come down. Need to brief them, and all." He nodded slightly, and stepped inside.
68 Degrees Fahrenheit, he noted with a smile. Cool, crisp air. Very low humidity. Perfectly controlled. Almost two dozen crates, deliberately scattered around the wide hangar.
He turned his gaze to the cheap, folding table, and folding chairs around it; Two on one side, one on the other, set next to a small stand-alone replicator. He replicated himself a cup of coffee, and reclined in the single chair, contemplating the ceiling far above.
Tag: Colonel J Richards, Captain Lara Rell
A black hovercar arrived. Sleek, black, windows tinted ebon.
From it stepped a rather well-dressed man. Black suit, white shirt, black tie, and shining black shoes. In his left hand, at his side, an attache case. The first odd thing, however, was the Starfleet canvas bag slung over his shoulder, obviously worn from much use.
He savored the momentary quiet, slowly inspecting the graceful curves of the Nike's massive hull, eyes taking in everything from viewports, to the slight color-warping of painted-over scorches.
Finally, the silence was broken; Rather abruptly, at that.
Six heavily armored Starfleet Security APCs thrummed into the plaza, each discharging two dozen heavily-armed and -armored Security officers, from unslung rifles, to full-face masks.
One of them, bearing a Sergeant's insignia, stepped to his side, murmuring to him. After a long, pensive moment, Dameon nodded.
And the invasion began.
Security officers flooded the designated hallways and lift tubes connecting the main entrance to Cargo Bay One, bodily blocking every intersection of every passage along the way, and thoroughly securing every lift passage.
Eight Bulk Lifters motored in shortly behind, two diverting to the Fighter bays, and the other six to the Cargo ports.
Two Bulk Lifters and four buses approached the Fighter Bays, two offloading twelve new crews, two taking on the twelve old crews. Two fighters were removed, and replaced with massive, sealed crates, thirty meters long, ten tall, and ten wide. The crates locked into place with a heavy, magnetic hiss.
Six Bulk Lifters arrayed themselves alongside the ship, the Cargo Transporter quickly taking on their load of crates, one by one.
Assessing the progress of the transfer, Dameon nodded once more to the Sergeant.
The pair moved quickly down the boarding ramp, the Sergeant talking, Dameon nodding. Two Security officers moved ahead, two behind.
Ten minutes later, the pair stood at the door of the Cargo bay. Dameon turned, and nodded slightly, smiling.
"Well, Garron... It's been a long road. Take care."
Sergeant Garron Welles grinned back, the right side of his face drooping; The only scar of a near-miss from an energy weapon. Dameon had saved his life that day. He saluted sharply, "Safe travels, Dameon."
Dameon turned to the Cargo Bay Door, and stepped through, pausing midway, to glance back, "And, ah... Tell the Marine CO and Captain to come down. Need to brief them, and all." He nodded slightly, and stepped inside.
68 Degrees Fahrenheit, he noted with a smile. Cool, crisp air. Very low humidity. Perfectly controlled. Almost two dozen crates, deliberately scattered around the wide hangar.
He turned his gaze to the cheap, folding table, and folding chairs around it; Two on one side, one on the other, set next to a small stand-alone replicator. He replicated himself a cup of coffee, and reclined in the single chair, contemplating the ceiling far above.
Tag: Colonel J Richards, Captain Lara Rell
