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#1
"Lt Lobo Sir... this was just handed to me by your Commanding Officer, he said it needs to be read and implemented immediately."  Said the Yeoman.

Lobo looked over the PADD and called the Shuttle Bay to attention.  

"FALL IN!"
Lobo waits for the Marines and Fleetsman to fall into formation.

Lobo reads from the PADD.

"From: Commanding General Starfleet Marine Forces, Delta Quadrant.

From: Commanding Officer Starfleet Marine Forces, Delta Quadrant.

To: Staff Sgt John Moore Starfleet Marine Forces

ATTENTION TO ORDERS:

*Assembled Personnel snap to attention

Staff Sergeant Moore,

For performance of your duties above and beyond the regular call of duty, your Commanding Officer Colonel Balkazar has requested the following be added to your Service Record.

1.  Promotion to the rank of 2nd Lieutenant.

As your duties and acts of heroism in the recent emergency Colonel Balkazar has seen fit to recommend your promotion to 2nd Lieutenant.  While Field promotions of this type are usually not permanent, Colonel Balkazar's recommendations have convinced me to allow this exception to tradtion.  Lt Moore, please accept my congratulations on your promotion.  This is a reminder of the value we hold of the highest honors and traditions of the Marines Corps.

Semper Fi,

Commanding General
Starfleet Marine Forces."

Lobo approaches Moore, removes his Staff Chevrons and places them in his pocket, removes the "butter bars" from their case and pins them onto the Lt's collar.

"Congratulations Lieutenant." Lobo grins.  "I guess I need to find a new Platoon Sgt."  Lobo Laughs and shakes the man's hand.

Lobo returns to his original position and addresses the gathered personnel.

"FALL OUT!"

"Ok boys and girls, we still got a lot of work to do.  Congratulate Moore when you have a moment of spare time."

Lobo leans in and speaks quietly to Moore "When this mission is over Lieutenant, meet me outside my quarters.  There's more to this promotion that needs to be explained."

Lobo smiles knowingly and strikes the Lieutenant firmly on the collar bones when noone is looking effecting an old Marine Tradition of "pinning" a recent promotee.
#2
=/\=  Aye Aye Sir =/\=

*Lobo used all his self control to keep from smashing his fist into the console when he got the order to stand down.  He looked over at Moore...*

"You heard the Colonel, I want these people off this ship, gear stowed, cleaned up and ready to stand inspection and I want it done yesterday.  I'll go see the Colonel and find out what in the hell is goin on.  Until you hear from Balkazar, Eastwood or myself you're in command of ST-1. I'll contact you as soon as I have any information."

*Lobo opened the main hatch, stood up and marched off the Flyer to go stow his gear and get cleaned up before his meeting with the Colonel."

~Internal monologue~  There'd better be a damned good reason for gettin everyone all bloody worked up just to have us stand down.
     "Oh but there is Kish, you'll see.  Just wait and all the answers you are looking for will be revealed." ~End Internal~

*Lobo stopped dead in his tracks, turning nearly white as a ghost.  Had he just heard a voice respond to him??

"Nah, probably just all the stress from the past little while."

*Lobo shrugged it off and continued on his way.
#3
*Nods to the Colonel.*  Aye, Aye Colonel.

*Looks to his Platoon Sgt.*  "Get me Fire Team Two, from 1st Platoon, Squad 2.  I want them up here yesterday SSgt."

"Aye Sir, they're already on the way."

"Good.. I want a Ranger File, 20 meter separation and tell the men to check their targets, if we run into any civilian or Starfleet Personnel, I dont want any friendly fire."

"Yes Sir."

*Fire team 2 arrives*

"Listen up you apes, Saddle Up... Its Go time.  Do what youve been trained to do and listen to your Fire Team Leader.  Im taking point, I want each of you to keep your comm channels open and DONT LOSE SIGHT of one another.  If you get separated, report your position, hunker down and DONT LEAVE THE AREA.  NOONE goes anywhere alone, pick a team mate and stick with him, watch each other's backs and we'll watch yours. Now Move out."

*Looks at Eastwood.*  "Watch your six old man."
#4
=/\= Lobo to LtCol Eastwood... that's a solid copy Sir.. Ive already given orders for my men to check their targets before they engage.  I will contact you and the Colonel if we find any survivors before we link back up. =/\=
#5
"You name it Ive done it Sir" grabs his trash and starts gearing up following the Colonel.  "Ive got extensive hand to hand combat training, rifle and phaser training, communication, artillery, if it shoots, Ive shot it, if there's a way to fight with it, Ive done it.  Just tell me what you want and consider it done Colonel."
#6
<Shuttle Bay, USS Lothlorien>

*Lobo nods to Moore

=/\=  "Lobo to Colonel Balkazar, Sierra Tango Zero One is locked, cocked and ready to rock on your order Sir.=/\=
#7
<Marine Deck>

"Yeah, sure thing Colonel..."

*Lobo looked at the colonel completely confused turned and headed back towards his quarters.  As he walked the world grew grey, all color left his vision, he began hearing a voice speak to him again.

