Brett Tyler
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Post by Brett Tyler on Oct 31, 2009 23:21:37 GMT -6
Status – Day 03 [/b][/center] Unexpectedly as he felt her soft touch of the handshake. Her hand was delicate and the way she had done it was graceful. Looking upon her radiant eyes; had only realized he saw that Sabina’s apprehension. To what he could not know, however only assume base of that in the mission logs of the senior staff. She was taken by these creatures whom were, however not exactly Borg. “ Certainly Ma’am.” ‘Brett’ lowered his head stepped aside and gave her space. He pulls out a recording device and spoke in to it. “ Le docteur semble être détresse. Sur l'évaluation de son psych passé a comparé à de maintenant. Ceci a pu être prévu. L'abduction de la possibilité élevée de Borg du commencement d'un mental malheureux décomposent. Doit garder un oeil de ce sujet.” Just as he was to returns his attention to the Commander on duty he notes another ‘note’ on the device. “ De tactische ambtenaar schijnt om geen tekens van nood te tonen, nochtans een minder belangrijke betekenis van onzekerheids mogelijke beschermend naar het vrouwelijke onderwerp. Misschien gepast worden de gebeurtenissen die hadden getranspireerd, nochtans verder onderzoek enkel waargenomen.” All of the sudden an object oddly approached his face. The mere fact that he wasn’t expecting such an action. Produced him to fall back; ‘Brett’ more then anything was surprise HOWEVER was not effected by the punch nor that his nose was broken. As competent as he hope this crew was, sadly had disappointed the set exceptions that the impression by the Director General. He moved his hand to his nose and felt his nose was still intact. Where the blood wasn’t just his but as well from the Colonel. He picked himself off the ground looked at everyone then back at the Colonel. Where he did not speak nor try to explain UNTIL the Colonel had calmed down. Several moment pass as his pleasant radiant of his demeanor faded. Dr. Tyler was not anywhere upset nor for any reprisal. “ Wow, I see how strongly you don’t like having XOs. Though I be your 1st; there was no indication in your profile of this.” He said in a slight optimism. He lifts up the recorder and spoke in to it. “ Der Oberst hat Vertrauensausgaben und dieses ist ein harter Mann, zum vorbei zu gewinnen.” He then addressed those on the Bridge but mostly directed to the Colonel. “ Excellent throw, however you might have damaged your fist. I suggest the Doctor to take a look at it. As I stated I’m Doctor Tyler; I am the appointed Executive Officer. I am what you call an ‘Augment’ and all I may conclude by this. You have malice towards from what I am but I can assure you I am not what my pass kind are. Though I understand you are upset as you.” ‘Brett’ looked at the Colonel then to everyone else. “ Went through a sorrowful ordeal; many of your friends, family, and, co-officers were injured or killed. So please allow me to be here to help you all heal properly.” Dr. Tyler glanced at Doctor Jackson and communicated to her, respectfully. “ I suggest of some low dosage of Sertraline or a more natural relief if anyone of your crew could help the Colonel with Vulcan neuropressure. Other wise I’ll do what you ask and leave you be for the moment. The PADD is there and review it as your leisure. I will report back to ‘The Institute’ and the CRV Director General. ” Location - Command Deck, Bridge.
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Post by Ahn Lau on Oct 31, 2009 23:53:32 GMT -6
Location: USS Mechanicum (Day 3 of Cold Harbor's repair)
Pacing back and forth, the petite young Chinese woman waited for the transporter operator who would beam her to her new assignment- the USS Cold Harbor. She'd been told some of the things the ship had been through and was understandably nervous. She liked her job, but now she was afraid she may never see her family again. Her things had already been transported to her new quarters and she was waiting for this guy to get back from the bathroom or wherever he went. To pass the time, she plays idly with the combat knife on her belt.
