Forward Dawn Part II
Posted on Thu 16th May, 2013 @ 3:56am by
Edited on on Thu 16th May, 2013 @ 4:22am
902 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Shuttle-pod Argo
Timeline: Current
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Sergeant Major Jennings moved from his seat on the starboard side to the communications console on the port. Grabbing the chair and swiveling it around first, Troy took to the seat and began inputting his security credentials as he waited for the screen currently displaying the logo of starfleet to filter off. Within seconds, the transmission appeared with the display of dark-skinned human female, in her duty uniform, the rank on her collar was that of Major. The lines under her eyes and the grey streaks in her hair told everyone that she had infact been around the block a few times in the Marine Corps.
A slight smirk came across Jennings face as the major glared at him for a few unspoken seconds, allowing him to start off this conversation.
“Major Thrace.” He said simply as he continued to look at him with saying a word. Jennings, not entirely sure if this transmission was working correctly looked over the data information streaming into the console until she spoke to him.
“It’s not your equipment Sergeant Major Jennings, I’m just making a conscious effort NOT to start yelling at you BEFORE you get to your new assignment, it would make for a very awkward ride to Protector.”
Jennings glanced over at the two pilots thinking that this ride really couldn’t get too much more awkward than it already was. “I doubt that” He said quickly turning back to her.
Her eyes narrowed as she spoke in a low mellow-toned voice. “Your assignment Sergeant Major, was contingent on your recommendation of your predecessor proving to be just as capable as you. Do you recall this conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Mcelroy?” Jennings shrugged a little with his eyebrows as he responded. “Yes ma’am, I remember, Sergeant Major Estava is good marine and was in place as the units operation NCOIC well before I arrive.”
Glancing back at the pilots then back at the major, he continued. “He was next up to take up leadership of the battalion after me.” The major snapped back instantly as she spoke. “He is being brought up on corruption charges Sergeant Major, selling ammo to undercover Starfleet Internal Security Officers. You haven’t been gone three weeks and the battalion is already worse for wear.” Jennings leaned back in his seat as he thought about the man he had been working with for the better part of the last being arrested, his career...effective over. It surprised him greatly, he seemed to be the most capable and squared away marine in the entire unit. The major, not allowing for a minute of rest, continued.
“I’ll have your reassignment request forwarded to Colonel Karikkar so we can make the necessary arrangements to have your shuttle...”
Jennings, at that very moment, stopped being civil and sighted in on the Major as he spoke. “Delay that order Major, I have no intention of coming back to the 132nd to hold anyone's hand. We all have a job to do and mine is very much done at Colony 5.” Moving closer to the screen, his tone changed slightly as he didn’t want to end this conversation on a sour note. “I will advise and assist with the selection of a new battalion sergeant major if need be, but I have no intention of returning back. The Colonel will understand and the battalion will make it without me.” One of the things Jennings found himself fighting more often that not, like with the two pilots, was this dependency on the hard-nose tactics of one marine who has proven himself capable.
The Starfleet Marine Corps had proven to have many great officers and Staff NCO’s. People liked the idea of a person that was larger than life in most respects and simply wanted to be around them. This was very much NOT Sergeant Major Jennings. When he recognized this behavior, instead of scolding them relentlessly (unless it was fun) he would try and break the dependence. This was most encouraged in younger marines to emulate their seniors, but other services starting doing the same thing and it quickly grew out of control. Some marines relish in this false sense of elevation cause by their rank or some sort of event. The thing that makes Jennings so admirable is his ability to bring out the best in his marines and the people without them knowing it.
Without saying a word, the major realized that getting Jennings back into the unit wasn’t going to happen. Closing out the application and the transmission, Jennings stared at the display screen for a moment before standing and speaking to the pilots.
“I’m taking a nap, unless both of you die and the autopilot needs assistance, don’t wake me up.” Jennings turned around simply as the two young officers smiled at the Sergeant Major’s dry humor. Jennings, in all seriousness, turned and looked to the slightly less comfortable looking seats he was about to turn to bed. This flight seemed to be getting long and long by the second.
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Sergeant Major Troy Jennings
Battalion Sergeant Major
75th Marine Battalion
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