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*((Embassy - Conference Room 1))*

The Admiral's briefing ended abruptly with all but a few questions =
asked
and answered. Almost immediately the room broke into a dull murmur as a
handful of breakout sessions began discussing some of the minutia involved=

in the upcoming missions. Wes looked toward the Marine sitting next to him=

as he was addressed.



*Parker*: Welcome to Duronis, Lieutenant...



*Greaves*: Thanks, sir. I wish it had been a meeting on better
circumstances, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice to=
be back in the
saddle again. The academy was a long four years.



*Parker*: I'm going to go talk to the Admiral. Meanwhile, get yourself
acquainted with the rest...



*Greaves*: Aye aye sir. See you at Ops.



Wes stood, laying his rifle down on the table next to his helmet and making=

room for Hannibal to easily escape from his own chair.



*Mitchell*: ::leaning over and sticking out a hand:: Mitchell, nice to
meet you in person Lt.



*Greaves*: Same to you sir. You must be the CAG? Hell of a force the
embassy has got assigned to it. I've always loved working with you=

aviators sir, even if you all have the easy job in the Marines. ::he said=

with a wink:: So is every day at the Embassy just as exciting?



*Mitchell*: Actually you got a pretty average welcome for a Marine joining=

this unit. I came out for a wedding, so I got at least two days on planet=

without a fire fight. But then I went back to my last posting to finish my=

rotation there, then came back out and pretty much jumped into combat
sortie.



*Greaves*: Hell, I think I'm gonna like it here. Never a dull day w=
ith the
Romulans afoot.



*Mitchell*: But if you will excuse me, I need to have a word with Lt Garcia=

before he beams up to the Thunder.



*Greaves*: Of course sir. I'll see you over at Ops.



Wes watched the pilot hurry off after Lieutenant Garcia before he turned
toward the final Marine he had yet to meet.



*Greaves*: Lieutenant Wes Greaves Ma'am. Nice to meet you.



*Martinez*: Response



*Greaves*: No Ma'am, it was great working with Alpha Squad. No one =
in the
squad got hurt, except for maybe our pride when we lost the trail. Everyone=

I left with came back, and that's a win in my book. Wouldn=E2=80=
=99t trade a
welcome like that for anything.



*Martinez*: Response





As the din of conversation began to die down, the XO stood to address the=

crowd.



*Teller*: You folks heard the Admiral - Intercept Team, rally out front of=

the admin building in five minutes for transport to the Thunder. Ground
team, we'll be using the Ops center as a war room until further notice -
Major Parker, Lt. Col Mitchell & 2nd Lt. Greaves - meet me there and we'll=

start formulating a tactical plan. ::He offered them a tight, knowing
smile:: I realize this isn't how anybody expected today to go...but this is=

the life we chose. Good hunting to you all. Dismissed.



Wes looked to Captain Martinez.



*Greaves*: Well, that's my cue ma'am. I'll see you=
at ops.



*Martinez*: Response.





*((Marine Ops Center =E2=80=93 Duronis II))*

Greaves: Computer, increase lighting 30 percent.



Wes didn't mind the ambient mood lighting that a red alert cast in =
every
room he had been in, but the Ops center was a planning space. It didn=E2=80=
=99t
need dim mood lighting, it needed a bright and clear space that left no
room for confusion or ambiguity.



Other than a few junior Marines, Wes was the first one to arrive and he
took advantage of the fact. Without a room of his own, all of his
belongings were still stowed in a corner in the quarterdeck. Wes managed to=

replicate a fresh, dry uniform, and trade out his soaked equipment for
their clean counterparts. Now, standing over the situation table in his
fresh uniform, armed with his equipment belt and type 3 phaser slung over=

his backk, Wes began prepping the room for the arrival of the senior
officers.



*Greaves*: Computer, display holographic render of Talison forest.
Annotate markers for the shuttle crash site, the Romulan launch site,
Romulan escape path, and last known location of the Romulan team.



The computer chirped a pleasant response and immediately complied with the=

commands. A 3D image sprang forth from the table showing a wide swath of=

forest. All of the requested markers were clearly annotated, bright yellow=

snaking lines plainly displayed the known escape path of the Romulans.



*Greaves*: Computer, display Romulan minefield and drone ambush site on
the map.



Another chirp and small renders and markers of the Romulan minefield were=

projected onto the display.



By the time the senior officers began filing into the Ops center a few
moments later, Wes stood near the table, hands clasped respectfully behind=

his back. He offered a friendly greeting to those he recognized as they
filed in. Seeing a quorum present, Wes addressed the group.



*Greaves*: Good afternoon team. If you don't mind, I'd li=
ke to frame the
situation as I see it. Since I led the first responders and was the last
one in the AO, I think my understanding of the situation on the ground may=

be the most complete.



*Staff*: Response?



