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PostSubject: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sat Oct 13, 2012 5:20 am

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sat Oct 13, 2012 2:27 pm

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sat Oct 13, 2012 3:09 pm

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sat Oct 13, 2012 3:32 pm

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sat Oct 13, 2012 3:39 pm

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir"
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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sat Oct 13, 2012 6:20 pm

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:20 am

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sun Oct 14, 2012 6:04 am

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Undrestood, Frost en route"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded

"14.00 sir, understood sir"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.
The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sun Oct 14, 2012 3:49 pm

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||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Undrestood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:54 pm

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||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Undrestood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergant Frost reporting as ordered sir"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

"Do you understand the concept of patience, Private?" asked Sergeni. He wanted to probe Anna, test her. Looking on the marine manifest there wasn't one designated marksman amongst them. Would she manage to take that mantle or would it fall to others?
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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Mon Oct 15, 2012 1:53 am

||USS Fenris
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||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Understood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergeant Frost reporting as ordered sir,"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

"Do you understand the concept of patience, Private?" asked Sergeni. He wanted to probe Anna, test her. Looking on the marine manifest there wasn't one designated marksman amongst them. Would she manage to take that mantle or would it fall to others?

Anna paused because she had never thought of herself as patient...not really. She'd been patient waiting to get out of the asylum but that was because she was waiting for revenge. Actually, she was still waiting for that so maybe she was patient. Either way, she had been asked a question and needed to answer it. Her MCO wasn't going to wait for her to answer forever.

"I prefer to solve a problem quickly, Sir, but if it means the success of this detachment, I can be patient, Sir," Anna told him. She hoped he wouldn't be angry with that answer. "What do you need of me, Sir?"

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:28 pm

||USS Fenris
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||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Understood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergeant Frost reporting as ordered sir,"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

"Do you understand the concept of patience, Private?" asked Sergeni. He wanted to probe Anna, test her. Looking on the marine manifest there wasn't one designated marksman amongst them. Would she manage to take that mantle or would it fall to others?

Anna paused because she had never thought of herself as patient...not really. She'd been patient waiting to get out of the asylum but that was because she was waiting for revenge. Actually, she was still waiting for that so maybe she was patient. Either way, she had been asked a question and needed to answer it. Her MCO wasn't going to wait for her to answer forever.

"I prefer to solve a problem quickly, Sir, but if it means the success of this detachment, I can be patient, Sir," Anna told him. She hoped he wouldn't be angry with that answer. "What do you need of me, Sir?"

"I was thinking of placing someone as the platoon's designated marksman. Not entirely a sniper but someone who can put down accurate fire." explained Sergeni with patience. It was good that she admitted that the 'fray' is something that Anna could face down as a soldier should. "What exactly was your last marksmanship score?"
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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Thu Oct 18, 2012 12:04 am

||USS Fenris
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||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Understood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergeant Frost reporting as ordered sir,"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

"Do you understand the concept of patience, Private?" asked Sergeni. He wanted to probe Anna, test her. Looking on the marine manifest there wasn't one designated marksman amongst them. Would she manage to take that mantle or would it fall to others?

Anna paused because she had never thought of herself as patient...not really. She'd been patient waiting to get out of the asylum but that was because she was waiting for revenge. Actually, she was still waiting for that so maybe she was patient. Either way, she had been asked a question and needed to answer it. Her MCO wasn't going to wait for her to answer forever.

"I prefer to solve a problem quickly, Sir, but if it means the success of this detachment, I can be patient, Sir," Anna told him. She hoped he wouldn't be angry with that answer. "What do you need of me, Sir?"

"I was thinking of placing someone as the platoon's designated marksman. Not entirely a sniper but someone who can put down accurate fire." explained Sergeni with patience. It was good that she admitted that the 'fray' is something that Anna could face down as a soldier should. "What exactly was your last marksmanship score?"

"37 out of 40, Sir, I'm a good shot," she told him with a nod.

Marksman...she could do it if she tried hard enough, but she'd be itching to fight.
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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:36 am

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Understood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergeant Frost reporting as ordered sir,"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

"Do you understand the concept of patience, Private?" asked Sergeni. He wanted to probe Anna, test her. Looking on the marine manifest there wasn't one designated marksman amongst them. Would she manage to take that mantle or would it fall to others?

