Battlestar Rhea, Marine Quarters, 1356 Hours
Master-at-Arms Master Sergeant James Mackenzie...nice title. It'll do you little good against Cylons is what ran through his mind, although he was quite elated over his recent promotion, he was sitting in his quarters enjoying the sweet smooth taste of some Caprican ambrosia. Caprican ambrosia, the best damn ambrosia in the colonies he thought. He nearly dropped his bottle when Private Nina Andrews entered the room.
"Oh, I am sorry sir, am I disturbing you?" she asked as she snapped to a salute.
"At ease, Private." he said, his speech slightly slurred, "You know I don't mind people in here, these are our quarters, I'm just having a little drink. What's the news?" he rolled off of his bunk and stood.
"All's quiet, sir."
They stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds when the klaxons began to blare.
"Action Stations, Action Stations! Set condition one throughout the ship. All hands report to action stations. This is not a drill. Repeat: Action Stations, Action Stations! Set condition one throughout the ship. All hands report to stations. This is not a drill.
They both looked at each other and reacted.
"Report to your station, have the rest of the marines assembled at their stations in two minutes or their asses are mine! And let the MCO get word that I'll be near the CIC."
"Aye, sir."
Nina ran off, following orders. James was throwing on his equipment muttering "Fraks," "Damns," and "Sons of bitches." Just how he wanted to be caught if the Cylons might have shown up, half-drunk in his undershirts. He whipped his bullet resistant vest on, strapped on his elbow pads, and whacked his helmet on. He was ready to go.
The way down to the main marine defensive location near the CIC was riddled with running crew and explosions rattling the ship. James was already sick of this battle, his head hurt, and his ears rang. When he arrived at the marine checkpoint, a squad of about twelve was formed into two lines and were going through the sequence of preparatory clicks, snaps, and clacks to be battle ready. They all saluted when James arrived.
"Sir, this squad is ready for contact."
"Very well, Corporal, at ease. Ladies and gents, from the news I hear, it seems we have another toaster rebellion on our hands. Now, I don't know if these things got the message the first time we shoved our boots up their asses, but I can assure you, any of them that board this vessel will get that message!"
His last sentence was responded to with "Oohrah!" by the squad present. James was pleased with the other marines, they were in high spirits for what was happening. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that if they were taken by such surprise, things must not be going well.
Sergeant Major Highlands approached from the corridor, "Nice speech, Master Sergeant Mackenzie. We will be setting up barricades around the CIC and around Aft Damage Control and Secondary Fire Control, and other key points in the ship. The usuals from basic. Snap to, Sergeant." he finished.
James would take command of the marines near the CIC, Highlands would worry about the ones around ADC and SFC. James nodded to the marines who followed him off at a quick pace.
"Attention all hands, inbound shockwave, brace for impact, five seconds!"
"Brace! Brace!"James bellowed over the noise of the explosions and panicked crew members.
The shockwave tore through the Rhea, Sergeant Mackenzie was nearly against the bulkhead when it hit, but the shockwave carried him the extra eight inches and dislocated his arm. As flame enveloped the hall, a steel I-beam ripped through the ceiling swinging like a pendulum and struck a marine square in his chest. It smashed him up against the opposite bulkhead crushing his ribs and most of his vitals. He was left gasping for air and clawing at his broken chest.
James stood again, everything was blurred and he tasted metal. The pain then came surging from his dislocated arm. He grabbed it with his good arm and with a scream of pain, popped it back into place. He coughed a few times as he saw what was left of his team get onto their feet. There were three casualties, the one marine who was smashed by the I-beam, Private McDaniels, was dead, and two more were injured, but not badly.
"Corporal, I am going to the CIC to see what in the hell is going on, make sure everyone is formed up at their locations, and listen for more announcements like the last one."
He saluted to James who spun around and jogged to the CIC. He arrived to find a scene of chaos. Commander Cavil was on the ground, limp, with blood pooling from a gash in his head, several standing information panels were toppled, and a few of the CIC staff were being patched up.
