A Favor To A Brother

Posted on Mon Mar 24th, 2014 @ 10:00pm by Master Warrant Officer Gaius Aquila
Edited on on Sun Jun 7th, 2015 @ 12:52am

815 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Mission 86 - Discovery
Location: A Planet Somewhere In The Triangle
Timeline: MD Minus 3. 0645hrs

Gunnery Sergeant Gaius Aquila, has been in deserts, aquatic environments, worlds lacking air, worlds of solid ice, and even in zero G. No environment has actually given him the joy like the tropical rain forest. Marines tended to refer to them as jungles. The abundance of water, and vegetation not only made it impossible to die of starvation/dehydration, but the cover and concealment such places offered was superior to any place else. In the age of modern sensors, most beings still relied on eyeballs for most of their observations. The red tinted humanoids standing guard around the clandestine launch pad did not have their faces in scanning gear. They walked around, scanning their surroundings occasionally with just their eyes. Guias The Gladiator, as they have called him since the FORECON Course, almost felt sorry for these Ruddy Orions, had it not been for their known trait of ruthlessness. They could not see him, or the team of the 5th FORECON Group, who waited less than 10 meters from the unsuspecting soldiers of the Orion Syndicate. It almost wasn't fair. Four guards, five marines. It was like the baby seal harvests of twentieth century Earth.

All clad in suits that generated an image of the surrounding terrain, the team members were like ghosts, each gaining a position closer to each guard. At Gaius' signal, the foliage behind each guard appeared to rise, and in less than a second, every guard was either dead from a broken neck, or dead from decapitation. No audible sound could be heard. Entering the freighter, dispatching all but two of the crew, and rescuing the cargo was just another day's work. The cargo, 40 in all, consisted of various races including Human, Andorian, Breen, and quite a few of the Green Orion females. These slaves were going to be sold somewhere near the Klingon border, but the ship suffered "mechanical difficulties", and had to put down for repairs.

As the now liberated slaves, along with the team left for the landing zone, various parts of the ship exploded, compliments of the charges set by the team. This ship would be making no more slave runs. A group of Blackhawk Class runabouts touched down, and took the group off world.




After the long trip back to the Balent, the team went their separate ways from the ex slaves. These people would either be free to return to their home worlds, or in the case of the Green Orions, would be granted asylum in the Federation. The surviving pirates were going to be guests of Federation Intelligence. The Marines would just clean up, and wait for the next operation.

=/\=Sergeant Aquila, incoming transmission=/\=

Giaus took the message to his quarters. It was General Hitchcock from Star Fleet Marine HQ. "Good afternoon Sir."

"Good afternoon Gunny. There is a change in plans for your whole group." Gaius was thinking this could be a good thing, or it could be a very bad thing. He merely nodded. "Do you remember Major Thomas Jackson?" How could Gaius not forget his friend Jax? It was because of Jax that the sergeant had a rather large collection of Jem Hadar Ketracel White tubes. The 13 pound sealed box containing his collection went with him to every base assignment. Hell, if Jax bothered to keep score, he would have almost as large of a collection. More important, if it hadn't been for Lieutenant Jackson, he would have never made it out of AR558, or Cardassia Prime. The good ole days... "I am listening Sir."

"Well, he is specifically requesting you, and your team, to be reassigned to Star Base 400 under him. Since your commanding officer was yet to be replaced, we can just simply send your whole group to your new CO." Giaus would never say no to his friend Jax, who was like a brother to him. As far as officers were concerned, he could no do any better. It was not a hard decision to make. "We will be on the way Sir."

"Very good. Your group's new designation will be ther 1st FORECOM Group, in support of the First Marine Division. Major Jackson will be your group CO. Colonel Hurd will be your division commander. He's a good man. And as a bonus, the base is under the command of no other than Admiral Bremer."

"That's quite a collection of heavy hitters. As long as you don't tell me Admiral Ward is coming out of retirement to get posted there, I will postpone updating my last will Sir."

The general laughed at that last statement, not knowing the Gunnery Sergeant was no making a joke.

"You will be arriving in a few days, along with some items the major also requested. Good hunting."

Things were going to get interesting.

OFF:

Gunnery Sergeant Gaius Marus Aquila
First Sergeant
1st FORECOM Group
Star Base 400

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