Ops Communications

[Balkazar]

OOC**You are such a pain, dont even give me the chance to guess!!.  Sheesh :P

IC**

"Thousands, we just rebuilt the damn city!.  RICHERD! get down there to the base and Mobilize every man you can.  I want Puma's going and I want the Pelicans in the air.  Have them armed with phaser cannons, turn them into mobile fortresses if needed.  Then send out scouts to lay traps and use Guerilla warefare.  Make sure every man is in full combat gear and have them pack extra gear for the cadets GO!" he roared to Richerd.

"Take O'clare." he shouted.

"Julian can we get a trajectory course?" he inquired.

[William Richerd]

=A= Richerd to Balkazar... we have secured all but one room on the sealed deck... However, we have found that not only does this deck have power, but there is one room that has it's doors jammed shut. It has controls that seem to be controlling this situation, but... there is only one way in and that way is jammed, I need some assitance down here, Cook is raking his brains but I do not think a toy robot mouse would hold enough knock out gas to work to our advantage. Richerd out. =A=

Richerd glared at the Commander who suggested using a cat toy, He doubt that it would work and as such, he needed something else, he was not going to send anyone to get some toy to get into this room.

[Will Karelia]

Karelia sighed softly, and approached the desk. "Sir," he began, "I've been on this station for the better part of two years now, and I've been on time, every time, since my first day here. Before that, on DS12, the same held true. I won't make some long-winded excuse about how I couldn't make it to Ops. I chose not to come. Not out of any sort of spite, but because I had something that was more important to me."