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The Start of Peace – Rock and Roll
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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 embarrassing 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 rolled her head to ease the knot growing in her neck; she’d had an IFF chip implanted in the nerve bundle of her wrists like other SpecOps personnel and wondered if it was still viable after all this time. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” she said and bounced them in her hand a moment before removing her own gloves and donning them. There was only one way to find out if the chip still worked.
[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.
[all]
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.
Nikito studied the Vulcan with renewed interest. It was unlike Siobhan to ask any of her team members to protect another, because she would expect everyone to pull their own weight in something as important as this. There had to be something about him that she thought important enough to bring with her. Communications was important, but . . . what? What was she expecting to happen, or had she lost her nerve after all of these years and wanted to get out as quickly as possible?
Later. He’d find out later what had happened to Siobhan. “Come on, Lieutenant. You heard the lady, time to rock and roll,” he began a quick, crouching jog, following quickly behind Siobhan and the Klingon and made sure Syvek was with him.
[Syvek]
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One hour later
They were going to be too exhausted and frustrated to successfully complete the mission if they kept this up, and Mac called a halt to the exercise. Nothing they had accomplished would break any Federation records, but neither were they a well-trained HEAT team. After the insertion deep inside enemy territory, they would move quickly (and hopefully without getting compromised) through an abandoned temple. The rest was up to instinct because the temple was a maze of rooms, and the stone from which it had been built deflected sensor readings. The Breen had either chosen well or were incredibly lucky.
The most likely location was a room behind the altar, where they would have prepared their sacrifices. Logically, it was easily defensible from two sides surrounded by a length of stairs leading up to it. Great.
Mac glanced at the chronometer and pulled her helmet off, letting her lank hair fall free. “Fall out and meet back up in the transporter room in thirty minutes,” she exhaled heavily. “And be ready,” she ordered and slapped the holodeck door release with her palm and walked out.
[all]
Mac tapped her commbadge. “MacCristen to Captain Carson,” she said and heard the fatigue in her tone. Her eyes felt gritty and dry from using the computer aided visor; it had been too long since she’d done that.
[Merak]
“We’ve finished rehearsal, Captain, with some measure of success. Estimated time until we arrive?” She asked as she heard someone run up behind her and wrap an arm around her shoulders – Nikito. She had to lean her head back to look up at him. She couldn’t spare the emotions she felt at the moment from seeing him again; all of her focus had to be on the mission right now. She gave him a brief, tired smile; she’d kick his butt later for bursting in on her training rehearsal.
[Merak]
“Understood. I’m going to hop in the shower and get my gear together. I’ll meet you in a few. MacCristen out,” Mac rubbed her eyes and looked up at Nikito again. “Are you ready for this?” She asked pointedly.
“Oh, I’m ready. The question is – are you?”
They entered the lift and Mac ordered it to Deck 2. What she’d done with Syvek hadn’t escaped his notice back there. “Yes, I am ready, Nikito-chan,” she used the familiar Japanese term and felt she owed him an explanation. “You know that trust means a lot to me, Niko. I could have used any of our communications officers for this mission, but I know that Syvek will stop at nothing to keep communications and Intel flowing. I trust him to do everything he can, our lives depend upon it.”
They exited the lift and Mac headed towards their quarters. She was dirty and hungry and would take care of things in that order. “Listen,” she paused just before she entered, “when this is over, we have a lot of catching up to do.”
“You’re right we do. I want to know why you’ve not kept in touch the last few months,” he frowned and folded his arms across his chest.
Mac put a hand up to stop the lecture. “I promise when the mission is over, ok?” she turned and backed into the cabin.
“Ok,” he gave in but pointed a finger at her, “but you will talk to me about it,” he warned her and watched the smile slide across her face. Nikito turned and walked down the corridor, shaking his head. It wasn’t until he’d gotten to his own cabin that he realized that Siobhan had gone into the Captain’s quarters. A shadow crossed his eyes and his thoughts. Yes, she had a lot of explaining to do.