~gineering.... you must go to engi....~

*Lobo sat up with a start in his rack.

"Computer... Time?"

 = The time is 02 02 06 exactly =

*Lobo's head throbbed, his hands hurt, his knees ached and he felt a strange crawling sensation moving up his spine.  He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, images of a black dragon with white tipped scales fighting a white tiger with black stripes circled in his mind, the sounds of swords clanging and armor clanking echoed in his sleep.  Suddenly he heard a familiar voice off in the distance, it sounded like Eastwood.  There was phaser fire, Lobo ducked, he could hear Galindez shouting at his squad on the Cerebus to get down and shut up.
   "GET DOWN, SHUT UP..." Galindez barked ((Yeah, just watched Forrest Gump, no way I could pass that up LOL))

*Lobo suddenly felt like he was being forced underwater, he grasped out and caught hold of a uniform.  He opened his eyes and saw Eastwood standing over him with a small bucket.

"You look like shite mate.* Eastwood said.

"Gee thanks, this comin from the guy who couldnt keep a single uniform pressed during boot camp.  Not that *I* had anything to do with that <chuckle>.  What the hell are you doing in my quarters, why the hell did you just soak my bed..... and what frackin time is it?  I feel like I just went 15 rounds with a Targ."
#8
<Shuttle Bay, Lothlorien, aboard Delta Flyer>

"ST-1, I want a head count and systems checks by the numbers.  Give me a 'Go/No Go' for launch."
#9
*Looks back and notices Dolan...*

Ensign... get up here with me on point.. Im not exactly the best with TriCorder readings, and I need you to help me interpret what Im seeing so we dont walk into an ambush."
#10
((OOC:  New Orleans Class
DESIGN STATISTICS    
Length: 345 meters
Width: 246 meters
Height: 75 meters
Weight: 1,100,000 metric tonnes
Cargo capacity: Dependant upon mission type
Hull: Duranium/Tritanium Hull
Number of Decks: 18
http://techspecs.acalltoduty.com/neworleans.html" target="_blank">http://techspecs.acalltoduty.com/neworleans.html
That site goes into really specific detail about the New Orleans.  MAN I love Google!! ))
#11
*Lobo saw Dolan already acting on the Colonel's orders for remote detonation by activating the ECH and attempting to use the station as emergency reinforcements for the Lothlorien.  Once again Lobo hears the sloshing scraping sounds made by the creatures as the moved closer to their position.  Lobo raised his weapon at the door and started firing at every moving thing that tried to come through as they broke down the door leading to their position.  Three sets of what could only be described as what used to be hands came ripping through the door as though it was made of celefoil.  Lobo kept firing until his phaser rifle over heated, he pulled his hand phaser and again opened fire on the creatures trying to come through the door.

=/\=  LOBO TO MOORE, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN HERE NOW!!! WE'RE BEING OVERRUN!!!=/\=  

*Lobo's hand phaser began to slowly loose effectivness as the powercell inside needed time to recharge.

"Dolan, quit playin with your new best friend, pull you weapon and fire at anything that moves or tries to come through THAT door..."

*The door finally gave way and the monsters began pouring through, Lobo tosses Dolan his hand phaser and pulled his blade, slashing at the knarled mishapen claws tearing at his uniform and head.  Lobo barely got his head out of the way of a swinging arm trying to remove it from his shoulders.  He hesitated for a moment seeing what the arm was connected to, it was his Platoon SSgt.  Rage filled Lobo's mind, body and soul and he began stabbing, slashing hacking and cutting with a fervor he'd never felt before, he made it to the torso of his former Platoonman, and swung as hard and fast as he could removing the things head from its shoulders, but not before the monster slashed through his uniform and deep into the flesh of his chest, nearly exposing the bone.  Dolan, behind Lobo was firing as fast as he could alternating between his phaser and Lobo's so that he powercell would last until Moore and his team could arrive.  Lobo meanwhile was still trying to fend of the monsters with his blade.*
#12
*Lobo opens his eyes slowly, the world a grayish hue.  He looks at the man in front of him, strange sounds emanating from his mouth.  Lobo cocks his head curiously and tries desperately to understand what is being said.*

"Risharradee-ay.  Sobatala isKanga-ishdo.  Sook rreepa?"  Lobo says.
#13
*Bursts out laughing.*  "I think you mean a hug old friend *laughs out loud* we're not dating.  I transferred back to Earth and went on an extended Sabbatical after Sam died.  I was ok until I had to go see her family.  Tooke me a little longer than I thought it would to get myself back together again. *chuckles*  "What about you? Where've you been hidin?"
#14
"Yes Sir, Lobo Negro is my full call sign sir.  Eastwood and I served together for many years before I transferred back to Earth.  I was a Gunnery Sergent in those days, but was promoted to 1st Lieutenant in order to serve here Sir."
#15
"You bloody tell me old friend.."

*Shows Eastwood the Tricorder.*

"This is why I asked Dolan and the EMH to take a look at the readings.. they're similar to what theyve got inside on the table, just different... sort of....."