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Mission 3: "Rescue and Retrieval"

Started by Julian, September 03, 2007, 02:42:56 AM

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Patrick Brown

*Patrick Quickly look at the same Screen the Ensign did and saw the Cloaked Vessels*

I think we can play, a Game with out Fireing a Shot and scareing the Felines.*Smiles*

Ensign, Launch a Class two Probe into the Fight Path of the Cloaked Vessels, on my Mark

Captian Bode, the Best Bet to to Play the Game of Cat gets Mouse.

Major General, Contact one of the Pelicins to Fly up behind the Cloaked Vessels.

*Patrick walks doen and Takes his Seat*

this is going to be Intresting, Helm Bring the Ship down to Grasce the Atmopher with Venteral Sheilds with will make our Sigture on Sensors a Massave Beacon.
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Name:Patrick Brown
Rank:Brg.General
Postion:3rd in Command 17th SFMC

Richard Brown

I rember, Fighting the Romluans then Failing to keep the Newyork-B in one peice, then we were Captured, the Captian was taken by a Romluan then the Nexst think I remeber is seeing my Brother show up Lt.COlonetl Patrick Brown,, the rest is all jumbled and a mess I ca'nt get heads or tails of it., What happen to me?, its 2382 correct?
Name: Richard Brown
Rank: Lieutennent
Poston:Cheif Tatical/Secuitery Officer
Station:U.S.S Normandy

John Moore

John walked onto the Bridge of the Lothlorien and took a look around. Mostly fleet boys around, but he did spot Colonel Balkazar, whom was meant to be his CO, unless the boys doing the paper work these days decided it was his turn to receive a prank.

"Hey, Colonel. Staff Sergeant John Moore, ready for a drink, Sir." he said, giving a sloppy 2 fingered salute.

William Richerd

Richerd smiled darkly. "Just another normal day in the office then?" He then turned to face Brown.

"So... you say you don't remember the last ten years?" He was finding it hard to believe this. "Did you have any contact with any Romulans that were dying?" He remember a small reference about a Medical officer going crazy with a Vulcan mind... He was just trying to figure out everything now.

He was not happy either, although he felt that keeping his temper in check would be the best bet at the moment, since Balkazar temper was good enough for both of them but his voice sounded strained and on the verge of going into a drill sergeant yell.
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The security of this organization is number one

Clyde Eastwood

"Yeah actually i did but im also going out with one of them now, she took a liking to me and my assests if you know what i mean"
Lt Col Eastwood
XO Marine Battlion

John Moore

The other 20 knew they were following John. "Get saddled up! Our target is the Delta Flyer! It may or may not be in the main structure of the outpost, so keep your eyes open and alert me THE MOMENT you see anything."

He climbed into the Puma and took the driver's seat.  The general emotions coming from the Marines was calmness. They had done this sort of thing dozens of times in the past.

Once everyone was on a Puma, they set off at high speeds towards the estimated location of the Flyer.

Patrick Brown

It is Possable, as there is the Rouge Faction of the Romluan Star Empire, Located nearby,Thank you Ensign, Do your Best, and Fire When Ready, also Work on an EM Pluse to Disable the Control Systems of the Cloaking Device,

*Patrick Presses the Commands on the Near By Operations Station to Open the Comm Channel to the Surface*

==^==Lothlorien to Balkazar, This is  Brown, there is no Way to gain current Intel Sensours are Usless on gathering Proper Inel in the Outpost, Gather Recon on your Own Time and Evac Personal, Lothlorien Out Until next Check in==^==
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Name:Patrick Brown
Rank:Brg.General
Postion:3rd in Command 17th SFMC

Voyager

Dolan headed back to his quarters after double checking things at Engineering.  He then decided to pursue a degree in Engineering in his free time and brush up on his skills.  Luckily he had already completed most of the credits required for an Engineering degree so he would only need several months to attain his degree.  Upon entering his quarters he accessed his files from Starfleet Academy and checked which credits he needed to finish his degree.  With only 6 credits missing and an one month course for each, he would be done in half a year.  He sent a notification to the Academy that he was going to continue his course in Engineering.  He picked one of the missing credits to study for and got the course requirements, required studies, and other related materials before heading to the mess hall to get some coffee and to begin studying.
William "Voyager" Dolan
Lieutenant Junior Grade
U.S.S. Normandy
Chief Science Officer
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Richard Brown

