=/\= Marine CO's Officer USS-Charon =/\=
The communication cut off and Brent let out a soft exhale from his office. He was their leader now and it was his job. Brent put on a stoic face before he moved out into the hall and across into the Marine Barracks. He grunted once as their new NCO called for attention on deck. Brent nodded to the men around him as they all came to attention in various stages of undress. "Alright men and women. We have us a mission. We will be guarding the science and medical teams that will be going down onto the surface. We have no idea what we are up against there, but things are supposed to be a little dicy. Something about some wandering Romulan reunification group," Brent shook his head.
"Full armor, suit up immediately. SAW units, NCO's and myself will carry a Kinetic rifle for the extra firepower, standard phaser side arms. All others will be carrying phaser rifles set to stun. Weapons will be safed until I give the order. Contact is to be reported ASAP up the chain of command," the First Lieutenant said before letting his orders sink in. "Are there any questions."
The silence stayed as Brent looked around between his men as they stayed in perfect attention. "Good. Suit up. Time to earn our keep," he said. Brent looked around before turning and leaving the barracks. A few days ago he would have heard that speech and would be barking orders to his men to begin their preperations. Brent began his own preperations in his office, strapping himself into his armor and preparing for the inevitable. Around ten minutes later he was set up in the transporter room with the first group of his marines, awaiting the other members of the Away Team.
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commanding Officer
USS-Charon
