Subj : Re: MILK] Move 1a
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From : mbottorff@sprintmail.com
Date : Sun Apr 30 2000 04:59 pm

From: mbottorff@sprintmail.com (Michelle & Boyd Bottorff)
Subject: Re: MILK] Move 1a


> > "Sgt. Sletus, break out the armor and weapons.  This doesn't look as
> > clean as starfleet would like.  Captain Travis, scan the area for signs
> > of either advanced weaponry or obvious leaders of that rabble.

> Travis is already manipulating the controls with experienced fingers.
> "Nobody's acting like they own the joint," she observes, "but some of the
> suckers coming over the walls have phasers and-"
> 
> Travis is interrupted as a marine below sprawls backward in a curious red
> mist. You can see that the upper-right quadrant of his torso is gone, and
> realize what the mist was.
> 
> "-railguns," Travis finishes with a bitter tone.
> 
> Chien spits an expletive, and the drop-ship heels left hard. The embassy
> compound faces west, with the fire coming from the northwest corner. This is
> the direction the drop-ship has turned to so that its dense hide shields
> both the beleaguered marines and its own clam-shell doors in the stern.
> Railgun pellets crack off the hull as the craft settles on its landing
> struts, engines still screaming. Without even the slightest turn of her head
> from her controls, Chien jerks a gloved thumb toward the stern.
> 
> Of course Gunnery Sergeant Sletus is ahead of the game, being on the move
> rapidly to the rear doors. Since drop-ships are essentially 23rd century
> landing craft, you already are in your armor and have your gear ready.  The
> fire is coming from 40m away, the previously-pinned grunts are 4m behind the
> craft, and the main buildings are 20m east. Naturally, the shooting and
> maestrom of a landing drop-ship (imagine a Harrier 2/3rd the size of the US
> Shuttle) have people running around in panic.
> 
> Actions?

"Sgt. Sletus, we're probably going to be swarmed by those marines
immediatly-- I'm putting you in charge of them.  Try to keep them calm.
I'm going to need to know where the embassy staff is ASAP.

"Travis, do the scanners show anybody still in the embassy?

"Oh, and Sletus, we're going to need something to inspire the masses."
With that, Roem looks for any sort of easily removable rank insignia to
put on Sletus's uniform.  [If this was NextGen era, he'ld grab spare
neck pips-- off Chien if he had to-- and stick them on Sletus.
Unfortunately, I can't remember how rank was displayed in TOS, or if it
was even removable.]

If the marines panic and rush into the craft, Roem looks for one of the
calmer ones and will ask him where the embassy staff is.  If the marines
don't panic, Roem will check for people targeting him, and if he deems
it safe, will bolt for where the marines are, and ask the same question.

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