Marines on the march
Posted on 06 Jan 2019 @ 2:53am by Captain Daytona Savage & 2nd Lieutenant Ilyce Savage
Mission:
From the Darkness
Location: Through the ship
Timeline: Current
OOC: This takes place after Ilyce leaves engineering & daytona finishes with the Colonel
Climbing down the ladders of the JT's 2nd Lt Ilyce Savage wanted to scream, shred someone alive, put her boot up someone's butt and the list continued. The lower she got to the marine centre, the more angry she got and she made no attempt to block it from Daytona.
In the Marine Centre, Daytona stopped talking to Thomas Summers his Marine Executive Officer, and stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp whistle.
“Master Sgt Read, gather the unit, everyone. I want no excuses. They've got three minutes to TL to the lowest of the ship's levels and form a single line. I want the nearest JT hatch unlocked. We'll meet you there.” Daytona stated, getting a YES SIR he lowered his voice to address Thomas. “Ilyce is on her way down the JT's and the Vulcan in her is currently ruling the roost.”
Thomas gave a nod, he'd known Ilyce longer than he'd known the man towering over him. He'd actually given her away at their wedding. “You want me to gather the dogs?” Thomas kept his voice equally low.
“What do you think old man?” Ilyce's voice echoed in both their minds.
“I'll take that as a yes, will I.” Thomas moved off when Daytona nodded.
“How far do you want to run?” Daytona asked his wife mentally.
“Until I drop. Is Thomas taking over PT?”
“Would I even dare.” Thomas answered mentally. “You can keep it, unless the Colonel wants you elsewhere.” Thomas didn't comment to the Vulcan swear words.
“Should I bother to ask whom you want to behead?” Daytona watched the members of the Rescue Retrieval and Recovery Team make their way out of one of the smaller briefing rooms and wait for the next TL to arrive.
“If anyone calls me to Engineering, or that (Another mouthful of Vulcan swear words) echoed through Daytona's mind. “Appears on this level you or Old Man, had better be here to stop him, or the canines will get a full on training event.”
“Move your tight butt to the lowest level, everyone is waiting there for you. You're leading.” Daytona signalled Thomas to get the dogs into the TL, following.”
“You're going to regret me leading.” Ilyce's tone was lowering in Daytona's head.
Standing at the lowest level of the ship, deck 18, Captain Daytona Savage looked at the ninety five marines. “Alright people, CI Savage is about to take us all on a PT run. For those who have worked with her before, you should know some of the songs she likes to sing, if not myself and our executive will help you with the words. Form up as follows. Canines, Keepers remove your leashes. And move behind your canine. Summers will take the miniature poodle, Ilyce will have the toy and teacup and I at the back will have the two Standard Poodles. The rest of Marine Protection Services will fall behind their fellow K9 members. Rescue Retrieval Recovery, you're next.” He watched them shuffle into order. “Marine Intelligence, followed by Snipers and spotters. Chaplain you're next Engineers, Marine Physician, AAV, Ammunition & EOD, Land Support, MCSFG and FAST, followed by those Marines on their first assignment, with experienced marines occupying the tail, and myself bringing up the rear. Questions? No? Good.” Savage passed their miniature poodle to Summers, and put the teacup on the toy's back and watched the pair head to the opening of the JT.
Ilyce didn't exit the JT she merely slid the teacup into her leg pocket, it's head and both feet sticking out, and lifted the toy onto her left shoulder, where it settled. “Permission to move MCO Savage.”
“They're all yours 2nd Lt Savage.”
"Try to keep up People." Ilyce requested.
MCO Captain Daytona Savage
Marine Executive Officer 2nd LT Thomas Summers
Marine Chief Instructor 2nd Lt Ilyce Savage
Master Sgt Flann Read