<Richard Beckond 7 Starfleet Officers to Follow Him>

Lets Go, we need to Secure the Hostages

*Richard fire a few Shots with his Phasers to Clear a Main to the Main Hall way*

*Richard takes out a Tricorder and started to Detect fain Lifesigns*

275 Meters Due East

<Richard ran down the Hallway before being Stoped by a group of 20 Felines defending the Main Access>

*Taps COmmuncator*

==^==Brown to Balkazar ourt Postion is 220 Meters due West, there is 20 Felines Forifying the Main Access to the Center Building, I dop'nt Have the FIrepower to enter we need reenforments==^==
Name: Richard Brown
Rank: Lieutennent
Poston:Cheif Tatical/Secuitery Officer
Station:U.S.S Normandy

John Simpson

<John heard the call and rushed down to the Brig carrying his medical handbag, once he reached the brig he gave a casual salute>

"Sir you called ?" Simpson said casually.
2nd Lt.
Combat Medic
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John Moore

Moore saluted the Colonel, showing a bit more of the respect that he'd been taught to this time. "Indeed it is, Colonel." he said, before continuing to inspect his rifle.

He could sense the emotions of the others in the room. They were calm, professional. They'd been through this sort of things dozens of times and John could sense that they were used to it. Good. He didn't push his way into their thoughts, however. Though on Betazed there were no secrets, John had found that most humans found it rude for him to go prying into their thoughts. Though John usually obliged by not doing this, sometimes this meant that certain things humans and other species said or did confused him, such as when a few civilians earlier had commented that the Marines were mindless emotionless killers...

Richard Brown

<Richard walked up to the Door of the Brig and Looked direcly at Balkazar>

You *Richard Glares at Balkazar*

As Per Starfleet Requlations you have no Grounds so release me Now, and I will forget this Happen, this is a Starfleet vessels as Marines you have no Grounds
Name: Richard Brown
Rank: Lieutennent
Poston:Cheif Tatical/Secuitery Officer
Station:U.S.S Normandy

Richard Brown

*Looks at Eastwood*

Sir, I will not do anything to Your Marines, they are Fellow Members of Starfleet, also I am not one to quell on the Past Mark my Words Sir, what ever Happened to Me on the Surface Wo'nt Happen Again, you of all pepole will understand what I will say next, in the Heat of Combat when you find out you caused the Deaths of Innocent Lifes I regret totaly what I have done to cause those deaths now, Sir what do you have in Mind for me to do to show Iam sinseer. other then the under torment knowing what I did to other human beings it makes the Uniform very heavy but Iam not going to turn and quit. so I say again Sir, what do you whant me to do to Proof my Self.
Name: Richard Brown
Rank: Lieutennent
Poston:Cheif Tatical/Secuitery Officer
Station:U.S.S Normandy

John Simpson

<Armory>

"Your too trigger happy Sargeant.  We go where Starfleet needs us.  If its romulans or heraani it doesnt matter, we go where we are needed the most." John said hiding the fact that the new sargeant was going to be more of a pain then a normal marine.
2nd Lt.
Combat Medic
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John Moore

"Sirs, if I may.." John spoke up, after having listened to the discussions for a short while.
"If I read correctly the datafiles on New Orleans class ships, they're equipped as standard with 6 Stafleet Avenger class Interceptors. Now, they should be more than adequate enough to handle the small amount of fighters the Felians might have. If those interceptors can make sure that this area" he indicated a clearing on the map "is clear, we can send some marines in in a Pelican to secure it. Once the area is secure, then we can move the rest of the Marines in. A small detachment would stay back to guard the DZ, while the other groups would go to find the Delta flyer and the missing personnel." he ventured.