Stardate: 60618.1200
Title: Fluid Command
Author: Ensign Laurence Adams
Time: After "The View from the Top"
Scene: Relentless/Orbital Drop


Ensign Adams nods to the Captain as the orders for the Orbital Drop come in. Planet-side operations were always exciting due to the openness, and Adams preferred it to the close quarters nervousness present in starship combat.

But, first, he needed a team. Most of the senior officers were spoken for, or already assigned, so Adams wracked his brain. Ensign Erickson should enjoy this, and Laurence wants to see what he can do on the combat field. Running down his crew list mentally, there seems to be two unrepresented departments, Medical and Operations.

Grabbing a PADD from a replicator as he walks, Adams has the crew manifests from those departments downloaded into it. Seems Medical already has several crewmen assigned, and all the officers have tagged themselves as uninterested in this drill. Pity.

Operations Lieutenant Junior Grade Waylon Grant should round out Beta Teams Command Structure nicely. A short while later, Ensign Adams arrives at the Airlock to meet with the XO. On her command, the team dove.

Adams shook her head as the radio chatter filled with cheers and jubilation.
Yeah, the rush was great, but if this was real, that sort of thing could get someone killed. As his feet hit the cold stone of the landing area, Adams begins shouting orders. "Secure the drop zone, 10 meter perimeter, Winters, help me get this local sensor array set up."

As Abigail rushes over, while Laurence removes the small sensor system from his back, the Ensign realizes what he just did. "Sorry, commander, I forgot myself. I was my Squad Captain in my schools TacOps Squad back on Mars."

Abby nods. "We want to see our officers take initiative. Especially when it's what I'd have done anyway," she says, her hands moving expertly on the clunky array, finally powering it up. Hitting some buttons on the portable display, the teams Tactical Headsets come online with their full data feeds. "Alright team, we have three objectives to hit before the rendezvous. Crewmen," she orders, choosing two crewmen at random.

"You're to defend the drop zone until further notice." The crewmen sigh, and drop their heads, this was not what they expected.

"That was an order, Crewmen," the Lieutenant from Operations barked, causing the crewmen to square their shoulders and respond with a hardy "Yes, Sir!"

Abby nods to Ensign Adams, who smiles quickly, before issuing the marching orders, and getting the team en route to their first objective.


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Ensign Laurence Adams
Security/Special Operations
USS Relentless
NCC-11966
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