Beach head

Posted on Mon Nov 30th, 2015 @ 12:44am by Commander Bertrand Cuprum & Captain Elijah Michaels & Commander Cor Cordale & Captain Brenda Sinclair & Lieutenant Ishan Satele & Ensign Honey Flanagan & Lieutenant JG Elliot Keller & Johnathen Wade

Mission: If I told you...
Location: Starbase shuttle bay
Timeline: Mission Time MT 0:05

=A= Approach vector 15-4 watch your drift Sierra. =A=

Three runabouts carefully adjusted their position and speeds as the left the protective bubble of the Victory's shields. the trip to the station took about three minutes, but it felt longer. On the lead shuttle, the Marines were all sitting strapped in while Sinclair sat in the cockpit watching and listening to the comm traffic.

Sinclair's eyes were glued to the proximity sensor. Flying was one thing. Flying in close formation, with a station bearing down and the distance dropping fast, that was a whole brand of hell she had never considered. "Remind me to expunge my flight status when we get back."

Gunnery Sergeant Jacobs arched an amused eyebrow at the Captain's remark. "Don't like flying, Ma'am?"

Brenda's response was simply a well-aimed glare.

=A= Watch those defences, Tango. Slightest twitch and I want to know. =A=

The second runabout carried Cuprum and his security team as well as Cor and a couple of his engineers. Bertrand was grim faced and stood holding himself in place with his gloved right hand.

Cordale and his engineering team sat in relative silence, with the Thux bracing himself by holding onto a handrail with his prosthetic limb. A stark contrast to Bertrand, as one sought to hide a false limb under a glove while the other accepted it as part of him. Though, neither would say their respective replacements were gained in anything less than terrible conditions.

=A= Roger, tracking plane is green. Preparing for insertion. =A=

The final runabout carried the mission critical personnel; Bartlett, Smith, Flanagan, Keller, Kilbane, Wade, Hood (the assistant Medical Officer) and Sela acting as personal guard. It was being piloted by a half Bajoran/Cardassian pilot that Smith had nominated from his own team.

Elliot sat in the Runabout, a tad bit nervous at the prospect of the unknown. His inclusion into the Away Team was something of a surprise considering he was a Diplomat and Political Officer. The again if it was an intrusion with the Breen he did need to be on hand just to be sure. He checked his Phaser and Tricorder.

Hood sat in silence trying not to dwell on the past and concentrate on the here and now. Peace and Love. she recited the mantra over and over in her head which was more to strengthen her own aura and radiate it out to everyone else there rather than keep it to herself. She wore a small jet stone beneath her uniform to dispel negative and overwhelming emotions and combined with black tourmaline it added psychic protection. She was as ready as she could be.

Jack leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head. While the rest of the crew was dressed in full tactical gear or regulation uniforms, Jack had dressed in a god awful blue Hawaiian shirt. At his side was a messenger bag with more pockets then a tactical vest. He started whistling 'Girl from Epanima' as they took of.

Sitting in the pilot's seat of the runabout, Satele was keeping the set distance from the runabout in front of her as well as plotting several emergency courses back to the Victory. She wanted to be as prepared as possible in case something went wrong with either the deployment of the troops ahead or something else.

=A= Docking bay is clear. Down in five. Prep for disembark. =A=

With the main force still waiting outside, the first of the runabout breached the SIF that held atmosphere in the Docking bay without incident and touched down quickly in the deserted shuttle bay.

Shutting down the engines, Brenda released the door locks, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay boys and girls. Time to work. "Jacobs. Take a couple and track East. Secure 100 yards, and check in. Do not engage unless fired upon. Do not shoot to kill."

Strapping a small side-arm to the her left thigh, Brenda checked the powercell of the rifle she grabbed from the weapons stock. A quick hand gesture, and thew rest of the squad was moving out. Securing first the shuttle-bay, before heading outward, covering each hall-way as they went.

Once the Marines gave the all clear the second shuttle, with security personnel moved in, with the last close on its tail. Even as the security runabout was touching down Cuprum was moving to the starboard door and started giving orders.

"Right you lot, listen up. We are here to secure and make safe. That's what security is about. Let the Marines be the soldiers. Alpha squad, go and relieve the Marines in shuttle control. Beta and Gamma, get some barricades up by the internal doors while the marines are giving us cover. Delta squad, we need to set up a command location. I would like it to be a runabout, but I suspect the Lt Commander will want to be able to move about. What ever they need, science, medical, operations, you make it happen. Epsilon you are on body guard duty with Selar. Zeta, you are with me in case the Marines feel they want some Gold in amongst all that green when they start doing their sweeps. Questions? Right MOVE!"

