Post. 43The Time Spent

Posted on Wed Sep 30th, 2020 @ 2:31pm by Lieutenant Damien Saunders & Major David Hurd Senior
Edited on on Fri Oct 2nd, 2020 @ 4:01pm

Mission: Star Base Mercury
Location: Amandora - Mess Hall
Timeline: Current

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Entering the mess hall, Damien picked up and apple. He also ordered his usual chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies. He spotted a new addition to the crew, a face he hadn't met before. He picked up his freshly replicated brew and was about to leave when he decided to meet the Officer and introduce himself. Was the marine a pilot? He did not understand that department within the Federation.

"Sir." Lt. Saunders addressed the Captain. "Permission to take a seat?" He interrupted the man's time.


"Permission granted Lieutenant", He said gestering at a chair across from him. Smiling, Hurd said, "Captain David Hurd Senior, Marine Detachment Commanding Officer, nice to meet you".

"Good to meet you, Captain Hurd!" He addressed David, then took the seat offered across the table. He set down his plate and began to take a bite of his cookie. He furrowed his forehead in thought. "Sir, Captain. As a Marine, you are specialized tactical and troop tactics correct? Do you pilot the fighters in the bays?"

At the same time, he slid the steel plate with many cookies on them between the men. "Chocolate chip Oatmeal. My favorite. I ordered way too many!" He gestured. "Welcome aboard, Capt." He nodded and gave a recognized salute to the Marine.

Nodding his head and saluting saluting, Hurd said, ,"No, Fighter Command is separate, I'm Infantry everyday, all the way", he smiled. "Fought from one end of the quadrant to the other in places that were more or less last stands". He fell silent after that last statement for a moment, deep in thought. Perking up a bit, he continued, "But yes, I attended SOI and OCS, and the Naval Academy, so I am experienced in those areas, as well as the only Officer in the Corps who carries a rather ancient, but still very effective sidearm". Grinning, he pulled his .45 and sat it on the table. "I'm just a bit strange, but then again all we Marines are".

“Not strange at all. That is incredible. It is an artifact. A projectile weapon. Is this an heirloom?” James was taken aback for a moment. As a Marine, he was used to having the idea that he would probably be into the most rugged weaponry out there. He was surprised.

“Thank you for your service, Sir. With this, Weapon.” He chuckled, astonished, and shook his head. “That is a Glock?” He questioned. He had no clue about legacy weaponry.

Suprised, Hurd said, "That's correct, holds 17 rounds, 18 if you keep one chambered". Continuing he he added, It's fully functional, over 350 years old, and I carry it on and off duty". "See, Phasers can fail, be jammed, have power supply malfunctions etc, but in all the years I've owned this, it's only jammed once, and the best part, at least so far it seems, The Borg can't seem to adapt to bullets". Seeing the look on his face he added, "Yes I've fought the Borg as well".

Saunders laughed, he shook his head. "Lucky guess." He understood what the Marine Captain was saying. As for weaponry advances, so does the leading races along with it to be able to counteract such new weapons, especially phasers and the Borg.

"Projectiles would be almost re-setting the technological clock. An enemy as advanced as the collective, they can always generate another higher plasma frequency. "Something as slow as a bullet, how can they anticipate and adapt to that, cool!" He grinned. "350 years and still useful more than ever."

Taking another cookie and cup of his coffee, he leaned back. "How did your brush with the Borg turn out? I've never encountered a cube before, a few skirmishes here and there." He acknowledged.

His eyes going cold and distant, Hurd fell silent. Flashbacks flew threw his mind, the weapons fire, the screams of his dead and dying men filling his mind. He clenched his jaw and said, coldly, "We killed them, we killed every last Borg on that Cube".

Roderick could tell it was a sore topic. He knew the tolls of seeing those images of dead bodies, strewn in shrapnel and burning bulk heads. It wasn't pretty.

"Sir, you did what you had to do, and you saved a hell of a lot of people." He saluted the Marine. He nodded eyeing him. "Hey-" He broke the mood. "If you ever want to join me for a few drinks, a good game of poker. I don't play a bad hand. I'll bring the whiskey, or beer." He grinned.

Snapping out of his memories he nodded his head. "I don't drink, find I like it too much, but the other things you mentioned sound good good. Tilting his head he asked, "Do you like Battleships, because if you do, boy I have a awesome program for you".

"Did you say battle and ship? Yes. Yes I find absolutely anything to do with cold war history, and WWII Bomber Lancaster's. There is a program?" He had absolute zero time with the holodeck since he had joined the USS Amandora lately.

"I would take you up on that Sir." He nodded. "Just let me know the period and if I can be one of the Command Deck personnel!" He shot a bit of giddiness in his voice.

"That I can do", he replied. "The program, by the way, is my own, but I'm willing to share", he laughed. Continuing, he added, "I do have to warn you though, the program is not for the faint hearted, it's loud, violent, and extreamly,extreamly realistic".

"Sounds like the perfect distraction!" He laughed. "When your ready to roll, I'm your buddy on that one, Sir." He nodded. "Well I had best let you get back to your work." He nodded sincerely.


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