"Colonel, what the frak is going on, sir?"
Master-at-Arms Master Sergeant James Mackenzie...nice title. It'll do you little good against Cylons is what ran through his mind, although he was quite elated over his recent promotion, he was sitting in his quarters enjoying the sweet smooth taste of some Caprican ambrosia. Caprican ambrosia, the best damn ambrosia in the colonies he thought. He nearly dropped his bottle when Private Nina Andrews entered the room.
"Oh, I am sorry sir, am I disturbing you?" she asked as she snapped to a salute.
"At ease, Private." he said, his speech slightly slurred, "You know I don't mind people in here, these are our quarters, I'm just having a little drink. What's the news?" he rolled off of his bunk and stood.
"All's quiet, sir."
They stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds when the klaxons began to blare.
"Action Stations, Action Stations! Set condition one throughout the ship. All hands report to action stations. This is not a drill. Repeat: Action Stations, Action Stations! Set condition one throughout the ship. All hands report to stations. This is not a drill.
They both looked at each other and reacted.
"Report to your station, have the rest of the marines assembled at their stations in two minutes or their asses are mine! And let the MCO get word that I'll be near the CIC."
"Aye, sir."
Nina ran off, following orders. James was throwing on his equipment muttering "Fraks," "Damns," and "Sons of bitches." Just how he wanted to be caught if the Cylons might have shown up, half-drunk in his undershirts. He whipped his bullet resistant vest on, strapped on his elbow pads, and whacked his helmet on. He was ready to go.
The way down to the main marine defensive location near the CIC was riddled with running crew and explosions rattling the ship. James was already sick of this battle, his head hurt, and his ears rang. When he arrived at the marine checkpoint, a squad of about twelve was formed into two lines and were going through the sequence of preparatory clicks, snaps, and clacks to be battle ready. They all saluted when James arrived.
"Sir, this squad is ready for contact."
"Very well, Corporal, at ease. Ladies and gents, from the news I hear, it seems we have another toaster rebellion on our hands. Now, I don't know if these things got the message the first time we shoved our boots up their asses, but I can assure you, any of them that board this vessel will get that message!"
His last sentence was responded to with "Oohrah!" by the squad present. James was pleased with the other marines, they were in high spirits for what was happening. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that if they were taken by such surprise, things must not be going well.
Sergeant Major Highlands approached from the corridor, "Nice speech, Master Sergeant Mackenzie. We will be setting up barricades around the CIC and around Aft Damage Control and Secondary Fire Control, and other key points in the ship. The usuals from basic. Snap to, Sergeant." he finished.
James would take command of the marines near the CIC, Highlands would worry about the ones around ADC and SFC. James nodded to the marines who followed him off at a quick pace.
"Attention all hands, inbound shockwave, brace for impact, five seconds!"
"Brace! Brace!"James bellowed over the noise of the explosions and panicked crew members.
The shockwave tore through the Rhea, Sergeant Mackenzie was nearly against the bulkhead when it hit, but the shockwave carried him the extra eight inches and dislocated his arm. As flame enveloped the hall, a steel I-beam ripped through the ceiling swinging like a pendulum and struck a marine square in his chest. It smashed him up against the opposite bulkhead crushing his ribs and most of his vitals. He was left gasping for air and clawing at his broken chest.
James stood again, everything was blurred and he tasted metal. The pain then came surging from his dislocated arm. He grabbed it with his good arm and with a scream of pain, popped it back into place. He coughed a few times as he saw what was left of his team get onto their feet. There were three casualties, the one marine who was smashed by the I-beam, Private McDaniels, was dead, and two more were injured, but not badly.
"Corporal, I am going to the CIC to see what in the hell is going on, make sure everyone is formed up at their locations, and listen for more announcements like the last one."
He saluted to James who spun around and jogged to the CIC. He arrived to find a scene of chaos. Commander Cavil was on the ground, limp, with blood pooling from a gash in his head, several standing information panels were toppled, and a few of the CIC staff were being patched up.
"Colonel, what the frak is going on, sir?"