Mission 4: "When Science Turns to Chaos"

[Clyde Eastwood]

Eastwood turned and look at Lobo as he was following Balkazar

"Just make sure you make it back in one piece Lt"

Clyde turned again and continued following Balkazar

"Sir ive placed a team at each entrance and exit, my best fire team have secured the transporter room and ive also got rovering teams of 2 scouting the station looking for more of those things just so they dont suprise and scare us or the starfleet personal, and if any come by us im pretty sure we could handle any."

=/\= "Eastwood to Lobo, i forgot to tell you, i have scouts moving about the station so watch your fire because i dont want any of my men killed or ill sling you up by the balls and watch you swing upside down understood marine" =/\=

[John Moore]

John walked into the Marine quarters, looking both puzzled and preoccupied. Suddenly realising he had gotten to his destination, he looked up, stood straight and saluted. "Sir!

"Do you know what the hell went on there, Sir?" he asked, obviously frustrated, though not entirely due to the bodged mission.

[William Richerd]

<U.S.S. Lothlorien>

Richerd was looking at the first prototype that he had made, he had literally went to the Ten Forward of the ship and yanked three scientists that were off duty to help him on this project. He was looking at the final project, when the Doctor came on and asked for a tactical team to sickbay.

He looked at the Scientists. "You three, these specs are now under lock and key, don't talk about them." He had to use them since he couldn't make heads or tails with about sixty percent of the scans made and sent over.

=A= Richerd to All remaining on duty Marines... I want you all to report to the Armory asap... we might have a situation at sick bay. Richerd out. =A= he then took one Rifle and slung it onto his back.

Soon a group of ten marines were gathered in the armory, each one having a new Rifle, each one a little different variance to try and see if they could be helpful in combating this menace.

=A= Richerd to Sickbay, we are on our way, be with you shortly. =A= he closed the channel and right way they moved to the Sickbay.

they reach it and entered at first two at a time not knowing what to expect, when they saw the Doctor by the Quarantine units.

Richerd, still having his phase Rifle out walked up to the doctor. "Where's the...." He trailed off as he looked into the unit and saw walking dead, he closed his eyes, these were more gruesome then the events he had encountered before and he was rather, well, ill at seeing the bodies of men being used to promote the will of something else, he felt that something dead, well, should remain dead.

[Techerakh]

"No. It would not be my place to test you. Besides, the Order had, until official first contact, been observing humanity for millenia. We already know everything we need to know about you. And I know that you'll give her no special treatment, which she does not expect, nor would I wish it. She will be under your jurisdiction, not mine. All you need to do is accept her."

[Thomas Johnson]

(Sorry again...)

[Kain_Starbow]

*Puts the armor on, snaps the phaser to his belt and grabs a Type 3 assault rifle*
"well, here we go, nothin like the first mission" Kain thinks as he heads out the door to find his new friends.

[Raszagal]

Raszagal stepped out of the cell and sighed.

"No offense, Colonel, but I hope that's not the welcome I can come to expect."

[William Richerd]

William Richerd relieved the guards in front of the rift generator and stood at attention there, he had a look of someone that was getting ready for anything that might come his way.

The other person that relieved him was a 2nd Lt. that he had teamed up with on the patrols. He looked as the two guards moved on to start on their patrols of the ship for another hour before they took a break, Richerd liked this, he could set his clock to patrol timetables, and that was a good thing liked about this Marine division, especially in the frontiers of space.

[Jeroen Bode]

"Weapons fire?" whispered Jeroen

=/\= Thank you Ensign =/\=

"Tactical be alert...we may have company..", the captain watched the viewscreen and hoped to see the Iroquois appear on screen..."Any word from the Iroquois", he asked a comm. officer. But he replied negative..so they wait...

[Balkazar]

<Ready Room>

"You can do all the Calculations you want.  But my mens safety is my primary concern and we need our rest.  So if their is nothing else, Captain.  I have men to check up on." Balkazar said relatively upset.

[Raszagal]

"I'm capable of carrying any weapon or wearing any armor you've got. I... I actually served with the Starfleet Marines once, about eighty years ago. Granted, I was undercover as a human, but it stuck with me. That's the biggest reason I chose the Marines now. But personally, when comes to the khala, I can see where the armor will get in the way. In the Order, we always wore robes, much like the ones my Master has now."

[Balkazar]

"Great, So I guess you have clearence to operate the big marine guns ?.  Tell me about yourself?, what did you do before you had the balls to join up as a marine knowing youll probly be shredded to peices or blown up or melted down to goop?." Balkazar said as he finished putting on his gear then grabbed his helmet.

[John Simpson]

<Mess Hall>

"Pizza and Icecream it is." John said as he got up and went to the replicator to have it made up.

"I hope you like Hawaiin pizza and Chocolate icecream." John said a few minutes later as he brought the food over.

<John sat down and said a silent prayer before digging in>

"So, tell me about yourself, Allison." John said as he took a bite of the pizza.

[Jeroen Bode]

"Good to see you Colonel, please take a seat"

"We've reached the Science Station and I've already hailed them, but I haven't received a responds yet"

[John Moore]

John was the first to get fully suited up, with all his gear packed and ready to go, rifle in hand and his secondary weapons - a type II phaser, a knife and a grenade - at his belt. He had only one grenade, as a Station typically isn't the best place for them, but they can still come in handy. The majority of the rest of his kit was in his pack. Once he was done, he started walking down the rows, shouting to the Marines.

"Come on, Marines! Get that gear on! Move it! Move it! Move it! Stash the sentimentals and make ready for boarding actions!"