Anna paused because she had never thought of herself as patient...not really. She'd been patient waiting to get out of the asylum but that was because she was waiting for revenge. Actually, she was still waiting for that so maybe she was patient. Either way, she had been asked a question and needed to answer it. Her MCO wasn't going to wait for her to answer forever.

"I prefer to solve a problem quickly, Sir, but if it means the success of this detachment, I can be patient, Sir," Anna told him. She hoped he wouldn't be angry with that answer. "What do you need of me, Sir?"

"I was thinking of placing someone as the platoon's designated marksman. Not entirely a sniper but someone who can put down accurate fire." explained Sergeni with patience. It was good that she admitted that the 'fray' is something that Anna could face down as a soldier should. "What exactly was your last marksmanship score?"

"37 out of 40, Sir, I'm a good shot," she told him with a nod.

Marksman...she could do it if she tried hard enough, but she'd be itching to fight.

"Sergeant Frost, you will also work with the private here to ensure that she attains the full marksmanship score. Any marine who is under thirty-eight will also go through re-training." stated Sergeni without so much as a blink. "Dismissed."

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PostSubject: Re: In Green (Sergeni, Frost and Leary)   Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:48 pm

||USS Fenris
||Cargo Bay One
||Mid December, 2388
||0945

It was time for Sergeni to finally complete his orders that the captain had laid out to him earlier; to meet his marine platoon. His understanding of the unit was it was a twenty-strong unit of these supposed elite infantry. Their job wasn't to solve crime or even prevent it like Starfleet Security. Marines were a weapon like a phaser array or a torpedo. Their function was to render the enemy inoperable and to offer the captain an extra card to play when diplomacy wasn't working out for her. Vulnians only had one department to handle both duties; the Naval Guardsmen. On top of their obvious ship-board duties they were also used to secure landing zones for the arrival of Royal Guardsmen units. Unlike the marines of Starfleet however, NGs used naval ranks.

Luckily for Sergeni the ceiling of the cargo bay was nowhere near his head which meant he didn't feel as cramped and constricted as he did in other rooms. Tapping his combadge he connected to the rest of the detachment. "All marines, report to Cargo Bay One." he said before pulling himself up on a box containing...whatever it contained.

Frost Nodded silently to himself as his comm badge bleeped to life, tapping it.

"Understood, Frost en route,"

He headed for the nearest turbolift, as it whizzed past the floors he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had met the captain and it had gone well by all accounts. Most CO's took one look at his service file and ran for the hills but if it phased her in the slightest she hadn't let on, she hadnt even made fun of his middle name which was always a bonus.
The lift stopped, the doors opened and Frost stepped out into cargo bay one, his eyes instantly found the large man sitting on a box. He seemed to be very still, the kind of stillness that men attained after seeing combat for a few years. Frost didn't know if they would get on but he knew they had that stillness in common before anything else.
He approached, standing to attention and saluting.

"Sir, Sergeant Frost reporting as ordered sir,"

Anna had just finished drying her hair and getting her uniform on when she got the call. She applied some make-up and made sure the pony tail was tight before leaving her quarters. Her marine greens were pressed and neat and she looked presentable for meeting her peers so she was glad she was going to keep her mind off of things.

Entering the Cargo Bay, Anna smiled a little and looked around as she tried to figure out what to do next. Seeing Frost she smiled warmly and nodded in his direction before seeing Sergeni. His large appearance unnerved her and she knew she couldn't let him see that but she felt a little strange. He could easily take her apart and she knew he would never try anything but she was nervous.

"Private First Class Leary, Sir," she said as she stood at attention and saluted her commanding officer.

Returning both their salutes it wasn't long before the rest of the marine detachment arrived and stood to attention, he looked around them as if giving them each an inspection on an individual basis. To Sergeni the state of a uniform was the state of the soldier. Of course to inspect the tidiness of combat fatigues was complete nonsense but duty uniform had to be at a certain standard. With a small huff of satisfaction he stood in front of the loose formation.

"My name is Lance Lieutenant Sergeni Kostev des Traxis. From this point on, I own each and every one of you." stated the Vulnian in a matter-of-factly manner. "You are my soldiers and it is my duty to command you in the defence of this ship and of this crew. Your duty is to carry out my orders to the best of your ability. Who here is the most senior ranking non-commissioned officer?"

