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USS Albion NCC-6212-A is a part of 
Star Trek Cold Front.
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Erik Gunnarson [22] Travel to exotic far off places, Meet strange new people, Then kill them.
Celeste Calhoun [22] Half Vulcan, Half Human, Trying to find where she belongs.
Tyvya Idrani [22] "Duty. Honor. And a bucket of, shall we say, butt kicking. Shall we go, Captain?"
Virana Kalre [17] Second Officer and Wing Commander
Anthony Kell [16] "Sometimes the best course of action is one you don't expect...."
Dezhe [15] leghlaHchu'be'chugh mIn lo'laHbe' taj jej
Hannam Letant [12] "One day I shall return home to a free and whole Romulus."
Dorath Yevel [11] "I miss the days when we just met new life and new civilizations. At least we didn't have to worry about war all that much, back then."
Harper West [9] "What should we do Captain?"
R'Larn [9] Assistant chief medical officer
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"Hot Chocolate, sweet" Gunnarson dictated to the replicator. "I have a bit of a sweet tooth myself". He turned as Sergeant Ocran and Baker Squad jogged into the hangar under the gaze of the flight crew carrying what looked like half the ships armoury and a good portion of it's tools. They deposited them near the shuttle the two officers were standing next 2 and salute "Reporting as ordered Sir." Sergeant Ocran said with a smile as Gunnarson checked his chrono. "Seven minutes and 19 seconds. Not a bad time Marine. Yourselves and Ensign Hernandez will be brainstorming a way of conducting a forcible and rapid entry via one of these shuttle craft." He pointed to their prospective rides. "If transporters are out we're going to have to do it the old fashioned way. Dismissed."
He watched as the Marines met the flight crew and technicians. "It's good to have them work this out between the 2 departments. Also doing it by themselves will strengthen their problem solving skills. I'm rather curious as to what exactly they'll come up with." Gunnarson then settled in to await what would happen next
He watched as the Marines met the flight crew and technicians. "It's good to have them work this out between the 2 departments. Also doing it by themselves will strengthen their problem solving skills. I'm rather curious as to what exactly they'll come up with." Gunnarson then settled in to await what would happen next
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"Indeed." Virana sipped her coffee and leaned back against the wall, her posture casual yet poised as though ready to jump into motion at any moment. When the Captain made his decision on what he wanted his crew to do he would no doubt expect immediate action.
Chafing at the wait, she had never dealt well with prolonged waiting periods, she began tapping her foot more out of habit than conscious thought.
Chafing at the wait, she had never dealt well with prolonged waiting periods, she began tapping her foot more out of habit than conscious thought.
Security was roaming the halls, reporting regularly that there were no anomalies, and Tyvya herself was itching to be a part of some kind of action. Security was usually sent on Away Missions, depending on the Captain, and she hoped there would be something like that soon. Or that they would take care of this Romulan threat and get back to exploring the galaxy. Thankfully she had not had to deal with too much vacation time in her career, it didn't set well with her Andorian soul. Many of her fellow crew on ships past had relished any chance to get away from the ship, but Tyvya hated the idea that things could happen without her. Even with a competent or an excellent staff, she didn't like leaving her ship completely unattended.
She turned to her Captain. She trusted that he would make the right decision, whether it involved action or not. Space was a big place, after all, there was plenty time for the kind of encounters that made her blood sing. She hoped this particular encounter was a quick one, as her stomach was beginning to tighten and complain, thankfully silently, that she needed to eat, and soon.
"Well, sir? What are your orders?"
She turned to her Captain. She trusted that he would make the right decision, whether it involved action or not. Space was a big place, after all, there was plenty time for the kind of encounters that made her blood sing. She hoped this particular encounter was a quick one, as her stomach was beginning to tighten and complain, thankfully silently, that she needed to eat, and soon.
"Well, sir? What are your orders?"
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Captain Anthony Kell
As the saying goes, all's fair in love and war so far so good, as each of the senior staff materialised as he intended onto the Bridge and immediately adjusted themselves according to the situation they now faced, both internally and externally. Despite the lack of preparation due to the sudden appearance of the romulan vessel, the crew were responding quickly which was always a good sign, especially on the Flagship that was leading the way. It was one thing to serve on a Flagship, even more so to command a Flagship, but the most important is whether it was a functional Flagship, such that certainly proved to be the case as he heard each of the senior staff communicating with their staff via the comms, followed by the marines and fighters reporting him from Captain Gunnarson and Commander Kalre respectively. No doubt Harper was busy yet it was concerning that he hadn't made a report for his department.
