Preparing for the Mission

Posted on Fri Oct 14th, 2016 @ 5:47am by

782 words; about a 4 minute read

He thought to himself, I haven't been here a good week, and already I'm being put in the thick of it. He began to question his commands decision making and reasoning skills, but knew it would be fool hardy to do so. A mission of this magnitude and ultimate precession would require planning and a level of execution that Stonebridge himself had not seen since his early days in the service on earth.

The mission outline was simple enough, but the perimeters needed work. They had drummed it into us from day one in training. Fail to plan, plan to fail. And that proper prior planning prevents poor performance.

Stonebridge was going to stick around and speak to his Commanding Officer and bring these things up. But he remembered something that and old security officer once told him. When you know the recipe, you bake the cake yourself. That way when everybody else's cake tasted like shit, at the very least, your cake would suit you. This meant, if no body else shared their plans with you. If you made your own plans, at the very least you made it out alive and could possibly save a life or two in the process.

Stonebridge decided that he would plan for any eventuality and see how it went. After all, he was a Lt. And a seasoned Investigator. There were things he could do that his peers and his command did not even know about.

As the room cleared of personnel. He nodded to his superior officers, stood and departed the briefing room. As he headed back to his quarters, he thought about what he needed to do before even stepping foot on Nimbus 3.

He immediately began working on a computer sub-routine which would alert higher command on Starbase 400 if the team fell into a trap or got stuck. Using the encrypted codes they had been given. Then he would learn everything he could about Nimbus 3 and commit as much as possible to memory. Knowing the terrain or battle field was a key to any success.

Secondly his personal equipment. His Favorite relics, the ACP Colt light weight Commanders .45 cals that he kept in tip top shape were always a part of his undercover or concealed carry options. Lead travelling at 720 ft, per second could do damage that a phaser just could not match. And his Damaskas Bladed Karambit for close quarter combat was like a persons credit rating. He never left home without it. He found himself wishing that he had time to make some friends here before this mission kicked off. If he had, at least someone would miss him if they never came back. Then the thought of positive thinking kicked in and it mattered not if he would be missed. What mattered was making through this mission and being successful in so doing.

He entered his quarters not even remembering the long trek through the corridor that he had just traversed. He was that deep in thought. As he approach his closet, he looked down and saw his olive drab green metal box. It contained two vintage pistols, fifty rounds of ammo with two magazines for each weapon and his Karambit blade. One holster sat in the middle of the small of the back, and the other in a shoulder holster on his left side. He would wear his 5.25 trousers and an old tight fitting black military styled shirt with long sleeves and and old military fatigue jacket. After all he was supposed to be a Mercenary, may as well dress the part. And surprisingly enough, the dress sense of Mercs had not change considerably over the years, depending on ones environment.

As he pulled out his gear and laid it on the bed, he realised how light he was travelling. Phaser handheld type two, padd with Starfleet security upgrades. Communicator which was concealed in the lining on the jacket and pretty much undetectable as it had been broken down into it components and spread throughout the jacket effectively making the jacket itself the communications device. Wearable tech was big in this day and age. And a nice pair of woven combat socks and his combat boots with the new Vibram soles. Black under garments just in case he was caught with his pants down.

As he looked around the room, he felt ready. Now all he had to do was wait for the oic to call everyone together so they could get started. Hopefully they would work up a script between the two or three of them so they wouldn't look like complete knobs when they hit the station on Nimbus 3.

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Lt. Michael Stonebridge
Security Investigations
Starbase 400

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