First time on board
Posted on Thu Aug 6th, 2015 @ 2:15pm by Staff Sergeant Sandrine White & Staff Sergeant Augustus Deakin
Mission:
First Strike
Location: Deck 7; Transporter Room 2
Staff Sergeant White nodded at the crewman manning the transporter controls of the huge transporter room. The room could easily transport nearly a hundred people at a time if need be. Which made sense considering this was a starbase. Stayed impressive all the same.
Handing him the PADD containing her orders, her attention drawn towards a few technicians working maintenance near one of the access panels. “All seems in order Sir. Would you like to transport immediately? “
Sandrine turned towards the young man and nodded with a slight smile. “As soon as you’ve informed them of my arrival.”
Retrieving the PADD, she slowly made her way to the transporter pad as the crewman signaled to the Manoora her imminent arrival. She curiously looked at the technicians for a few moments before looking back to the transporter operator. “Whenever you're ready crewman.” He nodded and activated the controls.
As she dematerialized she noticed one of the technician dropped the panel on his foot.
Staff Sergeant White slowly rematerialized on the transporter pad of Deck seven’s own Transporter room 2. Impeccable uniform, shiny boots, bunned up hair and a perplexed expression. Looking around, she acquainted herself with her new surroundings.
Gus Deakin arrived in the transporter room just as the singing hum of the beam filled the air. He gave a curt nod to the transporter operator, who stood with her hands clasped behind her back; obviously the starbase side was in control for this one. He turned then to face the annular confinement beam and watched the particles swirl and rematerialize into the marine he was there to welcome aboard. Never one to stand too firmly on ceremony, Gus was nevertheless a model marine so he stood at parade rest as the transporter finished its work.
Her gaze settled on the Staff Sergeant as she walked down transporter pad and tucked the PADD under her arm. Obviously assessing the mountain of a man, she snapped a crisp and practiced salute, bag still in hand. “Staff Sergeant White. Permission to come aboard?”
Deakin returned the salute and snapped it down. "Permission granted, Sergeant," he said, then took a step closer offering her his hand. "I'm Staff Sergeant Gus Deakin, your platoon sergeant."
Sandrine took the man's hand in a strong handshake, looking up into his eyes with intent, looking for something. “A pleasure to meet you Staff Sergeant.“ Whatever it was she had been looking for, she seemed to find, as an almost warm smile formed across her lips as she let go f his hand.
"If only it were under better times, hey?" he replied, returning the warm smile. He stood aside and gestured toward the door, "Come this way, Doc; I'll take you to see Captain Windsor." With another nod to the transporter technician, Gus led the medic out of the transporter room and into the corridor. "So where are you coming to us from, Doc?"
A curt nod in the technicians direction as she followed the Staff Sergeant out of the room, indicated she hadn’t been oblivious to the crewman’s presence. Matching the man’s pace, she studied her environment with great interest. “Camp T’Ris on Weytahn.” Giving the Sergeant a side glance, she added for the benefit of the conversation, “Battlefield surgery instruction.”
"Oh good," Gus replied with a half chuckle, "those will no doubt be handy skills wherever we're going. I presume you've got real battlefield experience, too?"
Sandrine didn’t answer immediately. The question strangely threw her off balance. She threw the man a look, trying to determine if he was kidding. “It would be difficult to reach my rank without it ...” She left the phrase hanging uncertain how to respond.
"Plenty of staff sergeants in peacetime, Doc," the platoon sergeant replied with a charming smile as they reached the turbolift stop. "I meant no offence. We've had a high turnover of troops in the last week and not all of the new marines have seen the business end of a charged disruptor. About half our platoon is as green as your collar, so I'm glad to have another veteran around."
Sandrine nodded gravely looking ahead. “Understood.” As they took a few steps in silence, she made a mental checklist of all she’d need. It had been a while since she’d had to care for a platoon. “Feel free to look up my file. It should alleviate any concerns about my capabilities.” Glancing up at him she wondered about his own file. “I’ll require the medical files of every soldier in our platoon, as well as any personal information you deem appropriate.”
"No worries, Doc, I'll make sure you get what you need," Gus said as the turbolift opened up on the marine barracks. He gestured for her to leave first in an almost chivalrous way. "The captain's in here somewhere. Try out the back; she's usually getting her hands dirty with some grunt work here and there. When you're done, come find me; I'll introduce you to the El Tee."
Sandrine nodded in acknowledgement at the Staff Sergeant as she stepped into the barracks, scanning the place for clues to the Marine Captains whereabouts.
Staff Sergeant Sandrine White
Medic, First Platoon
Delta Company
Staff Sergeant Augustus Deakin [NPC: Whitlam]
Platoon Sergeant, First Platoon
Delta Company