Nevertheless, such matters would be addressed at a later date as Lieutenant Ral activated the ship's thrusters with the ship lunging forwards slowly out of space dock, being cautious not to scratch the paintwork. Usually the first assignment started so smoothly with his piloting being the center of attention as the ship got underway on its maiden voyage, but it seemed that the Albion would not get such a chance and nor would the crew, such that was an implied condition in serving a Flagship no doubt. Nevertheless, things in Starfleet were never what they seem, nor were things ever easy, though there was no harm in putting such ideology across, even in the most serious situations.
"Captain, I suggest we hail them, and if they do not respond, fire a warning shot across their bow and prepare to destroy the ship. Or, if you prefer, we could board the ship ourselves and apprehend the Romulan", Tyvya suggested, followed by Nathan who seemed to have a similar idea, "Hail them sir maybe they are in some kind of distress? Alternatively we could head out towards the ship and try and lock on with our tractor beam sir". Anthony of course had his own plan in mind, but like with the previous meeting in the lounge, he sought to find out what was on the mind of his crew, because at some point he would be part of an away mission and leaving others to continue in his position as he certainly could not be at more than one place at once.
Hannam brought up a significant point that a "regular warbird could be run by just one person", so perhaps this was no regular warbird, or perhaps the sensors were misleading, Afterall, each year advances with developments or introductions of new technology and it was no secret upon the surrender of the Belak that Romulans were being resourceful. There was certainly an element of irony that the Klingons were also being resourceful by the timing of their attack, no matter how wrong the attack was, but clearly the Romulan-Klingon war had certainly put the Federation in a difficult position, such that Hannam highlighted on a more personal level that affected him as she asked, "Captain...If the vessel is piloted by a Romulan, and if he or she requests asylum...will you grant it?". Despite the clear concerns of Hannam's position as a Romulan and Anthony's position as a Starfleet Captain, sitting on the precipace of a potential war, he replied, "Regardless of our circumstances, we cannot change who we are, so by all means asylum would be granted without a doubt", wishing to assure his first officer. Captain Janeway was also put into a similar situation in the Delta Quadrant where she held onto Federation principles regardless of their fight for survival with potential enemies around them and little allies. If Voyager can hold onto principles solo in such conditions, then there was no reason why the Federation or the Albion should not hold onto them also, regardless of relations with the Klingons.
"Well, sir? What are your orders?", Tyvya asked as he pulled away from Hannam and clapped his hands to get attention, "Yes! Lieutenant Ral, move to an intercept course for the romulan warbird. If that doesn't rock their boat, I don't know what will.....", giving his orders and adding a little humour to lighten the mood before proceeding with his remaining orders as he cracked his knuckles and then turning to Nathan, "I would like you to work with the Engineering staff and get to work on preparing a repulsion beam. If the pilot is a desperado, we do not wish to give him or her the means of destablising us"[/b], then turning to Tyvya, "I would like you to work with the marines to prepare to board, though be cautious if the pilot is a desperado or if the scans prove false. Work with Intelligence in that regard and advise medical of possible casualties to prepare for, should the worst-case scenario occur", letting Tyvya take the lead on this one.
There was a greater concern however on Anthony's mind as he tapped his commbadge, =A= Commander Kalre this is Captain Kell. Incase the scan proves false, I would like a squad sent out to scout the area of any possible reinforcements this vessel has, in particular any Klingon activity, just incase this is a ploy which I am not a fan of falling for..... =A= before turning to Hannam incase she had anything to add. Scans certainly proved to be helpful but sometimes they were misleading and the best way to find out was the old fashioned way......
Nevertheless, such matters would be addressed at a later date as Lieutenant Ral activated the ship's thrusters with the ship lunging forwards slowly out of space dock, being cautious not to scratch the paintwork. Usually the first assignment started so smoothly with his piloting being the center of attention as the ship got underway on its maiden voyage, but it seemed that the Albion would not get such a chance and nor would the crew, such that was an implied condition in serving a Flagship no doubt. Nevertheless, things in Starfleet were never what they seem, nor were things ever easy, though there was no harm in putting such ideology across, even in the most serious situations.
