Re: Day 03 [1000 hrs.] The Coreless Moon | Away-Mission
Reply #15 –
[ ENS James "Jimmy" Mariner SS Sabine NX-59846 | Docking Bay | Klingon Mining Outpost ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Triage @Kaligos @Striker N7 @CanadianVet @Mathis @Havenborn @Josie @Doc M.
Jimmy enjoyed the view of the flight to the coreless moon, even if he was already developing complacency in his situational awareness of the Azure Nebula. It was a nice break in the monotony of the flight when the moon finally broke through the nebula. Mariner skimmed the Sabine computer's readouts of the moon, and as it approached, the readouts of the Klingon base. The shuttle landed with a satisfying metallic thud, and Mariner stood to attention when Ida gave her orders.
"Aye, Ma'am." (pronounced 'Mahm') Mariner nodded, he was in full game-face mode now: he traded his expression of a perpetual smirk for an alert and ready-to-fight regard. Jimmy kept his head forward-facing once Ida set the crates down and got to business. Jimmy made eye contact with his immediate superior, and made sure he kept his eyes where they belonged as he appreciated her delivery of two new exosuits. Mariner briefly considered taking a look as the lieutenant stepped aside, but Mariner had enough of an imagination to keep himself amused than to risk a demerit.
Earlier in the flight. Jimmy briefly caught a glimpse of a pair of intense fire-colored eyes in the viewscreen's reflection earlier, but was unsure if the pilot's regard was cast in his direction or not. Focusing on his own equipment for now, it was best not to distract a female officer from her duty-- more so now that the Starfleet black-and-grey uniforms were being traded for combat-ready gear. If only Mariner would get an exosuit of his own, he'd spare no expense in its upkeep and personalization. Too bad this time there wasn't an opportunity to show off his artistic talent. Later, if Fire-eyes wanted to appreciate his imagination, all she'd have to do was find him after this assignment. One more person to impress-- but that was secondary to their mission, the big picture, and his crew's survival.
"Bloody hell." The Aussie commented about his new armor when he opened the crate and found himself a changing area in the space behind the cockpit. Mariner got undressed down to his form-hugging briefs and immediately got suited up in the same time it took the other officers, (though the ladies had a head start on the men). Normally, Jimmy would have no qualms about showing off his toned and lightly-scarred body, but right now he needed to get his arse into that exo suit and outside at the double-quick. When he'd been sure his suit was operating at peak efficiency, he took a precautionary inspection of Jak's suit. When he caught his crewmate's attention for a heartbeat, he rubbed his forehead, eye and ear, indicating 'They can hear you, we'll chat out of antennae-shot'. Then Jimmy casually snapped on his own HUD and tested out the helmet's visual filters. The display system came online and he adjusted his settings to get as clear an unobstructed view as he could with the instruments aside. A voice-to-text suite sent a private text through a Klingon translator, just out of courtesy-- and in this case, privacy. <wa'DIch poHlIj conquest, Suq may', vaj, SoH, Pal.>
[Translation: "First you get the the battle, then you get the 'conquest', Friend."
Hinting about the Andorian euphimism for par'mach.]
Docking Bay | Klingon Mining Outpost
Minutes later, Jimmy Mariner was out of the shuttle, pistol drawn and head on a swivel as the hangar's lights came to life. He thought he heard something in the distance, but it could've been a moisture leak for all he knew. The Exo-suit's thermal tracking filter had detected no immediate life form readings.
<Clear.> James gave the hand signal to proceed after being sure there wasn't an armed response team waiting for them in the cavernous hangar. The situation warranted a brief smile when James was authorized to get himself a rifle. In Mariner's hands, the weapon was like a bushranger with his carbine: more accuracy and preset fire rate options in a fire fight. Almost instinctively, he secured his pistol and ensured his rifle was set to stun and that his fire-rate presets mirrored those of his pistol's, which were designed to immediately rival the hated Jem'Hadar rifle in fire rate and stopping power; concentrated semi-automatic being his go to fire setting, 'automatic' for suppressive or cover fire, 'beam' for welding and wide-arc as the response to any encounter of the close-quarters kind, which was understandably costly in fuel cells, and was almost-never used, even by him. Jimmy privately promised himself to be careful with his ammunition... even if it meant using a wide-arc pulsewave on kill setting. <I'd keep my eyes and my options open if I were you, Sir. This isn't exactly a Zero-G training simulator, you know.> Jimmy had caught notice of Jak's apparent cough, but had said nothing about it, until he was tasked with protecting the Câroon, <Last call for Dramamine.> he suggested.
(OOC:-- this was meant to go before Kaligos' Post; I must've logged out)