Marines on the march 1
Posted on 06 Jan 2019 @ 2:54am by Captain Daytona Savage & 2nd Lieutenant Ilyce Savage
Mission:
From the Darkness
Location: Approaching the bridge
Timeline: current
Deck 18
Jefferies Tube
“You heard your CI move your boots.” Summers bellowed from his position.” It sounded like the well co-ordinated beat of a collective of drummers.
Climbing up the JT from level 18 to level 17, Ilyce began to sing.
"I'm machinery
With a semi-automatic heart
I'm unclassified
I terminate, I tear apart
I'm always there when you think I'm not
I'm razor sharp and I'm white and hot
My finger squeezes out the final shot
Say "Goodbye" Daytona called out, the rest of the unit echoing his words.
Shaking her head she lead the second chorus as she lead the way from level 17 to level 16. Adjusting the toy poodle, as she climbed, the other hand insuring the teacup was still there, getting a lick for her efforts, before returning her hand to the ladder rung and resumed climbing. As Summers carried the next verse.
"No integrity
No conscience, I'm just sold and bought
I'm insanity
I'm a camouflag-ed work of art
I've done some things I really can't describe
I've made some mouths open pretty wide
And I am licensed - trained and bona fide
Say "Goodbye"
Savage waited till they followed the Summers before leading the third verse. He allowed himself a gin hearing the cursing coming from the middle of the unit, all ninety six of them. It appeared that some of the unit was not use to climbing up towards the command deck, though he knew the majority of them had no idea where they were going.
"Who do you think we are
Special forces in an armored car
Who do you think we are
We don't care, we don't care"
"I'm carnivorous
Can't count the flesh that I've been through
Never sick of this
I'm red and white and black and blue
I'm always there when you think I'm not
I'm razor sharp and I'm white and hot
My finger squeezes out the final shot
Say Goodbye” Ilyce lead the next, as deck sixteen became fifteen, then fourteen, thirteen, twelve, and continued decreasing, as the noise coming from the marines continued to get louder, it was only the canines which weren't complaining.
"Who do you think we are
Special forces in an armored car
Who do you think we are
We don't care, we don't care."
Summers grabbed the arm of one of the marines before she slipped and fell. Steading her until she reached out and grabbed the rung above her head and started climbing again.
“Do we have a problem Summers?” Daytona asked from the rear of the line using his combadge.
“No. We're all accounted for.” Summers stated replying. “Though the grumbling has grown.”
“Move your butts people who are you?” Savage asked.
“Starfleet Marines.” They called back.
“And who is responsible for the safety of this ship?” Daytona called out.
“We are.” The unit members called back.
“And who are we?”
“Starfleet's Marines.” They responded.
“Then stop your moaning, and remember who you are. You didn't volunteer for this mission you were chosen. If you can't keep up with your Chief Instructor, then does someone want to tell me how you're going too do what is neccessary, and carry out whatever needs to be done?” Daytona stated. “What are you?”
“Starfleet Marines.”
“Then stop your moaning, grumbling and cursing.” Daytona Stated. “Do I make myself clear?” Daytona called making sure every one heard him.
“SIR. YES. SIR”
MCO Captain Daytona Savage
Marine Executive Officer 2nd LT Thomas Summers
Marine Chief Instructor 2nd Lt Ilyce Savage
Master Sgt Flann Read
& the rest of the marines
