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The Start of Peace – Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks
by Lieutenant Orion House of K'tar
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She showed up exactly 5 minutes after the call outside Holodeck 1 with the rest of her survival gear in a backback. Sergeant Roberts and his squad were dropping several duffle bags in a neat row in the corridor outside. Phaser Rifles leaned against the wall behind them. Several were already changing into fatigues.
"What's the story, L.T.?" He asked, standing at ease.
"Classified - for the moment. There's a lady with three pips on her collar coming down in a minute or so, who's selected me for an important OP. We've got little time for practice, intelligence assesment, barely for a run-through. You guys..." She indicated Roberts' 8-man Rifle Squad - "...are going to help with what little time we got for Patrol and MOUT training."
"Uh..." Was all he could say, glancing to the rest of the Rescue Team walking up.
"Commander." Elisa addressed her.
“Lieutenant,” she acknowledged with a nod of her head and looked around to make sure Orion and Syvek were there, too. “I see we have company,” she questioned.
As Orion walked up, he could see the marines and Lt. Kurowsa stop for a moment and stare at the rather large Klingon strapped with weapons and gear. “Lt” he acknowledged Kuroswa with a nod.
"This Marine and his Squad have 'graciously volenteered' ..." Groans of mock despair came from the Marines as they grabbed their weapons and checked them. She pretended she didn't hear it. "...their time to give us a crash course in how to approach a secure compound, clear it, and extract people from it, straight from the Marine Infantry manual."
A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. It had been a while, but Mac felt more than certain she could keep up with a group of young Marines. After all, she’d been part of a Hostage Extraction and Antiterrorist Tactics (HEAT) team in SpecOps, which was why Fallon wanted her as Team leader and advisor. Daily training, especially weapons training, was more than just a requirement, it meant your life. At least eight was preferable in a team like this, but more might hurt, and Merak wanted her to keep it small.
“Very well, the planet is closer, but we’re not, people. Inside,” Mac ordered.
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"Let's see what we can do first..." She led the way into the Holodeck.
Easier said than done... Round One was short when the Team didn't even get to the Compound having been spotted by a Patrol. Roberts and his squad took the time to show what went wrong and where, especialy pointers in how to avoid being heard or seen, and the differences betwen 'Cover' and 'Concealment'. Round Two was aborted after one of the Team shot a Hostage by mistake. Then came Round Three. A door opened in front of the Team as someone sang out 'I hope you’re not naked!' before nearly getting shot and having three Phaser Rifles shoved in his face.
Though it hadn’t been long since Orion had been in a battle, considering his workout routine frequently involved him fighting, this was quite different, he wasn’t use to sneaking and hiding so much. “Maybe I should train with Mac, and get a better feel on stealth tactics?” He thought to himself.
"Sorry," apologised Syvek, putting up the rifle. It was not exactly the first time he had used that word during this exercise. The most embarrasing incident was when he had shot one of the Romulans he was supposed to be rescuing, having momentarily forgotten that the Breen were the enemy, not the Romulans.
Actually, he had only ever seen one Romulan in the flesh, and he had shot that one, as well. He was setting an uncomfortable trend. Especially when he had made his thoughts quite obvious at the briefing, he would not blame Cmd. MacCristen for throwing him off the team. The most shaming thing was that he would not be altogether disappointed with that decision.
Elisa could only wipe her face. "Ah... Dammit..." She suppressed a 'Who the Hell are you?!' letting the Commander handle this one.
“Who the hell are you?” Orion bellowed showing little restraint to the man he nearly shot. Upon receiving a stern glare from Mac, Orion turned and went about his business, heading over to Lt. Kuroswa.
She wasn't exactly in a good mood right now. Things wern't exactly looking up. She was on the verge of asking the Commander to scrap the whole idea and let her take the entire Marine Detachment to conduct a quiet Raid on the target to extract the hostages... And even that idea was iffy...