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| Title | Rock and Roll | |
| Mission | The Start of Peace | |
| Author(s) | ||
| Posted | Mon Feb 08, 2010 @ 10:11pm | |
| Location | Holodeck 1 | |
| Tag | All, Syvek, Merak |
"Sorry," apologised Syvek, putting up the rifle. It was not exactly the first time he had used that word during this exercise. The most embarrassing 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 rolled her head to ease the knot growing in her neck; she’d had an IFF chip implanted in the nerve bundle of her wrists like other SpecOps personnel and wondered if it was still viable after all this time. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” she said and bounced them in her hand a moment before removing her own gloves and donning them. There was only one way to find out if the chip still worked.
[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.
[all]
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.
Nikito studied the Vulcan with renewed interest. It was unlike Siobhan to ask any of her team members to protect another, because she would expect everyone to pull their own weight in something as important as this. There had to be something about him that she thought important enough to bring with her. Communications was important, but . . . what? What was she expecting to happen, or had she lost her nerve after all of these years and wanted to get out as quickly as possible?
Later. He’d find out later what had happened to Siobhan. “Come on, Lieutenant. You heard the lady, time to rock and roll,” he began a quick, crouching jog, following quickly behind Siobhan and the Klingon and made sure Syvek was with him.
[Syvek]
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One hour later
They were going to be too exhausted and frustrated to successfully complete the mission if they kept this up, and Mac called a halt to the exercise. Nothing they had accomplished would break any Federation records, but neither were they a well-trained HEAT team. After the insertion deep inside enemy territory, they would move quickly (and hopefully without getting compromised) through an abandoned temple. The rest was up to instinct because the temple was a maze of rooms, and the stone from which it had been built deflected sensor readings. The Breen had either chosen well or were incredibly lucky.
The most likely location was a room behind the altar, where they would have prepared their sacrifices. Logically, it was easily defensible from two sides surrounded by a length of stairs leading up to it. Great.
Mac glanced at the chronometer and pulled her helmet off, letting her lank hair fall free. “Fall out and meet back up in the transporter room in thirty minutes,” she exhaled heavily. “And be ready,” she ordered and slapped the holodeck door release with her palm and walked out.
[all]
Mac tapped her commbadge. “MacCristen to Captain Carson,” she said and heard the fatigue in her tone. Her eyes felt gritty and dry from using the computer aided visor; it had been too long since she’d done that.
[Merak]
“We’ve finished rehearsal, Captain, with some measure of success. Estimated time until we arrive?” She asked as she heard someone run up behind her and wrap an arm around her shoulders – Nikito. She had to lean her head back to look up at him. She couldn’t spare the emotions she felt at the moment from seeing him again; all of her focus had to be on the mission right now. She gave him a brief, tired smile; she’d kick his butt later for bursting in on her training rehearsal.
[Merak]
“Understood. I’m going to hop in the shower and get my gear together. I’ll meet you in a few. MacCristen out,” Mac rubbed her eyes and looked up at Nikito again. “Are you ready for this?” She asked pointedly.
“Oh, I’m ready. The question is – are you?”
They entered the lift and Mac ordered it to Deck 2. What she’d done with Syvek hadn’t escaped his notice back there. “Yes, I am ready, Nikito-chan,” she used the familiar Japanese term and felt she owed him an explanation. “You know that trust means a lot to me, Niko. I could have used any of our communications officers for this mission, but I know that Syvek will stop at nothing to keep communications and Intel flowing. I trust him to do everything he can, our lives depend upon it.”
They exited the lift and Mac headed towards their quarters. She was dirty and hungry and would take care of things in that order. “Listen,” she paused just before she entered, “when this is over, we have a lot of catching up to do.”
“You’re right we do. I want to know why you’ve not kept in touch the last few months,” he frowned and folded his arms across his chest.
Mac put a hand up to stop the lecture. “I promise when the mission is over, ok?” she turned and backed into the cabin.
“Ok,” he gave in but pointed a finger at her, “but you will talk to me about it,” he warned her and watched the smile slide across her face. Nikito turned and walked down the corridor, shaking his head. It wasn’t until he’d gotten to his own cabin that he realized that Siobhan had gone into the Captain’s quarters. A shadow crossed his eyes and his thoughts. Yes, she had a lot of explaining to do.