=/\= USS-Charon, Marine Barracks =/\=
Brent had just finished putting his pistol back together. It hadn't taken long, the device had barely been used on the surface before they had switched over to the Kinetic rifles. He approved of the full charge in the cell before putting the small pistol into his holster and picked up his armor, and moved over towards the barracks where most of his men were at.
The Marines went to attention, which Brent readily dismissed down and told them to carry on. He was proud of his men and what they had done on the planet. It wasn't so easy for a group of fresh Marines to come through in a clinch like that. They were gaining experiance, and soon Brent would have to demand much more. He grinned at his men and handed his armor off to the nearby Private First Class. Brent made the joke that the PFC should be sure to shine it up real good in the mean time. The men assembled chuckled slightly. Brent nodded at the men and decided to take his leave. He didn't want to interfer with their time as enlisted men, having an officer there would only make things uneasy. Brent was about to turn and leave when the entire scene was distrupted rather rudely by the haze of a green transporter beam.
Brent was stunned, as was the rest of his men. Two heavily armed Romulans had beamed down directly into their barracks. Apparently the Romulans needed to update their information on the Charon's locations and hard points. The Romulans were begining to draw their weapons when Brent reacted first. His clenched fist struck first, against the side of the Romulans neck. He didn't hold back, not a single iota of his strength was restrained, and the results showed. The Romulan's head didn't just get a severe case of whiplash or even cause it to break. The entire head flew across the room, severed from the force of the impact. Brent was about to strike the other Romulan when he three phase pistol blasts caught him in the chest, disrupting his body too much for even the most skilled Federation surgeon to recover any hopes of life.
The Intruder Klaxons came on shortly there after. 'Beter late than never,' Brent said as he drew his pistol. "Marines! Lock and load. All units Phase rifles. Set to kill, flash bangs only. Suit up! First Squad get suited now second squad watch their asses." Brent motioned for two nearby Marines to come with him. The three of them moved out into the corridor only to find it eerily empty. The three Marines guarded their exit carefully while the others were suited up. When they switched Brent put his suit on quickly before patching himself into the com system as fast as he could. "Lieutenant Warren to Captain Rehu or any senior staff. We have dispatched two intruding Romulans in the Barracks. After that bit of rudeness we are ready to secure the ship."
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS-Charon