She instead took a deep breath and reloaded her rifle, running it through its diagnostic. Things were so much more simpler at her last assignment. The only way an enemy could tell you were approaching was if they spotted a bush moving. No energy signatures, no Subspace signatures, and your life signs blended in with the vegetation and natural wildlife. Once you got into the compound, it was a simple matter of staying quiet and neutralizing guards as quietly as possible - usuaily with a knife under the ribs. Getting out would be the problem, especialy if some of the VIP's needed to be carried due to injuries and torture.
As Orion walked up to the Lt. he pulled from his pack a spare Phaser Gauntlet that he had picked up. “Try this on Lt., I think you will find it more to your liking than the type II.”
[Kuroswa]
Straight into the fight... this was not looking to be a good assignment.
Mac kept her hand on Syvek’s rifle, keeping it pushed downward. “Syvek,” she said in a tight, controlled voice (that sounded slightly unnatural behind the helmet) and turned to look at the Vulcan, “shooting enemies – good; friendly fire – bad.”
Orion walked up to Mac and Syvek, again pulling out Phaser Gauntlets for each of them. “Have the Lt. try this on; I’m sure it will help in his aiming quite a bit.” Orion said to Mac, nodding at Syvek. “I will show the Lieutenants how to use them after we are done here.” “There is also one for you too Commander, though I am sure you know how to use one.”
[Mac, Syvek]
Sweat ran in an irritating path down her scalp, neck, and then pooled into a small stream that soaked her fatigues. Nothing was going as it should have. The red brackets in the visor outlined Nikito Takahashi as the helmet’s computer enhanced him in a greenish glow. “If you’re not here to help, leave,” she said flatly and spun around to walk purposefully back to their LZ to start the team all over again.
Oh, she is pissed, Nikito thought as he watched her. There was no welcome, no hug, just ‘get your butt in gear.’ That ram-rod straight back and no-nonsense order was all too familiar. “Aye, sir,” he replied with a shrug and ordered the computer to replicate the same battle gear the others were wearing. And it was as heavy and constricting as he remembered.
Orion tossed their new member a gauntlet and nodded his head before turning back to Mac.
Nikito jogged up to the group just as Siobhan gave the command to check gear. The sound of the phase rifles powering up always sent a powerful rush of adrenaline though him.
“Takahashi, you’re our medic,” she stated gruffly as they took formation. She hesitated only a moment before raising two fingers in the air, pointing to her eyes, then describing a circle in the air.
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Mac’s hand shot out to stop Syvek from following along behind the others. “Syvek,” she whispered into her mic, but it came out raspy, “I can’t afford to lose my communications specialist, not when we need you so badly to keep in contact with the Falcon to keep Intel flowing and get us out of here. Stay close to Takahashi,” her eyes cut to Nikito, and without a word being exchanged, he knew he had to protect this Syvek.
"Aye, ma'am," Syvek replied, neutrally. So - it was going just as badly as he suspected. Not enough to have the benefits of being thrown off the team, such as being able to remain on the ship, but quite enough to let everyone know that he was pretty bad at this kind of operation. *Can't afford to lose the rest of the team, she means* he thought to himself, although not bitterly, since it was quite true. Working purely on the statistics, Syvek was the factor most likely to get them all killed and if he were in command, he would leave him behind, too.
Well - he was an archaeologist! Had he expected Starfleet Basic to cover these behind-enemy-lines rescue missions? It was a ridiculous.
The Vulcan turned to the man standing next to him (the man he had very nearly holo-shot). "I apologise, Mr Takahashi," he said. "I am unused to these operations and was inclined to be... over-cautious."
Mac made sure her threat sensors were engaged and jogged quickly but silently behind the team, crouching low. She hoped the intelligence reports were on the spot, because, if they weren’t, this team was going to die – some quickly, some slowly. There simply wasn’t enough time to get them working as a cohesive unit.
Orion adjusted his gear and held tight in formation behind Mac. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t wait for the mission.