When he finally returns, she is beamed to the Cold Harbor. She can see that this ship has been through quite a lot. She figures that she'd better report to the bridge first. She finds a working turbolift after asking directions from a young engineer who seemed not to know what to make of her. She was a petite, pretty, good natured Chinese woman who was taking the post of Marine Commanding Officer, so it was understandable that people did a double take. People never seemed to take her seriously at first, but very quickly learned their lesson. She might look as harmless as a cute baby panda, but only people who had seen her fight knew that only people with a death wish became her enemy. She smirks on the lift, then steps out onto the bridge.
She raises a brow... there was a man on the deck, and he'd aparrently been punched by an angry looking man she recognized as Colonel Grant. It looked as if the situation was being resolved without her, so she wisely stays out of the way for now, toying with the PADD with her orders on it.
Location: Cold Harbor- Bridge
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Ann'Knox
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Cold Harbor Simm - 'Have love and trust to your self and family.'
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Post by Ann'Knox on Nov 1, 2009 2:52:21 GMT -6
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Ann’ and ‘Robbie’ were interrupted by his officer on the Command Deck. She had followed him out of the Ready Room on to the Bridge. On the view screen she could see so many vessels of this CRV fleet. It for sometime she have been in the mist of an armada…she was used to being in the middle and in the flagship. This time it wasn’t her fleet nor of her own ship but among strangers.
She walked on the deck as if she had the sole right to be there. It would have taken a lot to remove her if anyone wanted to. Plus it was too late if ‘Robbie’ wanted her out of the way…Ann’ had seen and learned to much. In the heart of the USS Imperium and the location of his fleet and the tactical specs of this ship.
Even as casual she walked around the deck and her eyes seemed to trained on the view screen her eyes were scanning on all the consoles of the Bridge. Learning as much as she could only based on what she saw and comparing to the knowledge she had in the other Realities of this class of Starship.
In the background on the back ‘Robbie’ Ann’ stood clear in view…if one would open a channel Ann’ would be clearly seen but not would be the center focus. She wasn’t going to step on the feet of this Director General. When they have hailed the USS Cold Harbor…Ann’ wanted to help but understood the ship could be compromised. She hoped that Samuel was still a live and alright.
Current day of the third, Ship repairs
Ann’Knox had brought her fighter back to Cargo bay three. Where she had left it and headed to look for Samuel. She headed to his quarters and chimed in…sadly he wasn’t there and thought where else could he be at. She pondered that he must be in Sickbay but in case she would pass by the Command Deck to give a peek. Knowing she shouldn’t be there but after being on the Director General’s being here wasn’t new.
She had Just entered by a shaft hatch and saw Branson fall on his back. Where her Samuel beyond pissed off…she had quickly ran to him and got in front of his face, “Babe? What’s the matter?” Ann’ then said under her breath, ‘though he had it coming for a long ass time.’
“Branson what is your problem?” She looked at him, while he had looked at the from the floor. Watched him pick off himself off the floor…though he did look rather different from the last he saw him. It was kinda odd seeing him with longer hair. Also this fool didn’t have spots on his neck. As if he had beached out the Trill spots off his body.
With a slight distraction in her mind pondered how would Grant have with spot and how far would those go… Ann’ woke up from an wrong timing daydream from Branson’s words. “Wow, I see how strongly you don’t like having XOs. Though I be your 1st; there was no indication in your profile of this.”
Ann’ looked at Branson oddly to the things he said and mostly how he fucking said it. “Strange much…” She followed it by the German words…since hearing him say a few. “Was bedeuten Sie über ersten Hauptleiter?”
“Excellent throw, however you might have damaged your fist. I suggest the Doctor to take a look at it. As I stated I’m Doctor Tyler; I am the appointed Executive Officer. I am what you call an ‘Augment’ and all I may conclude by this. You have malice towards from what I am but I can assure you I am not what my pass kind are. Though I understand you are upset as you went through a sorrowful ordeal; many of your friends, family, and, co-officers were injured or killed. So please allow me to be here to help you all heal properly.” Ann’ was really confused by what he said…last she check Branson was not Doc and a super human. At least next to these humans…she could still kick his ass after all being what she is a Drak. “ I suggest of some low dosage of Sertraline or a more natural relief if anyone of your crew could help the Colonel with Vulcan neuropressure. Other wise I’ll do what you ask and leave you be for the moment. The PADD is there and review it as your leisure. I will report back to ‘The Institute’ and the CRV Director General. ” Ann’ pondered what this Doc Tyler whatever his claiming to be…she thought she could help Sam with that Neuro-pressure but could anyone explain what was Tyler’s deal was?
