Time For Me To Fly...Again
Posted on Thu Sep 6, 2018 @ 1:47pm by Major Victor Crowe
886 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission: Divide et Impera ~ Chapter 2: Heralding the Chase
ATTN: This post contains offensive language. Be warned!!
They say that there is nothing colder then the vastness of outer space, except maybe an ex-wife’s heart! the man in the mirror smiled as he completed his morning ablutions. Victor Crowe, a captain in the Starfleet Marine Corps known to his friends as Vic, splashed some Aspen cologne onto his freshly-shaved face, then dried off with a face towel. The nice thing about an assignment in the Delta Quadrant is that I finally can get away from that crazy Orion bitch that had been stalking me! The sex had been awesome, but she lacked the warmth and humanity Clara had possessed.
Vic padded into his bedroom and opened the wardrobe, selecting a digital camo utility uniform for the day. He normally wore his dress khakis when reporting in, but he was nowhere near his new assignment, a Prometheus-class ship, USS Victory. The destruction of the Gateway had been hard to take as he and his company had been ready to go into the Delta Quadrant and kick some Borg ass. Marine Force Recon had passed on a few tactics for fighting the drones, and Vic had been eager to try them out. Alas, no Gateway meant no more Delta Quadrant assignments. Vic put the Delta Quadrant out of his mind and focused on the present.
Discovery of a new wormhole into the Delta Quadrant had piqued his curiosity enough to volunteer his company for a transfer to a permanent duty garrison there. Vic had arrived at the transfer point three months earlier, having been delayed from his initial flight by a medical emergency, namely his appendix had needed removal just hours before the transit. After recovery, Vic had become a transitory Marine, assisting with security operations and drilling the hell out of the Marine detachment already on board the station, showing the detachment CO a few tricks he had picked up over the years.
=/\= Captain Crowe, you have an incoming subspace transmission,=/\= the computer announced suddenly.
“On screen,”
=/\= Vic, you old sonofabitch! =/\= the smiling face of Colonel Winslaus Deering greeted him. =/\= How in the hell did you manage to finagle a repost to the Delta?=/\=
“Well, your wife owed me a favor after the birth of your son, so…”
=/\=Very funny!=/\= Deering grinned at his favorite subordinate. Crowe had been one of his star pupils during ACT (Advanced Combat Training), keeping all of the class on their toes with his never-ending stream of wisecracks and pranks. =/\= I have a message from Command. It says, and I quote ‘Captain Victor Crowe is hereby promoted to the rank of major, effective as of this stardate.’ Now, what I want to know is whose ass did you kiss to get advanced in rank?=/\=
“Well, colonel, the list is long but distinguished. Are you jealous or wanting a turn?” Vic smiled at his former training officer, now a good friend.
=/\=Congratulations, son! I don’t need to tell you to watch your ass out there. I’m beefing up your detachment to a company. It will be a tight fight, but you can never have too many Marines.=/\=
“Appreciated, colonel.” Vic smiled as he pinned his new rank pip onto his collar.
=/\=Looks good, son! Be careful out there! Deering out=/\=
=/\=Major Crowe, please report to the USS Victory.=/\= the computer announced.
“Please tell the ship’s captain I will be there in thirty minutes.” Crowe replied.
=/\=Message acknowledged=/\=
As Vic slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, he secretly wondered if he would ever return to the Alpha Quadrant. He hadn’t seen or spoken to his family in five years due to their displeasure at his decision to remain in the SMC rather than retire and run the family farms. It was a matter of staying true to himself. Vic was no farmer, and he was sure that it would take less than a year for him to quit and go back to being a Marine, albeit with a private security company or neighboring alliance. The kids knew that their dad was a fighting man and had accepted the decision with stoic cheer, but his parents had not been so forgiving. Oh well, water under the bridge!
USS VICTORY
TWO MINUTES LATER
DECK 2, SENIOR OFFICER’S QUARTERS
“Rank has it’s privileges,” Vic smiled as he looked at his quarters. He was grateful he didn’t have to share a head with someone else, which meant he could lounge around in his boxers if he wanted to. He set his duffel bag on the sofa. “Computer, inform the captain’s yeoman I am onboard and available for a briefing.”
=/\=Acknowledged. Message delivered. =/\=
Vic decided that until he was summoned to the captain’s office he would check out his new troops, picking up a padd to begin reading up on his supply and personnel dispositions. Snipers, advanced recon teams, infantry, even three Arrow-class troop carriers. I hope it’s enough!
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Major Victor Crowe
MARDET CO
USS VICTORY
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