"Captain, I suggest we hail them, and if they do not respond, fire a warning shot across their bow and prepare to destroy the ship. Or, if you prefer, we could board the ship ourselves and apprehend the Romulan", Tyvya suggested, followed by Nathan who seemed to have a similar idea, "Hail them sir maybe they are in some kind of distress? Alternatively we could head out towards the ship and try and lock on with our tractor beam sir". Anthony of course had his own plan in mind, but like with the previous meeting in the lounge, he sought to find out what was on the mind of his crew, because at some point he would be part of an away mission and leaving others to continue in his position as he certainly could not be at more than one place at once.
Hannam brought up a significant point that a "regular warbird could be run by just one person", so perhaps this was no regular warbird, or perhaps the sensors were misleading, Afterall, each year advances with developments or introductions of new technology and it was no secret upon the surrender of the Belak that Romulans were being resourceful. There was certainly an element of irony that the Klingons were also being resourceful by the timing of their attack, no matter how wrong the attack was, but clearly the Romulan-Klingon war had certainly put the Federation in a difficult position, such that Hannam highlighted on a more personal level that affected him as she asked, "Captain...If the vessel is piloted by a Romulan, and if he or she requests asylum...will you grant it?". Despite the clear concerns of Hannam's position as a Romulan and Anthony's position as a Starfleet Captain, sitting on the precipace of a potential war, he replied, "Regardless of our circumstances, we cannot change who we are, so by all means asylum would be granted without a doubt", wishing to assure his first officer. Captain Janeway was also put into a similar situation in the Delta Quadrant where she held onto Federation principles regardless of their fight for survival with potential enemies around them and little allies. If Voyager can hold onto principles solo in such conditions, then there was no reason why the Federation or the Albion should not hold onto them also, regardless of relations with the Klingons.
"Well, sir? What are your orders?", Tyvya asked as he pulled away from Hannam and clapped his hands to get attention, "Yes! Lieutenant Ral, move to an intercept course for the romulan warbird. If that doesn't rock their boat, I don't know what will.....", giving his orders and adding a little humour to lighten the mood before proceeding with his remaining orders as he cracked his knuckles and then turning to Nathan, "I would like you to work with the Engineering staff and get to work on preparing a repulsion beam. If the pilot is a desperado, we do not wish to give him or her the means of destablising us"[/b], then turning to Tyvya, "I would like you to work with the marines to prepare to board, though be cautious if the pilot is a desperado or if the scans prove false. Work with Intelligence in that regard and advise medical of possible casualties to prepare for, should the worst-case scenario occur", letting Tyvya take the lead on this one.
There was a greater concern however on Anthony's mind as he tapped his commbadge, =A= Commander Kalre this is Captain Kell. Incase the scan proves false, I would like a squad sent out to scout the area of any possible reinforcements this vessel has, in particular any Klingon activity, just incase this is a ploy which I am not a fan of falling for..... =A= before turning to Hannam incase she had anything to add. Scans certainly proved to be helpful but sometimes they were misleading and the best way to find out was the old fashioned way......
(OOC: I have tagged everyone and divided orders for departmental collaboration which I liked to see between the marines and the fighters. Anyone have any questions, contact me via pm or via ooc. This will also be a good way of seeing who remains and what spots we need to fill)
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Virana was sipping her coffee whilst reading a report on a datapad when her commbadge chirped and the Captain's voice spoke through it. Beside her Gunnerson was reading his own report and also checking out what their joint team had begun to come up with jury rigging wise. As she heard the Captain's orders she grinned and gulped down the last of her coffee, finally her team were going to get to take these babies out and see what they were made off.
"Aye Captain." She responded before clapping her hands and raising her voice. "Alright people listen up!"
She waited as the hangar slowly ground to a halt waiting to hear what she had to say. "Captain wants us to go out and have a look see, he wants to know if this bird is alone or part of a flock. Alpha Team to your ships asap! Flight crews prepare to launch and Beta Team be ready in case I give the holler."
Her people jumped to obey and soon the sounds of cockpits being closed and engines starting could be heard inside the hangar, she saw Alpha Team were ready and nodded a signal to the officer manning the controls for the hangar doors. He tapped various keys and soon the ships in Alpha Squadron were launching into space one after another. She had briefed Apha's squadron leader on his orders and though she did not yet know her crew she believed they were up to the task. She stared after them longingly wishing she could go with them but she was needed here and duty was more important than pleasure. But still...