Ann’ had looked back at Samuel and spoke in his ear, “I don’t know what’s Branson’s deal is but look at his neck. He doesn’t have any spots. Isn’t that strange or what?” At the same time she held on to his face to help her Colonel to calm down. She could still feel his blood rush all through his body and how his breathing was trying to go back to normal. “Samuel?!”
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Nov 1, 2009 11:33:03 GMT -6
Location: Bridge- same day
Sabina is quite surprised at Colonel Grant's reaction to the new Tyler. She moves out of the way as he pushes her aside, so she's unhurt. He punches Brett in the face, causing her to wince when she hears the crack of his nose. "Great, make more work for me..." She mutters under her breath. Even though she doesn't particularly like that he reminds her of a homicidal maniac, Brett himself had been nothing but nice. Even if he did have a strange habit of muttering into a recorder in archaic Earth languages. She knows her fears are irrational.
Fortunately, Tam is quick to respond and help Colonel Grant calm down as Brett picks himself up and responds with humor instead of anger. She smiles at Tam. Throwing a dirty look at Colonel Grant for causing her more work to do and figuring that he can just stew with his hurt hand for a few minutes, she turns to Brett. "Do you need me to fix that for you?" She was a doctor first, after all. Colonel Grant's girlfriend had also shown up, which would distract him more. She was frustrated, because the report was of the 'very important' variety and now the bridge was a mess of confusion again.
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Post by Kael Giral'i on Nov 2, 2009 15:19:36 GMT -6
Location: Science Lab Time: Day 2 of mooring
The past ordeal was something of a blur to Kael. She had found it easier to withdraw from most interactions with the rest of the crew than really deal with all that had happened. Truth be told, she had gotten off easy. Having been in the sickbay when oxygen had been cut to minimum levels, she had passed out. Later she woke up in one of the side surgical suites. A nurse had moved her there and everyone was frantic. It was never very clear to her what exactly happened, she just knew that Mr. Tyler had flipped his lid, and his consequent actions had caused led to even more deaths than they already had incurred with their stand off against the borg. All things said and done, it was a rather somber ship to be on currently and she didn't feel like to conversing much with anyone.
She had spent much of her time trying to help Bob with whatever she could fix. The Cold Harbor was in dire need of some work, that was for sure. She wasn't the greatest engineer, but she could make do and at the very least she could offer an extra set of hands. The Chief had finally told her to get out and let the engineers work, but she knew it was just because he was concerned she was not getting enough rest. Truth be told, she wasn't getting rest at all. Sleep was elusive. So even now, she was in the labs seeing what she could sort through from the information they had downloaded off the station before beating a hasty retreat out of there. It was tough work however, given the shape of her lab. Most of the power was diverted and it wouldn't have mattered even if it wasn't because her sensor systems were not healthy, to say the least.
