USS PATRIOT: Clarkson's office -> Holodeck ("Three Questions")
From: Nai Lara (nai_lara_at_internode.on.net)
Date: Mon Jun 02 2008 - 00:42:52 PDT
"Three
Questions”
Con’t
from Tay's ”123"
Location:
USS PATRIOT
Stardate:
2422 [2.7] 0106.1751
Scene:
Clarkson's office
The
pack run was heavy, brutal work, but essential training.
Daniel oversaw the training of the two
teams. He didn’t quite know what as
going on, but Maverick had been explicit in his instructions.
Survival
drills over various terrains, assume hostiles were in pursuit.
Like
a good marine, Clarkson didn’t ask, he just organised the pack runs in
the
holodeck. He figured he would find out
soon enough.
“Major,
alpha’s over.” Morris knocked on
Daniel’s door.
He
nodded. “Assemble beta. I’ll
meet you at the holodeck in five
minutes.”
Clarkson
unzipped his jacket and lifted the 100 pound pack onto his desk. The packs were heavy, stuffed full of
paraphernalia required for survival.
Ration packs, ten litres of water, utensils, rope, clothing, wet
weather
gear, sleeping bags, ammunition, karabiners, ascenders, harnesses and
extra
weapons.
With
a heave and a flex of his muscular shoulders, he shrugged the pack onto
his
back, tightening the straps so it sat as comfortably as possible. It felt as heavy and as unwieldy as a lead
weight.
Clarkson
strode from his office, pausing only long enough to pick up his newly
polished
assault weapon. He was closing his door
when he left his centre of balance shift alarming and his body pushed
against
the wall.
“I
was wondering when you would show up.”
Daniel grunted, pressed against the wall.
“Aww,
I couldn’t disappoint you.” The weight
shifted and he felt himself drawn backwards so he was standing on his
own two
feet again.
“Thank
you.” Daniel turned around and glared at
his wife.
Catherine
laughed softly. “Walk you to the
holodeck.” Her offer was recompense to
her rude behaviour.
He
gestured for her to walk with him. “You’re
not going to tell me what’s going on?”
The marine asked curiously.
“Nope.”
“All
I can figure out is that two groups are going to be tossed dirtside
somewhere
and let to fend for themselves. The
question is when, where and why.”
Clarkson pressed again, but suspected it was a lost cause.
She
simply smiled. “That’s three questions,
none of which I can actually answer.” She
patted him on the back and saw Tam
further down the corridor. “Tam!” She kissed Daniel good luck and jogged towards
the counsellor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NRPG:
God
freaking awful, but after a day of working at it, it’s all I got.
Naomi
Lara
Lt. J.G. Catherine Sterling-Jade
Intelligence Operative
USS PATRIOT
And
Commodore Teneill Danara-Bennow
Deputy Chief of Starfleet Intelligence
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