She tapped her Commbadge."Kalre to the Captain, Alpha Squadron launched. Proceeding to scout the area. I will update you once I receive their intel. Kalre out."
She looked sideways at Gunnerson who had been watching the proceedings. "Damn but I wish I could go with them!"
"Aye Captain." She responded before clapping her hands and raising her voice. "Alright people listen up!"
She waited as the hangar slowly ground to a halt waiting to hear what she had to say. "Captain wants us to go out and have a look see, he wants to know if this bird is alone or part of a flock. Alpha Team to your ships asap! Flight crews prepare to launch and Beta Team be ready in case I give the holler."
Her people jumped to obey and soon the sounds of cockpits being closed and engines starting could be heard inside the hangar, she saw Alpha Team were ready and nodded a signal to the officer manning the controls for the hangar doors. He tapped various keys and soon the ships in Alpha Squadron were launching into space one after another. She had briefed Apha's squadron leader on his orders and though she did not yet know her crew she believed they were up to the task. She stared after them longingly wishing she could go with them but she was needed here and duty was more important than pleasure. But still...
She tapped her Commbadge."Kalre to the Captain, Alpha Squadron launched. Proceeding to scout the area. I will update you once I receive their intel. Kalre out."
She looked sideways at Gunnerson who had been watching the proceedings. "Damn but I wish I could go with them!"
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Gunnarson streched and looked over at her. "No way am I getting left behind, I'm going in with my boys" he grinned savagely. He rolled his shoulders readjusting his armour and hitched up his pistol belt. He checked his 4 knives, checked the sights on his rifle and flipped the safety on and off. Then he checked his grenade pouches and his hold out phaser in his boot. He looked over at Viranas slightly quizzical slightly surprised expression and just shrugged. "What? I like to be prepared. Plus whoever heard of a soldier packing too many guns. Anyways, I'm sure you want to keep an eye on those guys, we'll keep working on explosive entry solutions." He nodded to her and strode off to where the Marines and Pilots were bickering at one another over the explosives.
"I would like you to work with the marines to prepare to board, though be cautious if the pilot is a desperado or if the scans prove false. Work with Intelligence in that regard and advise medical of possible casualties to prepare for, should the worst-case scenario occur."
"Yes, Captain." Tyvya responded. She turned. "Lieutenant Katogh, you have command over the patrols, keep me apprised if we have hostiles."
Captain Gunnarson she found with the Marines and Pilots in the hangar, among quite a bit of unregulated hubbub in her mind. She'd com'd four of her Security staff while she strode quickly to the area, and they stood behind her as she addressed him. "Captain Gunnarson, we'll be accompanying you and assisting in this endeavor, as per Captain's orders. How would you like to coordinate boarding the vessel, and how can we assist?"
Tyvya was confident that Security could assist the Marines and be an asset in the mission, but she hoped that Captain Gunnarson would coordinate and work with them in the most effective way possible. It was a cooperative venture, to be sure, but in this case she was willing to let the Marines take the lead in strategy as they were already deploying. It also might lead to better relations in the future, as it was never good if the Security staff and Marines were at odds, so she hoped by showing Captain Gunnarson the respect of hearing out his plan and offering help she would show her willingness to work as a team. She wished she knew him better, because this was difficult ground for a new crew.
"Yes, Captain." Tyvya responded. She turned. "Lieutenant Katogh, you have command over the patrols, keep me apprised if we have hostiles."
Captain Gunnarson she found with the Marines and Pilots in the hangar, among quite a bit of unregulated hubbub in her mind. She'd com'd four of her Security staff while she strode quickly to the area, and they stood behind her as she addressed him. "Captain Gunnarson, we'll be accompanying you and assisting in this endeavor, as per Captain's orders. How would you like to coordinate boarding the vessel, and how can we assist?"
Tyvya was confident that Security could assist the Marines and be an asset in the mission, but she hoped that Captain Gunnarson would coordinate and work with them in the most effective way possible. It was a cooperative venture, to be sure, but in this case she was willing to let the Marines take the lead in strategy as they were already deploying. It also might lead to better relations in the future, as it was never good if the Security staff and Marines were at odds, so she hoped by showing Captain Gunnarson the respect of hearing out his plan and offering help she would show her willingness to work as a team. She wished she knew him better, because this was difficult ground for a new crew.
