Post by First Lieutenant Yadira on May 6, 2010 21:34:37 GMT -8
//Yadira, I'd like for you to meet me in Cargo One. I'll be there shortly.//
She looked up from her terminal and rolled her eyes. If he had even bothered to check he would have known she was already here. She had been here since they had arrived at their destination.
Yadira took her job seriously and she and her team had been in the cargo bay checking out all the equipment just in case it would be needed on the planet below.
She made this same check every week. Her people knew this equipment like the back of their hands. She drilled them all the time.
Yesterday she'd taken them into the holodeck and had them disassemble and reassemble their phaser rifles in zero G, because no matter how far they went or what planet they landed on every Marine was first and foremost a rifleman. Any other billets they happened to fulfill were simply additional duty.
She'd hovered off the bulkhead keeping station as she watched them. Hands flew as the Marines snatched pieces out of the air, each movement precise, smooth, and almost machinelike in its control. They were reassembling their rifles, and the number of floating stray parts steadily dwindled.
One Marine, Sergeant Ostrowsky, completed the drill and brought her assembled rifle to port arms with a sharp slap as her hand smacked the stock. Two more finished up -- slap - slap! and instant later, and then all of the Marines were bringing their rifles up to signal completion in a raged chorus of skin on plastic. It was a remarkable demonstration, but she wasn't satisfied and made them do it again.
But now? Now she waited for their R&D specialist to wreak new havoc on their time honored traditions by bringing them new toys.
Tag Dameon
She looked up from her terminal and rolled her eyes. If he had even bothered to check he would have known she was already here. She had been here since they had arrived at their destination.
Yadira took her job seriously and she and her team had been in the cargo bay checking out all the equipment just in case it would be needed on the planet below.
She made this same check every week. Her people knew this equipment like the back of their hands. She drilled them all the time.
Yesterday she'd taken them into the holodeck and had them disassemble and reassemble their phaser rifles in zero G, because no matter how far they went or what planet they landed on every Marine was first and foremost a rifleman. Any other billets they happened to fulfill were simply additional duty.
She'd hovered off the bulkhead keeping station as she watched them. Hands flew as the Marines snatched pieces out of the air, each movement precise, smooth, and almost machinelike in its control. They were reassembling their rifles, and the number of floating stray parts steadily dwindled.
One Marine, Sergeant Ostrowsky, completed the drill and brought her assembled rifle to port arms with a sharp slap as her hand smacked the stock. Two more finished up -- slap - slap! and instant later, and then all of the Marines were bringing their rifles up to signal completion in a raged chorus of skin on plastic. It was a remarkable demonstration, but she wasn't satisfied and made them do it again.
But now? Now she waited for their R&D specialist to wreak new havoc on their time honored traditions by bringing them new toys.
Tag Dameon