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Left Behind

Posted on Sat Apr 30th, 2016 @ 6:32pm by

Mission: Hemlock's Field 2391 [USS Resolute-A]
Location: Marine Country
Timeline: Just after the mass beam out

Lance Corporal Jameson was cleaning his weapon, sitting at a long steel carbon table with several others from the detachment. Some where in uniform, a few marines were in in uniform BDU pants and a tee shirt or tank top. There was conversation, and laughter. Several plates of food and drink, this was down time. This was how enlisted marines unwind, no officers, just enlisted men and women having a good time.

Jameson listened to the conversations, but wasn't actually a part of any of them. He just listened and smiled, laughed at a few of the jokes. He was putting his weapon back together when Private Storm came over to him and sat down in the small space between him and another marine.

"LC," He started. "Some of the men want to know, if...."Storms question was cut off by the a strange sound. It was loud, awkwardly unfamiliar, then the computer alerts sounded.

Jameson pushed himself out of his seat as another Private went to the computer consel. "Someone tried to beam us out of the marine barracks." He said.

Jameson frowned. "The Kelstar," He said. "Son of a dick." The privates and other enlisted men were looking at him. "Storm, Thatcher and Torres, gear we're just gotta recon."

"Communication with the bridge?" Someone asked.

Jameson shook his head. "No... visual confirmation of Major Delvok or an NCO first." He said. "Someone tried to beam us off the ship, we need to know why before we go announcing that they failed."

"What about the rest of us?" Private Church asked.

"Get dressed, get geared up and stay here." He gestured to the weapons lockers. "Don't let anyone near those weapons."

That was when they heard the ships weapons fire. "Definitely, don't let anyone near those." Jameson retorted.

 

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