Gunnarson heard footsteps coming up behind them as he surveyed the chaotic efforts of the flightcrew and marines.
"Captain Gunnarson, we'll be accompanying you and assisting in this endeavor, as per Captain's orders. How would you like to coordinate boarding the vessel, and how can we assist?"
He turned around, registered that she was a lieutenant commander and lazily waved a salute. "Lieutenant Commander Idrani, glad you could join us" he drawled. "Myself and Colonel Harper will be leading our strike teams in assaults on the bridge and engineering. If we are looking at a suicide run it's imperative that we reach those two sections first. However in doing so we will not have time to clear the rest of the ship. That's where your Security forces come in; As we clear each section on the way there I'd like to leave some of your boys behind as rear security. Colonel Harper would probably do the same, Think you can drum up four more likely lads or lasses?"
Tyvya spoke her piece. When she was done Gunnarson told her. "One more thing, when we go, your security teams need to stay behind my marines. Your coming on this trip is conditional to you agreeing to that. My marines are armoured we have grenades and we're used to working as an assault squad. This gives everyone the best chance of survival." He flipped a knife out of his vest and caught it by the blade. He offered it to her hilt first. "Want a knife?"
"Captain Gunnarson, we'll be accompanying you and assisting in this endeavor, as per Captain's orders. How would you like to coordinate boarding the vessel, and how can we assist?"
He turned around, registered that she was a lieutenant commander and lazily waved a salute. "Lieutenant Commander Idrani, glad you could join us" he drawled. "Myself and Colonel Harper will be leading our strike teams in assaults on the bridge and engineering. If we are looking at a suicide run it's imperative that we reach those two sections first. However in doing so we will not have time to clear the rest of the ship. That's where your Security forces come in; As we clear each section on the way there I'd like to leave some of your boys behind as rear security. Colonel Harper would probably do the same, Think you can drum up four more likely lads or lasses?"
Tyvya spoke her piece. When she was done Gunnarson told her. "One more thing, when we go, your security teams need to stay behind my marines. Your coming on this trip is conditional to you agreeing to that. My marines are armoured we have grenades and we're used to working as an assault squad. This gives everyone the best chance of survival." He flipped a knife out of his vest and caught it by the blade. He offered it to her hilt first. "Want a knife?"
"As we clear each section on the way there I'd like to leave some of your boys behind as rear security. Colonel Harper would probably do the same, Think you can drum up four more likely lads or lasses?"
"That won't be a problem, Captain Gunnarson. Your strategy is sound." She turned on her com and chose four more security officers, largely at random. If they'd known each other longer she'd have been able to choose with knowledge of each officers' expertise, and their files weren't as detailed as she'd like. This coming confrontation, however, would give her a foundation to start compiling her own files on her staff.
"One more thing, when we go, your security teams need to stay behind my marines. Your coming on this trip is conditional to you agreeing to that. My marines are armoured we have grenades and we're used to working as an assault squad. This gives everyone the best chance of survival. Want a knife?"
Tyvya took the knife, weighing it for a moment in her hand. "Thank you, athough I usually prefer my hands I would never refuse additional weapons." A nice gesture, although she had no idea if it meant anything beyond the straightforward to humans. "I am agreeable to keep my staff behind yours, as the situation demands it, although I am sure there are times where we will fight side by side in future. I am not fond of the rear guard," she said, feeling loquacious perhaps in gratitude for the loaning of the knife, "but I can recognize when it is necessary for battle." Her four additional staff came in, saluted, and joined their fellow security staff. "We are prepared to leave when you are."
"That won't be a problem, Captain Gunnarson. Your strategy is sound." She turned on her com and chose four more security officers, largely at random. If they'd known each other longer she'd have been able to choose with knowledge of each officers' expertise, and their files weren't as detailed as she'd like. This coming confrontation, however, would give her a foundation to start compiling her own files on her staff.
"One more thing, when we go, your security teams need to stay behind my marines. Your coming on this trip is conditional to you agreeing to that. My marines are armoured we have grenades and we're used to working as an assault squad. This gives everyone the best chance of survival. Want a knife?"