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by Lieutenant Orion House of K'tar
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| Title | Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks | |
| Mission | The Start of Peace | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Orion House of K'tar | |
| Posted | Mon Feb 08, 2010 @ 12:02am | |
| Location | USS Falcon, Holodeck 1 | |
| Tag | Kuroswa, Mac, Syvek |
"What's the story, L.T.?" He asked, standing at ease.
"Classified - for the moment. There's a lady with three pips on her collar coming down in a minute or so, who's selected me for an important OP. We've got little time for practice, intelligence assesment, barely for a run-through. You guys..." She indicated Roberts' 8-man Rifle Squad - "...are going to help with what little time we got for Patrol and MOUT training."
"Uh..." Was all he could say, glancing to the rest of the Rescue Team walking up.
"Commander." Elisa addressed her.
“Lieutenant,” she acknowledged with a nod of her head and looked around to make sure Orion and Syvek were there, too. “I see we have company,” she questioned.
As Orion walked up, he could see the marines and Lt. Kurowsa stop for a moment and stare at the rather large Klingon strapped with weapons and gear. “Lt” he acknowledged Kuroswa with a nod.
"This Marine and his Squad have 'graciously volenteered' ..." Groans of mock despair came from the Marines as they grabbed their weapons and checked them. She pretended she didn't hear it. "...their time to give us a crash course in how to approach a secure compound, clear it, and extract people from it, straight from the Marine Infantry manual."
A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. It had been a while, but Mac felt more than certain she could keep up with a group of young Marines. After all, she’d been part of a Hostage Extraction and Antiterrorist Tactics (HEAT) team in SpecOps, which was why Fallon wanted her as Team leader and advisor. Daily training, especially weapons training, was more than just a requirement, it meant your life. At least eight was preferable in a team like this, but more might hurt, and Merak wanted her to keep it small.
“Very well, the planet is closer, but we’re not, people. Inside,” Mac ordered.
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"Let's see what we can do first..." She led the way into the Holodeck.
Easier said than done... Round One was short when the Team didn't even get to the Compound having been spotted by a Patrol. Roberts and his squad took the time to show what went wrong and where, especialy pointers in how to avoid being heard or seen, and the differences betwen 'Cover' and 'Concealment'. Round Two was aborted after one of the Team shot a Hostage by mistake. Then came Round Three. A door opened in front of the Team as someone sang out 'I hope you’re not naked!' before nearly getting shot and having three Phaser Rifles shoved in his face.
Though it hadn’t been long since Orion had been in a battle, considering his workout routine frequently involved him fighting, this was quite different, he wasn’t use to sneaking and hiding so much. “Maybe I should train with Mac, and get a better feel on stealth tactics?” He thought to himself.
"Sorry," apologised Syvek, putting up the rifle. It was not exactly the first time he had used that word during this exercise. The most embarrasing incident was when he had shot one of the Romulans he was supposed to be rescuing, having momentarily forgotten that the Breen were the enemy, not the Romulans.
Actually, he had only ever seen one Romulan in the flesh, and he had shot that one, as well. He was setting an uncomfortable trend. Especially when he had made his thoughts quite obvious at the briefing, he would not blame Cmd. MacCristen for throwing him off the team. The most shaming thing was that he would not be altogether disappointed with that decision.
Elisa could only wipe her face. "Ah... Dammit..." She suppressed a 'Who the Hell are you?!' letting the Commander handle this one.
“Who the hell are you?” Orion bellowed showing little restraint to the man he nearly shot. Upon receiving a stern glare from Mac, Orion turned and went about his business, heading over to Lt. Kuroswa.
She wasn't exactly in a good mood right now. Things wern't exactly looking up. She was on the verge of asking the Commander to scrap the whole idea and let her take the entire Marine Detachment to conduct a quiet Raid on the target to extract the hostages... And even that idea was iffy...