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Nov 2, 2009 16:10:52 GMT -6
As he was attempting the Colonel down. he sensed another, unfamiliar, presence on the outer reaches of his mind. Most likely a new officer, his mind noted and focused on calming the Colonel, which is no easy task
After what seemed like an eternity, but was only the space of a couple minutes, the Colonel calmed down, finally realizing that the man he punched was not Branson Tyler
Turning to see if Sabina was alright, after the Colonel had pushed her out of the way, she gave him a smile, that telling him she is alright. He couldn't help but smile back at her
The unfamiliar presence tickled his conscience and he glanced up to see an earth woman, from her looks, she looked Asian, small stature and looked pretty. An empathic impression of her told him that she isn't what she seems. He senses a very strong abundance of inner strength. She may look like a mouse but if you cross her, she may turn into a bear. He thought of the human term 'big explosives come in small packages' He couldn't help but smile at that analogy
His attention moved to the TL as another person came out. He recognized her as Ann, the Colonel's Imzadi. He hadn't seen her for so long, he wondered if she had been lost in the Borg attack. He mentally shook his head. The Borg would be no match for her, if the psychic impressions he got from her are any indication
He moved out of her way so she could get to Grant. She spoke to Grant, trying to get him to tell her what was wrong, what had gotten his anger up, then spoke to who she thought was Branson, asking what his problem was. As Brett spoke his strange language into what looked like a recorder. He spoke to Ann "Ma'am, that's not Branson Tyler. He's been killed, from what I hear. If I presume correctly, this is his brother" he informed her as Doctor Jackson asked Brett if she wanted him to fix his nose
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Brett Tyler
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Post by Brett Tyler on Nov 3, 2009 9:04:43 GMT -6
Status – Day 03 [/b][/center] He quickly learned that the Command Deck at this moment was a high traffic spot. 2 new persons entered; 1 of in Marine uniform and some woman. ‘Brett’ would recall a notion in Colonel Grant’s recorded of a ‘Drak’. Though he didn’t link the ‘girlfriend’ to be that just yet. He saw this woman being out of Starfleet uniform, assumed her as a civilian. Whom understood the language he was talking to his recorder. Although this person, Ann’Knox had inquired in return in German to him; he didn’t understand the context of the question. So he shot a stare of perplexity; surely he thought this must have been the wrong timing. Had pictured an entire different out come; he then looked towards the Doctor and replied. “ Thank you madam, however, no need. Its not broken just popped a few blood vessels. It would require much ‘much’ more force to break my nose.” As Augments are known to be 5 times stronger then humans. ‘Brett’ barely felt any pain more so he was surprised. The Tactical Officer followed a response to this woman whom had interjected a question to him earlier. What Tam Grax said added more to Brett’s confusion. The question made by Ann’Knox started to painted a picture and Tam Grax’s comment filled the outline and currently ‘Brett’ couldn’t help but wonder. “ I beg your pardon? I have no siblings, exactly….” As he thought to him self as that topic was rather hard to explain, however. “ Who is this Branson Tyler? I see no 1 of that name in the roster. I have read all that is there to know of this ship and it’s crew. Branson? Tyler?” He contemplated that these people had assumed that this ‘Branson Tyler’; having the same surname would have any relations to ‘Brett’ Tyler. He had no brothers nor sisters; genetically he may of some links to other Augments, however he didn’t see them as siblings. So, simply the shock of this person being his brother confused him greatly. “ Ok. Doctor? All do respect. I hope everyone passed the examinations?” He couldn’t fandom how things transpired. Being punched at, accused of being and having a brother. It was like ‘being in a Soap Opera; like the Days of Our Lives in space.’ (OOC – quoted that from Karen, lol) Location - Command Deck, Bridge.
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Nov 3, 2009 20:33:33 GMT -6
Location: Main bridge
“Thank you madam, however, no need. Its not broken just popped a few blood vessels. It would require much ‘much’ more force to break my nose.”
She looks only slightly confused after he replies to her. She nods anyway, though. "Suit yourself. Please report to sickbay later so I can confirm you are fit for duty." She wasn't entirely convinced and she knew something was fishy about him. Hopefully he'd make it easy and explain. She was somewhat scared that he might go nuts like Branson did if she called him out. She really had to give her report to the Colonel first. Maybe he would know what to do.
Since 'Brett' is fine, she puts her hand the Colonel's arm to get his attention and steer him to his ready room. "Sir, lets get your hand fixed." Since he'd gotten so angry over Brett's presence, she wants to make him go to his office before she tells him what she had learned down in Sickbay. Otherwise, she's afraid he might try to beat up Brett again. She's glad she'd told the nurses to stay away from the morgue in her absence, because this was taking longer than she'd anticipated and there might be evidence to collect.