Wes nodded and smiled, unclasping his hands and beginning to brief the
officers before him.



*Greaves*: The Tal Shiar team grabbed our Doctor here ::pointing to the
crash site:: armed with hand disruptors and active camouflage. Responders=

pursued the Romulans to the north until they encountered a minefield and
nearly a dozed disruptor armed drones less than a kilometer to the north of=

the crash site.



Wes traced the route with his pointer finger, stopping at the minefield for=

emphasis.



*Greaves*: Tracking of the Romulans was intermittent but we know they
continued north in a haphazard route. Possibly avoiding other minefields or=

traps they had laid. Alpha squad landed here. ::Pointing two kilometers
north of the crash site:: After extraction of the crash survivors, the
Romulans continued to the north and their signal was lost here ::pointing=

again to a rocky area of the map, covered in foothills::



*Greaves*: From what we know, the Doctor was not injured when the Romulans=

took her, but if they have reached a hide site there is no telling what
kind of equipment they have cached. If they managed to find a cave
complex, even without shielding, it may be exceptionally difficult to
detect them. Furthermore, the rain in the area has turned to moderate
snow, which will make identifying anything in the forest visually much more=

difficult, although it may be easier to detect anomalies in the infrared.=




Wes paused and looked across the officers in the room. He nodded once to
himself before continuing.



*Greaves*: Are there any questions for me?



*Staff*: Response?



After receiving empty looks from the staff, Wes concluded there were no
further questions and he turned to the two leaders in the room.



*Greaves*: That concludes my situation update team. I'll turn the=
floor
over to the Lieutenant Commander here and Major Parker.





2nd Lieutenant Wes Greaves

Marine Officer

Embassy of Duronis II/USS Thor

E239702WG0



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=C2=A0



((Embassy - Conference Room 1))



The Admiral's briefing ended abruptly wit=
h all but a few
questions asked and answered. =C2=A0 >Almost immediately
the room broke into a dull murmur as a handful of breakout sessions began
discussing some of the minutia involved in the upcoming missions. le="mso-spacerun:yes">=C2=A0Wes looked toward the Marine sitting n=
ext to
him as he was addressed.



=C2=A0



Parker: Welcome to Duronis, Lieutenant...<=
/p>

=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Thanks,
sir. I wish it had been a meeting on better circumstances, but I'd =
be lying if
I said it wasn't nice to be back in the saddle again. "mso-spacerun:yes">=C2=A0 The academy was a long four years.



=C2=A0



Parker: I'm going to go talk to the Ad=
miral.
Meanwhile, get yourself acquainted with the rest...



=C2=A0



Greaves: Aye aye sir. See you at Ops.



=C2=A0



Wes stood, laying his rifle down on the table nex=
t to his
helmet and making room for Hannibal to easily escape from his own chair. p>

=C2=A0



Mitchell:=C2=A0 ::leaning over and stickin=
g out a
hand:: Mitchell, nice to meet you in person Lt.



=C2=A0



Greaves: Same to you sir.=C2=A0 You must be the CAG? Hell of a force the
embassy has got assigned to it.=C2=A0 an>I've
always loved working with you aviators sir, even if you all have the easy j=
ob
in the Marines. ::he said with a wink::=C2=
=A0
So is every day at the Embassy just as exciting?



=C2=A0



Mitchell: Actually you got a pretty averag=
e
welcome for a Marine joining this unit. I came out for a wedding, so I got =
at
least two days on planet without a fire fight. But then I went back to my l=
ast
posting to finish my rotation there, then came back out and pretty much jum=
ped
into combat sortie.



=C2=A0



Greaves: Hell, I think I'm gonna l=
ike it here.
Never a dull day with the Romulans afoot.



=C2=A0



Mitchell: But if you will excuse me, I nee=
d to
have a word with Lt Garcia before he beams up to the Thunder.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Of
course sir.=C2=A0 I'll see =
you over at Ops.



=C2=A0



Wes watched the pilot hurry off after Lieutenant =
Garcia
before he turned toward the final Marine he had yet to meet.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Lieutenant Wes Greaves Ma'am. Nice to meet you.



=C2=A0



Martinez: Response



=C2=A0



Greaves: No Ma'am, it was great wo=
rking with Alpha
Squad. No one in the squad got hurt, except for maybe our pride when we los=
t
the trail. Everyone I left with came back, and that's a win in my b=
ook. =C2=A0Wouldn't trade a=
welcome like that for
anything.



=C2=A0



Martinez: Response



=C2=A0



=C2=A0



As the din of conversation began to die down, the=
XO
stood to address the crowd.