She instead took a deep breath and reloaded her rifle, running it through its diagnostic. Things were so much more simpler at her last assignment. The only way an enemy could tell you were approaching was if they spotted a bush moving. No energy signatures, no Subspace signatures, and your life signs blended in with the vegetation and natural wildlife. Once you got into the compound, it was a simple matter of staying quiet and neutralizing guards as quietly as possible - usuaily with a knife under the ribs. Getting out would be the problem, especialy if some of the VIP's needed to be carried due to injuries and torture.
As Orion walked up to the Lt. he pulled from his pack a spare Phaser Gauntlet that he had picked up. “Try this on Lt., I think you will find it more to your liking than the type II.”
[Kuroswa]
Straight into the fight... this was not looking to be a good assignment.
Mac kept her hand on Syvek’s rifle, keeping it pushed downward. “Syvek,” she said in a tight, controlled voice (that sounded slightly unnatural behind the helmet) and turned to look at the Vulcan, “shooting enemies – good; friendly fire – bad.”
Orion walked up to Mac and Syvek, again pulling out Phaser Gauntlets for each of them. “Have the Lt. try this on; I’m sure it will help in his aiming quite a bit.” Orion said to Mac, nodding at Syvek. “I will show the Lieutenants how to use them after we are done here.” “There is also one for you too Commander, though I am sure you know how to use one.”
[Mac, Syvek]
Sweat ran in an irritating path down her scalp, neck, and then pooled into a small stream that soaked her fatigues. Nothing was going as it should have. The red brackets in the visor outlined Nikito Takahashi as the helmet’s computer enhanced him in a greenish glow. “If you’re not here to help, leave,” she said flatly and spun around to walk purposefully back to their LZ to start the team all over again.
Oh, she is pissed, Nikito thought as he watched her. There was no welcome, no hug, just ‘get your butt in gear.’ That ram-rod straight back and no-nonsense order was all too familiar. “Aye, sir,” he replied with a shrug and ordered the computer to replicate the same battle gear the others were wearing. And it was as heavy and constricting as he remembered.
Orion tossed their new member a gauntlet and nodded his head before turning back to Mac.
Nikito jogged up to the group just as Siobhan gave the command to check gear. The sound of the phase rifles powering up always sent a powerful rush of adrenaline though him.
“Takahashi, you’re our medic,” she stated gruffly as they took formation. She hesitated only a moment before raising two fingers in the air, pointing to her eyes, then describing a circle in the air.
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Mac’s hand shot out to stop Syvek from following along behind the others. “Syvek,” she whispered into her mic, but it came out raspy, “I can’t afford to lose my communications specialist, not when we need you so badly to keep in contact with the Falcon to keep Intel flowing and get us out of here. Stay close to Takahashi,” her eyes cut to Nikito, and without a word being exchanged, he knew he had to protect this Syvek.
"Aye, ma'am," Syvek replied, neutrally. So - it was going just as badly as he suspected. Not enough to have the benefits of being thrown off the team, such as being able to remain on the ship, but quite enough to let everyone know that he was pretty bad at this kind of operation. *Can't afford to lose the rest of the team, she means* he thought to himself, although not bitterly, since it was quite true. Working purely on the statistics, Syvek was the factor most likely to get them all killed and if he were in command, he would leave him behind, too.
Well - he was an archaeologist! Had he expected Starfleet Basic to cover these behind-enemy-lines rescue missions? It was a ridiculous.
The Vulcan turned to the man standing next to him (the man he had very nearly holo-shot). "I apologise, Mr Takahashi," he said. "I am unused to these operations and was inclined to be... over-cautious."
Mac made sure her threat sensors were engaged and jogged quickly but silently behind the team, crouching low. She hoped the intelligence reports were on the spot, because, if they weren’t, this team was going to die – some quickly, some slowly. There simply wasn’t enough time to get them working as a cohesive unit.
Orion adjusted his gear and held tight in formation behind Mac. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t wait for the mission.
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