--- SD240912.06 - USS Charon ---
The first person Eithne wanted to check on was the Marine who was in charge of the marine squad that defended the away team. She was sure that if it wasn't for them, the team would have been massacred if it were not for the defense. Finally after a moment of thought, still on the fact that her implant was no longer helping her, she pressed the chime for his office.
Brent wasn't busy, but he wasn't twiddling his thumbs either. He was inspecting his suit for cracks and other problems after the fire fight. He would have one of his sergeants go over it as well for a second set of eyes later. He nodded in approval as nothing had apparently damaged his suit.
He heard the door chime and wondered who was disturbing him.
He looked down and removed the power cell and the barrel of his pistol before he finally called out. "Enter!" wondering who wanted to disturb him.
Slowly she moved into the office, her exotic eyes scanning the room before they rested on the man who seemed to be busy working on his pistol. " Lieutenant?" She asked before continuing. " I came to see how you were fairing out."
Brent looked up from the power cell and immediately stood up and went to attention. "Commander," he said in a respectful tone. "Me? I'm fairing quite well. I just got done checking my suit for compromises to its integrity and now I'm working on my pistol making sure its clean as well," he said. "How is everyone else holding up after the mission?"
Giving him a nod to ease himself she gave him a soft smile. " I can honestly say I do not know how the others are fairing out other then yourself and me... I wanted to come and see how you and your marines were first hand... Since you playing a big part in keeps us all safe down there." Even though she barely remembered what happened, she was going by her assumption.
Brent moved to ease at her motion to set himself down from formality. "Thank you ma'am. I'll pass on your compliments to the men. I haven't had any reports cross my desks about problems aside from a concussion that was acquired on our bumpy reentry," Brent said.
Her hand reached back and rubbed the scar that was the result of her implant being removed. " I have to say I can relate to the concussion... Were there many lost in the ambush?" She asked though she partly was sure she already knew the answer.
Brent shook his head. "The security Ensign. I didn't catch his name. He took a disruptor blast in the faceplate and went down," Brent said. "None of my men were hurt, and I don't think any of the other officers were injured. All of the Romulan troops were killed. As for civilians..." Brent let the idea hang in the air for a moment.
"I made the call that they were going to die in a few minutes because of the airborne virus. I think there was some in the building we brought down on the armed soldiers. We didn't get a count on them."
She sighed when there are mention of the civilians who were killed by the virus, her face showed her feelings with a present grimace. " I still am a little saddened that we were unable to do something about the Virus..." She is going to have to ask the doctor if any samples were taken to analyze. She nodded and gave him a confident smile none the less.
" Forward my thanks to your men... I am glad none of them were harmed..." She should call for a debriefing meeting about the mission.
"I will ma'am. How are you faring after the away mission?" he asked as Brent just realized he had not ask her that. She had been kind enough to come down and ask him about he and his men, he should return the favor.
Nodding she almost forgot to answer before she stopped herself and answered him. " Oh... I am fairing better... We will all see just how well in due time I am sure. " She gave him a soft smile.
Brent raised an eyebrow. "Alright. You take care of yourself then Commander," Brent wasn't one to poke his nose into others business, and to do so to a superior officer would have been in very poor taste.
She offered him and smiled and a nod. " Thank you again Lieutenant." Was the last she said before she left him to return to his pistol and was off to call for a mission debriefing for the rest of the team when they were able too.
--- End ---
Commander Eithne Katris
Executive Officer
USS - Charon
&
Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS-Charon
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" Live each day as if it were your last...Don't do anything you will regret later...Let it happen...It was meant to be...Don't fight it..It's your destiny"