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Post by Second Lieutenant Tam Grax on Nov 4, 2009 8:00:15 GMT -6
He turned a surprised expression back to Brett. No brothers? No siblings, he said? Uncanny. The resemblance is rather striking. He could pass for a twin brother. and what did he mean by 'exactly'? He mentally shook his head, having the idea that he didn't want to know or it was none of his concern. He gave a slight nod to Brett "My apologies, sir for making such an assumption" The humans believed that there is a double for everyone. Brett could be Branson's double. "As for who he is, or rather was, he was the ship's counselor pretending to be a first officer. If you'll pardon me, sir"
He looked to Sabina, who was inquiring about fixing the colonel's hand and then he turned and returned to the Tactical station
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Post by Ahn Lau on Nov 7, 2009 12:44:10 GMT -6
location: main bridge
Ahn decides that tensions are de-escalating and it's safe for her to report in. She nods to some of the people on the bridge and walks up to the one whom she gathers is the new XO. She's still not sure why he'd been punched, but it's really none of her business. She hands her PADD with her orders on it to him.
"Sgt Major Ahn Lau, reporting for duty sir." She goes somewhat to attention, but she's much too friendly and informal to go to full attention unless it's a really important stuation.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Nov 8, 2009 9:43:49 GMT -6
Location: Main Bridge
Colonel Grant’s dander was up, and his blood boiling. It was not an acceptable reason for his action, but he was generally a fairly emotional man when it game to his leadership style, often following his gut and reacting quickly without any pre-planning or throwing the plan out the window when if he felt it necessary. Which had served him well, but the catastrophe that he and his crew had gone through had pushed him right to the edge, and even he worried about his mental status and ability to command after the traumatic experience. However, the side effect he suffered from when he was so angered was tunnel vision, he had no idea of the others on The Bridge; let alone Ann.
It was both the smell of Ann, and her being directly in front of his face, that finally snapped him out it, and allowed his control to resurface “Samuel?!” His eyes, which appeared very distant only seconds later, as if looking through her, now refocused and locked onto hers. “Ann.” He said, as if nothing was the matter, then looked a little confused “Ann? What are you doing here?” His anger subsiding with every passing minute. He leaned forward, pressing both his hands on her mid arms, and squeezing gently “Oh, it’s good to see you; I’m glad to see you’re back.” the flaring pain in his right hand throbbed, but he didn’t really notice it. It was now that he realized all of the people that were on The Bridge too, and suddenly feeling slightly ‘exposed’, he decided he’d try to quickly retake the initiative, seeing Doctor Jackson standing there too, PAAD in hand. "Sir, lets get your hand fixed." Counseled the Doctor, and Colonel Grant grimaced. “It’ll heal; my Ready Room Doctor.” as he waved his hand towards the door, so he could speak with her privately, which it appears is what she wanted. “Ann, if you don’t mind, could I catch up with you in a bit? I’m still trying to put my ship back together and as you can see; we’re off to a rocky start.” He reached out with his sore hand, and brushed softly the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb “I missed you, and am glad that you’re okay.”
Then, with parade precision, he turned and followed Doctor Jackson into his Ready Room. He waved to one of the open chairs at his desk, and he took his seat behind his desk, activating his computer console. “Yes Doctor, what can I do for you, as I assume this is more then just another ‘casualty update’.” Which, to Colonel Grant, was just as important as any information pertaining to the ship might be; and he knew that if Doctor Jackson didn’t know this before the ordeal with went through, she’d realized it over the past few weeks.
Location: Ready Room
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Post by Dr. Sabina Jackson on Nov 9, 2009 17:44:57 GMT -6
Location: Bridge
Sabina grabs a medkit on her way to the Colonel's ready room. She enters the room behind him and sits in the offered chair. He sits down and activates his computer console. She carefully takes his broken hand and scans it with her medical tricorder. "Hmmm, hairline fracture. Please don't hurt yourself again when I tell you what I just found out in sickbay." She grabs a regenerator and heals it while she gives the report.