Cor let Bertrand give his rousing speech, then turned to his own engineering team. "Okay, everything he said." which earned a chuckle from one of the the Thux's crew. "Seriously, though. This is going in blind, so doublecheck everything and keep your heads down. Our primary objective is to ensure station integrity and provide constant powerflow to anywhere they need. Keep your wits and don't rush." he gave his prosthetic limb a tap, "I did tell you how I got this arm, right?"

"Cave in?" one said.

"Mysterious circumstances due to amnesia?" asked another.

"Thux exude silicon when injured?" asked another, but with a smirk.

"Yeah, I get it." the Thux conceded. "Just get your shit in gear and prep for the drop."

The Command craft touched down last, amidst the chaos.

"Let's see what we are dealing with, shall we?" Smith smiled without humour to Lt Commander Bartlett.

"Stop being a robot Agent Smith, people work better when the honey is real, not faked." Wade smirked, giving a genuine smile.

"Yes, si...," Smith began then caught himself. "I will take your suggestion under advisement, Mr Wade."

Honey just kept quiet. She was very nervous, having mentally gone over her preparations at least twelve times so far, and there would be several more times before the day was over.

Elliot looked at Smith. "I don't get it, surely Starfleet can't build a Station so close to Breen Space without them noticing....."

Smith stepped out of the runabout and looked around at the preparations, "Every year thousands of humans place presents and fill stockings under the very nose of their children who are all keen to catch them in the act. Preparing this station was not dissimilar. It just helps to have a convenient Chimney."

Cordale heard that, while his crew was setting up, and leaned over to one of his engineers. "He does know there's no such thing as the Easter Bunny, right?"

"Not yet Mr Cordale," Smith called out. "but investigations are continuing."

Bertrand frowned, "Was that... a joke?"

Honey giggled quietly to herself. Easter bunny, huh. Maybe she would try and convince Valeria to dress up as one.

Smith gave another smile that appeared to be without mirth, "Just trying to be less of a robot."

Karadis sighed.

Kevin looked over at her and with a questioning look on his face said "What?"

"Who's the Intel donkey?" she asked.

Kevin looked over at Smith, then looked back at Karadis and answered "That's Commander Smith, he's heading up Intel on this mission."

"Heading up my arse!" Karadis replied.

Kevin burst out laughing at the comment.

Karadis looked questioningly at Kevin, then realized the double entendre of the comment she'd made "Oh ha ha, very mature you idiot!" she exclaimed, kicking Kevin in the leg.

Calming down again he said "You really do have a way with words Karadis, you really do."

"That's just you and your warped sense of humour you village idiot" Karadis replied, but now with a sheepish grin on her face after the realization of her double edged remark.

Kevin pretended to put a piece of straw in his mouth and said "Would you have it any other way?"

Karadis just half heartedly kicked his leg again as she smiled, but didn't reply.

=^= Michaels to Insertion Team We still have no response from Main Operations that should be your first port of call. Stay frosty. Michaels out. =^= The Captain said over the Channel though it started to crackle.

With the preliminary sweep done, Sinclair and a couple of her Marines rendezvoused with the primary team. Glancing between the Commanders - plural. "Sentries posted roughly 90 meters down the main corridors leading off from the Shuttle bay. No contact with locals. Literally. Nothing. It's like they dropped whatever they had, and vanished."

With the third runabout now having docked and the mission team disembarked, Kevin pulled out the tri-corder he had in his pack and began a sweep of the area. "Mmmmmmm..." he said.

Karadis looked at him and said "What, what's it telling you?"

"No life signs, well, none that we believe we can normally detect" Kevin replied "But that's not to say that the research team haven't developed some kind of shielding technology, after all, we're so close to Breen space, wouldn't you?" he asked Karadis.

"Perhaps Sir, perhaps" Kardis nodded in agreement.

"One of our jobs is to find out if there's anything unusual here on the base" Kevin replied.

"Meaning they want us to be nosey and stick our nebs in every nook and cranny we can?" Karadis answered.

"Pretty much" Kevin replied "We better get to it!" he finished.

Still in the third shuttle after everyone else had disembarked, Satele started running checks on every system on the shuttle. This was her second chance at a Starfleet Career and she was going to do her best not to screw things up again. For now, she was going to start by ensuring that the shuttle was ready to leave at a moments notice.