Post 32

Posted on Sat Apr 4th, 2015 @ 3:10pm by 1st Lieutenant Dalton Wakefield

Mission: Begin with a Bang
Location: Various, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
Timeline: May 15th, 2155 - 1410 hours

"Actual to Thegn, message over."

"This is Thegn, send, over," Came the reply from Staff Sergeant Ragnar, who had been given the callsign from Norse history, denoting an experienced warrior, trusted above others in a Jarl's militia. Fitting for a First Sergeant.

"Stand to, Salamander 1-1 and 1-2 to deploy individuals to the following locations, Wait one," Dalton said, not missing a step, taking out his PADD to relay the information. His tone was clear but low as he walked briskly through the corridors. Tapping the send button, he then saw the received receipt for the message.

"Salamander units to stay at these positions until relieved only by other Salamander personnel. Garrison loadout. Head to the Armoury and assign each Salamander with a Security partner, who are to report only to the Salamander they are with. Any movement of Starfleet personnel is to be reported through our people. Action this time now," He continued entering the turbolift.

"Affirm, Oscar mike in 2 mikes."

"Copy Thegn, out to you, Actual to Helix, message over," Dalton said, now opening up a channel to his section medic.

"Helix here Actual, send traffic."

"Helix report to MACO operations and set up a communications den. Take record of Salamander comms, over." Stepping out of the turbolift on F Deck, and proceeding straight to the Armoury.

"Copy Actual, wilco."

"Acknowledged out," he slipped his communicator away. Before making a turn into the large armoury.

Dalton marveled at the damage, scorched wall panels and circuitry, most being replaced by Engineers who ferried back and forth. It was marvellous that the explosion had not struck the magazines and taken the saucer with it. He presumed the man he wanted was here overseeing the repairs.

"I need an Ensign Wilson please," Dalton said, startling some in the quiet busy room.

"Whaddya need," A voice from the corner said, in a distinct Australian accent, Wilson popped into view, his eyes widened slightly seeing the MACO in his distinct camouflage uniform, in stark contrast to the monotone panels behind him, "…Sir."

"At ease Ensign, I need your cooperation, 8 of your best bodies to head to the following locations as sentries," he said, handing across a PADD, "The Captain has given me authority to secure vital areas for the time being," Dalton explained.

Wilson nodded, looking annoyed, "Sure thing sir."

It looked like he hadn't slept for the best part of a day, "One less thing for me to do," he sighed.

"It's only temporary, until the investigation is over. I do however need your people to report through mine, whatever they do, wherever they go. And Sidearms only."

"Yup, no worries," Wilson continued, "Was there anything else?"

"What part of Australia are you from?" Dalton asked, changing tact.

"Melbourne, why do you ask?" Wilson said, slightly shocked at the question.

"I grew up in Melbourne, till I was 15," he said with a slightly more Australian tang to his accent.

"No kidding!" He outstretched his hand "Mark Wilson," he said as Dalton shook it.

"Dalton Wakefield, good to meet you Mark," He said, "I will have to leave you to it, I need your people in place in 5 minutes," And with one final nod Dalton took his leave. Time to meet the XO.