"Ok, here's the deal. Branson Tyler's body has gone missing... there's no trace. And the autopsy records are gone from the computer. The only info left is up here." She puts down the regenerator and lets him have his hand back so she can tap the side of her forehead demonstratively. "I told the nurses to stay out, if there's any evidence. I'm no investigator, and I know you'd want to know first. Considering the timely appearance of this new guy, I'm thinking he might have something to do with this whole fishy situation." She hopes she hasn't shocked him too much and steels herself for whatever probably angry set of responses he's about to come up with.
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Post by Samuel J. Grant on Nov 14, 2009 7:40:48 GMT -6
Location: Ready Room
As he sat in his chair, his mind still distracted by the return of Ann, warm and comforting images passing through his mind, just behind his pupils. He wasn’t distracted, or uncaring of what Doctor Jackson had to say, his years of multitasking and listening to someone while preparing questions in his head prevented him from that. The injury to his hand was almost completely forgotten.
But, his mind was violently wrenched from his memories as he heard Doctor Jackson say “Branson Tyler's body has gone missing...” He let out a defeated sigh “Ugh…” and slumped back in his chair. “Ya know,” he began, his injured hand rubbing his forehead “is it so much to ask to just deal with a common enemy? A rouge Klingon war band, a sneaky and treacherous Romulan Talshiar Agent; The Borg?” His mind quickly reminded him of what they’d just been through, and he corrected himself. “Okay; maybe not The Borg… but you get my meaning…”
"I told the nurses to stay out, if there's any evidence. I'm no investigator, and I know you'd want to know first. Considering the timely appearance of this new guy, I'm thinking he might have something to do with this whole fishy situation." Colonel Grant nodded solemnly “Good precaution; safer too.” His hand now tapped his chin, as he was in thought. “Like we don’t have enough things to worry about at the moment, you know?” Pausing a moment as his temper flared, he slammed his hand against the desk “Frak!” he shouted, blowing off just enough steam to allow him to quell the rest that was within him. He leaned forward, and keyed a few commands into table console, then looked back at Doctor Jackson. “Let’s keep this a ‘Cold Harbor’ problem; leave the rest of the people out of it.” He picked up the cup that was sitting on his table, a cold cup of CAFF, and sipped at it anyway; the temperature generally was never a problem, it was when it burned the skin of your tongue that caused the problems.
“Head back to your office, and gather what information you can remember and we’ll debrief again in a bit, a more planned session. I’ll task several of Captain Zekdyn’s Officers to perform a detailed investigation of the area, but also work to keep it inconspicuous. I do appreciate you bringing the matter to my attention directly." It was hard for him to control his anger, especially when he was as exhausted as he was; mentally, physically and emotionally. He had only been averaging approximately 3-4 hours of restless sleep a night since the battle at the Omicron Outpost. Even his body had begun to tell his secret, as he’d developed an ever so slight-a-shadow under both eyes.
He checked to see if there was anything else Doctor Jackson needed, and once done, he dismissed her from his Ready Room and keyed the orders to his Security Detail to check into the missing body of Mr. Tyler… Although now there was another Tyler aboard his ship… His head ached, both from sleep and frustrated confusion. His mind poked at him, reminding him that another officer had checked aboard; the new Marine Commanding Officer, following the death of Sgt. Major Hooper during the repelling of The Borg boarding action against The Cold Harbor. He stepped of from his chair, walked back through the Ready Room Doors, and found the very small framed Asian female standing on his Bridge; “Sgt. Major; my Ready Room please.”
He turned back, returned to his chair, and had just began to sit down when she had entered his Ready Room. He waived his hand to the chair opposite him at his desk, and accepted the offered PADD. He scanned through it while they talked “Sergeant Major; picked an interesting time to see me in action… I generally don’t strike my staff so frequently.” The warm and inviting smile that Samuel was known for accompanying his friendly personality held on his face. “But then again, after the last couple months; anything’s possible.” He laid the PADD down on the table, and looked directly at the Sgt. Mjr. “So, due to time constraints, I didn’t get to selected the newest additions to my crew; were you ordered here or crazy enough to volunteer?” He leaned back, in a relaxed, yet still authoritative stance, in his chair.
Location: Ready Room
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