Tyvya took the knife, weighing it for a moment in her hand. "Thank you, athough I usually prefer my hands I would never refuse additional weapons." A nice gesture, although she had no idea if it meant anything beyond the straightforward to humans. "I am agreeable to keep my staff behind yours, as the situation demands it, although I am sure there are times where we will fight side by side in future. I am not fond of the rear guard," she said, feeling loquacious perhaps in gratitude for the loaning of the knife, "but I can recognize when it is necessary for battle." Her four additional staff came in, saluted, and joined their fellow security staff. "We are prepared to leave when you are."
Well she was a bit stuffy but who knows, maybe she was just shy around other people. "Suit yourself ma'am, but I find you can never be carrying too many implements to hurt people." He gave her a wolfish grin as fired up his 2 pistols to check them then shut them down. "If I could get that back after the mission though I'd appreciate it" he said with a significant look, thereby completing the good luck ritual. You always had to ask for stuff back, it was bad ju-ju not to. Because if you asked for it back then they had to be alive to give it to you. Or buy a round the night before a mission, then tell the other person they could get the next one, you both had to be around to collect on it.
He pulled her aside for a second "Listen, ma'am, I understand that you and your forces want to be up front with us, but I've got a bad feeling about this, everything is taking too long, it's too quiet and there's not enough information. I'm glad you're along with us because I get the feeling that by the end of this my marines and I will be glad we had someone watching our backs. I'd keep this to yourself for now, no sens in getting anyone else too riled up." He tapped his nose at her and walked off yelling at the marines. "Sergeant Ocran! What the HELL are you boys doing to my explosives!!" As the sergeant explained, Gunnarson began to smile. "Well done Sergeant, full points for being a devious bastard." "Yes sir! Thank you sir!"
He pulled her aside for a second "Listen, ma'am, I understand that you and your forces want to be up front with us, but I've got a bad feeling about this, everything is taking too long, it's too quiet and there's not enough information. I'm glad you're along with us because I get the feeling that by the end of this my marines and I will be glad we had someone watching our backs. I'd keep this to yourself for now, no sens in getting anyone else too riled up." He tapped his nose at her and walked off yelling at the marines. "Sergeant Ocran! What the HELL are you boys doing to my explosives!!" As the sergeant explained, Gunnarson began to smile. "Well done Sergeant, full points for being a devious bastard." "Yes sir! Thank you sir!"
Tyvya cocked her head, deciding to allow herself a trivial question before they went out into the unknown. Uncharacteristic, perhaps, but 'small talk' had been shown to improve relations among crew members. "Is this a human custom I have missed, lending out weapons? I have never run across it before, but I admit that my studies in your culture were not as complete as my studies in other areas." Namely weapons and combat. Tyvya had not been shy about directing her studies towards her strengths, and while she completed all her classes with competence, she excelled in those pertaining to her military background. She'd also been a part of a small band, unfortunately ungraded, but had not been able to find one at her skill level at every ship she'd been stationed at. Perhaps this ship had a few musicians?
To his second point, Tyvya nodded as she replied, "I understand. It is better to be prepared for the worse, and I am honored to have your 'back,' in this engagement."
She turned her head to address her staff, "I want everyone in strict Beta-four formation, and when you are stationed behind you are to keep at strict attention. The Marines will need our assistance and I will not allow us to let them down. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Chief!" her staff replied, and she nodded in approval. She hoped to keep as many alive as possible, and cooperating with the Marines--as well as protecting their rear guard--was essential to her honor as well as to all of their survival. Tyvya was sure they would make the Captain proud in their first engagement, and if they didn't, she would sure as shax know who was responsible and why. There was no room for slackers or errors when lives were at stake.
To his second point, Tyvya nodded as she replied, "I understand. It is better to be prepared for the worse, and I am honored to have your 'back,' in this engagement."
She turned her head to address her staff, "I want everyone in strict Beta-four formation, and when you are stationed behind you are to keep at strict attention. The Marines will need our assistance and I will not allow us to let them down. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Chief!" her staff replied, and she nodded in approval. She hoped to keep as many alive as possible, and cooperating with the Marines--as well as protecting their rear guard--was essential to her honor as well as to all of their survival. Tyvya was sure they would make the Captain proud in their first engagement, and if they didn't, she would sure as shax know who was responsible and why. There was no room for slackers or errors when lives were at stake.
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