Frost Nodded inwardly, he was right about the new Lieutenant- he was a man of action, a man who would gladly die for any one of them and ask nothing but duty in return. Frost liked the man's attitude already, like with the Captain Frost could tell Sergeni would defend any of them to the hilt, but cut you in half if you messed with him. He was the perfect counterpoint to the sunny and cheerful smile Anna had given him as she entered. Frost had smiled back but now was the time for duty, for him to be what he was trained to be

He stepped forward and stood to attention, speaking loudly and clearly

"Sir, that would be me sir... Sergeant J.G Frost sir,"

Anna glanced at Frost out of the corner of her eye and imprinted him on her mind right then and there because he was a Sergeant. He was just as much her commanding officer as Lance Lieutenant Kostev and that meant no funny business: she made a mental note to look up more about both of them when she had the down time.

When Frost stepped forward he gave the man an appraisal by looking him up and down. An NCO was suppose to be the pillar of any unit in the military. Officers might direct, NCOs led. They were a glue that held more junior or inexperienced members of a unit together through their own personal ways of 'encouragement'. Once he had given the man a once over he looked at Frost's face. "You shall serve as platoon sergeant then. All NCOs shall report to you and you alone. Later today I want a full combat kit inspection say...1400 hours? If time allows us of course."

Sergeni looked around the marines to find one of them, a female trying to steal a glance at both of them. Giving himself a small cough he stood in front of her like a menacing tower. "Private First Class Leary." he began, remembering who she was. "In what capacity do you serve this platoon? Rifleman? Grenadier?"

Frost nodded.

"1400 sir, understood sir,"

He swallowed hard, he was the platoon sergeant. Something he hadn't expected in his wildest dreams, he fell back in line and stayed stock still as the CO stalked around looking at the troopers. He reminded Frost of a big cat- the same kind of grace that can only come with a predators instinct, something told him that everyone in the room was a predator. Even the pretty ones.

The CO stopped in front of Anna. Frost kept his eyes forward and let his 'promotion' sink in.

Anna kept her rigid stance and answered when spoken to. "I am whatever you need, Sir. Riflemman, grenadier, first and last resort..."

She didn't want to admit that her other commanding officers would call her hotheaded and risky...but she got the job done. Anna was attracted to dangerous situations. She loved the feeling of almost dying, that rush of life: it made her feel invincible even when she was hurt. Getting hurt just meant that she was still alive. That she could steal bleed. Anna could hold her own, she just found that her superiors found her lacking, not in heart or skill, but in discipline.

"I am best at stealth, Sir," she clarified so she didn't sound flaky, "I am good at getting into places other can't without detection. I am skilled with weapons and I have yet to die...I enjoy being sent into the fray, Sir."

"Do you understand the concept of patience, Private?" asked Sergeni. He wanted to probe Anna, test her. Looking on the marine manifest there wasn't one designated marksman amongst them. Would she manage to take that mantle or would it fall to others?

Anna paused because she had never thought of herself as patient...not really. She'd been patient waiting to get out of the asylum but that was because she was waiting for revenge. Actually, she was still waiting for that so maybe she was patient. Either way, she had been asked a question and needed to answer it. Her MCO wasn't going to wait for her to answer forever.

"I prefer to solve a problem quickly, Sir, but if it means the success of this detachment, I can be patient, Sir," Anna told him. She hoped he wouldn't be angry with that answer. "What do you need of me, Sir?"

"I was thinking of placing someone as the platoon's designated marksman. Not entirely a sniper but someone who can put down accurate fire." explained Sergeni with patience. It was good that she admitted that the 'fray' is something that Anna could face down as a soldier should. "What exactly was your last marksmanship score?"

"37 out of 40, Sir, I'm a good shot," she told him with a nod.

Marksman...she could do it if she tried hard enough, but she'd be itching to fight.

"Sergeant Frost, you will also work with the private here to ensure that she attains the full marksmanship score. Any marine who is under thirty-eight will also go through re-training." stated Sergeni without so much as a blink. "Dismissed."

Frost nodded

"Yes Sir, understood sir"

He raised his voice

"Okay Marines, you heard the top, I want everybody down on the firing range at your earliest convenience and I want scores sent to me personally"

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