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Episode 11 - Family Matters
Stardate 73834.3
MD004 1400 hrs

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Ooh Rah

Posted on Fri Jun 21st, 2019 @ 10:19pm by Captain Cornelius Tremble & Sergeant Miranda Schultz
Edited on on Sat Jun 22nd, 2019 @ 1:08am

Mission: Episode 7 - Home Again
Location: Marine Country
Timeline: MD004 1130hrs
853 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure



Miranda walked through Marine Country on the Pioneer, smiling as she listening to the sounds of Marines at work. It was a good sound. Fleeters worked, true, but it wasn't the same as being with the Marines. She'd just arrived on the ship and was looking for her Commanding Officer to report in and get her orders.

The sound of laser welders and metal clanging came from the Vault and Miranda followed the noise, finding a new set of secure blast doors being mounted in corridors where the Pioneers Marines had their equipment cages. Past the doors, she found a large ovoid chamber where power racks were being assembled and tied into heavy, shielded power conduits. In the center, a pair of over-large tables were currently being mounted with an overhead crane system which spidered out over the entirety of the chamber.

Several marines were busy installing, setting up, and working on the room while marine engineers from the 258th MEB directed the labor and made sure all the square pegs went into the square holes. One particularly dirty, tall marine was shifting the upper receiver unit of a rack into place nearest Miranda and he caught her eye.

"You there, lend a hand," he called out, "Help me shift this into place before it decides to eat me."

"Yes, sir." Miranda strode over and helped support the receiver unit so he could get it into place. "Got it."

Between the two of them, they moved the unit into place and it slid to rest. Straightening and easing his back, Neil looked at the newcomer and mentally shifted gears. He'd been alerted that a few replacements were due in, but there were all sorts of specialists helping install the new hardware. "Well, you figured out I'm an officer at any rate. I'm Lieutenant Tremble, he said, "Who are you, Marine?"

She snapped to attention and saluted. "Sergeant Schultz, sir. Communications. And, meaning no disrespect, you have the air of an officer."

Neil returned the salute, then sniffing himself and grunted. "Right now, I have the air of the unwashed, but that's nothing new. All right, on me." Turning, he caught the eye of one of the Engineers and said, "Lebeau, see that that coffin gets welded in solid."

The woman nodded and Neil led Miranda out of the chamber, then threaded their way to the opposite end from the Snake Pit and to his office. "Take a pew, Sergeant and give me a minute." Stripping off his sweat stained t-shirt, he walked into a small fresher station and wiped himself down with a towel, then grabbed a fresh shirt and slipped back into the office. Sliding into his chair, he looked over the latest addition from BuPers and sifted through a pile of flimsy's on his desk. Finally picking one up, he glanced at Miranda then at the flimsy.

"Alright, this looks to be you, Sergeant. Mars. Service aboard the Tokyo. Good efficiency reports. You must be a pretty hot hand with Comms. You made Sergeant early." Neil idly rubbed the back of his neck and leaned back in his chair. "Alright, Sergeant did you pick us or did Bu'Pers pluck you from your last billet kicking and screaming?"

"I was transferred, sir," she said. "HQ thought you might need a good comms specialist." One side of her mouth quirked up, briefly. "I'm also a crack shot with a rifle."

Neil met her eyes evenly, "You're a Marine. I'd hope you were good with a weapon, since that's our business. Comm specialists however are a bit more rarer and shipboard service requires more specialization than a boot that can shoot. Now, you're no boot obviously, but I hope you get my meaning. And you just got a glimpse of the Morgue. There's going to be even more training coming up and we're all going to have to get caught up."

Dropping his eyes to his desk, he rummaged and finally pulled a PADD from the pile and accessed. "Right. We'll be updating Comm suites and the new suits are going to need constant attention for the first few months to make sure everything we can break, does and gets replaced."

Looking up, he smiled then. "Which means I'm glad to see you Sergeant. We'll need your help for this. Welcome to the Cure."

"Thank you, sir," she said. "I look forward to the opportunity to serve here." And because he smiled, she allowed herself to relax enough to return the smile.

"Any questions for me on anything, Sergeant? If not, you're dismissed. Go get yourself settled and squared, I'd imagine the Gunny will be posting duty assignments soon enough and you'll get stirred into the pot with the rest of us."

"Nothing yet, sir. Thank you, sir." She saluted again and turned on her heel to go find her rack.


A Joint Post

First Lieutenant Cornelius Tremble
Marine Commanding Officer, USS Pioneer


Sergeant Miranda Schultz
Communications Specialist, USS Pioneer

 

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