=C2=A0



Teller:=C2=A0 You folks heard the Admiral =
-
Intercept Team, rally out front of the admin building in five minutes for
transport to the Thunder.=C2=A0 Ground team, we'll be using the Ops cen=
ter as a
war room until further notice - Major Parker, Lt. Col Mitchell & 2nd Lt=
.
Greaves - meet me there and we'll start formulating a tactical plan.=C2=
=A0 ::He
offered them a tight, knowing smile:: I realize this isn't how anybody =
expected
today to go...but this is the life we chose. Good hunting to you all.=C2=A0
Dismissed.



=C2=A0



Wes looked to Captain Martinez.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Well, that's my cue ma'am. I'll see you at o=
ps.



=C2=A0



Martinez: Response.



=C2=A0



=C2=A0



((Marine Ops Center =E2=80=93 Duronis II))=



Greaves:=C2=A0 <=
/span>Computer,
increase lighting 30 percent.



=C2=A0



Wes didn't mind the ambient mood lighting=
that a red
alert cast in every room he had been in, but the Ops center was a planning
space. It didn't need dim mood lighting, it needed a bright and cle=
ar space
that left no room for confusion or ambiguity.=C2=A0



=C2=A0



Other than a few junior Marines, Wes was the firs=
t one to
arrive and he took advantage of the fact.=
=C2=A0
Without a room of his own, all of his belongings were still stowed i=
n a
corner in the quarterdeck. Wes managed to replicate a fresh, dry uniform, a=
nd
trade out his soaked equipment for their clean counterparts. Now, standing =
over
the situation table in his fresh uniform, armed with his equipment belt and
type 3 phaser slung over his backk, Wes began prepping the room for the arr=
ival
of the senior officers.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Computer, display holographic render of Talison forest. Annotate mar=
kers
for the shuttle crash site, the Romulan launch site, Romulan escape path, a=
nd
last known location of the Romulan team.



=C2=A0



The computer chirped a pleasant response and imme=
diately complied
with the commands.=C2=A0 A 3D image=
sprang
forth from the table showing a wide swath of forest.=C2=A0 All of the requested markers were clearly
annotated, bright yellow snaking lines plainly displayed the known escape p=
ath
of the Romulans.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Computer, display Romulan minefield and drone ambush site on the map=
.



=C2=A0



Another chirp and small renders and markers of th=
e Romulan
minefield were projected onto the display.



=C2=A0



By the time the senior officers began filing into=
the Ops
center a few moments later, Wes stood near the table, hands clasped
respectfully behind his back.=C2=A0 >He offered
a friendly greeting to those he recognized as they filed in.=C2=A0 Seeing a quorum present, Wes addressed the
group.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Good afternoon team.=C2=A0 I=
f you don't
mind, I'd like to frame the situation as I see it. Since I led the =
first
responders and was the last one in the AO, I think my understanding of the =
situation
on the ground may be the most complete.



=C2=A0



Staff: Response?



=C2=A0



Wes nodded and smiled, unclasping his hands and b=
eginning
to brief the officers before him.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
The Tal Shiar team grabbed our Doctor here ::pointing to the crash
site:: armed with hand disruptors and active camouflage.=C2=A0 Responders pursued the Romulans to the north
until they encountered a minefield and nearly a dozed disruptor armed drone=
s less
than a kilometer to the north of the crash site.



=C2=A0



Wes traced the route with his pointer finger, sto=
pping at
the minefield for emphasis.



=C2=A0



Greaves: Tracking of the Romulans was inte=
rmittent
but we know they continued north in a haphazard route. Possibly avoiding ot=
her
minefields or traps they had laid.=C2=A0 <=
/span>Alpha
squad landed here. ::Pointing two kilometers north of the crash site:: style="mso-spacerun:yes">=C2=A0
After extraction of the crash sur=
vivors, the
Romulans continued to the north and their signal was lost here ::pointing a=
gain
to a rocky area of the map, covered in foothills::



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
From what we know, the Doctor was not injured when the Romulans took
her, but if they have reached a hide site there is no telling what kind of
equipment they have cached.=C2=A0 I=
f they
managed to find a cave complex, even without shielding, it may be exception=
ally
difficult to detect them.=C2=A0 Fur=
thermore,
the rain in the area has turned to moderate snow, which will make identifyi=
ng
anything in the forest visually much more difficult, although it may be eas=
ier
to detect anomalies in the infrared.



=C2=A0



Wes paused and looked across the officers in the =
room. He
nodded once to himself before continuing.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
Are
there any questions for me?



=C2=A0



Staff: Response?



=C2=A0



After receiving empty looks from the staff, Wes c=
oncluded
there were no further questions and he turned to the two leaders in the roo=
m.



=C2=A0



Greaves:=
=C2=A0
That
concludes my situation update team. =C2=A0=
I'll
turn the floor over to the Lieutenant Commander here and Major Parker.



=C2=A0



=C2=A0



2nd Lieutenant Wes Greaves



Marine Officer



Embassy of Duronis II/USS Thor



E239702WG0



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