Distress

Marine Captain Jon Phanan sat behind the Tactical console on the Bridge. The Bridge was currently unoccupied. Jon wasn't surprised. He didn't expect Fleeties (slang the Marine Corps uses for Starfleet personnel) to be able to stay up to these hours easily. It reminded him of the time he was with his former squad when they were on covert ops mission to Cardassia.

They were to assassinate a double agent while he was relaying information back to his Commander on Cardassia. Phelps, the squad's tech set up listening systems in the office where the transition was taking place and got every word the double agent was saying. Then Jon took over. He took out his Federation Mark. II particle weapon and attached the scope to it. Then crouching behind a scaffolding he took aim, and fired. The bullet traveled rapidly, striking the agent in the head. His lifeless body fell to the ground. His informant could only wet his pants, and run out of the room.

Jon smiled. It was his glory days. Now, he was stuck on a Fleeties ship, traveling through the expanse of space. Jon went back to reading the novel he had with him. Then, an alarm went off on the Tactical panel. He quickly looked over to check it out. It was nothing. Just a variance in the phaser emitter system. It quickly repaired itself. Jon sighed, and began with his book again. Then, the real trouble started.

[Captain Phanan come in !] It was Commander Toran.

"Yes sir." Jon replied, tapping his commbadge.

[Get yourself down to Commander Harris' quarters immediately !]

"On my way !" Jon tapped the panel, waking up a security officer and having him come to work the Tactical panel on the Bridge. Jon sprinted for the turbolift.

Outside Harris' Quarters

Jon sprinted down the hall, Type II phaser in hand. He saw Commander Toran standing outside of Harris' quarters, the doors closed. Toran motioned to the control panel next to the door. Jon nodded and got down on one knee, ready to fire. Toran put in his access code, and the doors opened. Two Klingon males were in the room. The first one with his arm broken. The first Klingon yelled out something in Klingon, and the two turned. The first one leaped at Toran. He fired his phaser, knocking the Klingon out. The second one leaped for Jon. Before he could fire, the Klingon rammed into him, knocking him onto the floor.

"Get to Harris !" Jon grunted out, wrestling the Klingon.

Jon wrestled his way out from underneath the Klingon. Both rose. The Klingon ran at Jon. Jon fell onto his back and rolled, bringing his feet into the Klingon's gut. He then kicked, thrusting the Klingon against the corridor wall. Jon sprang up and removed a six inch Bowie knife from his boot. He took the knife in his hand and threw it at the dazed Klingon. The butt end of the knife struck him in the forehead, knocking him unconscious. Jon walked over and picked the knife up. He then placed it back in the sheathed compartment of his boot.

"That's how we do things in the Marine Corps." He turned and walked into Harris' quarters.

Toran was kneeling next to Commander Harris. "Get over to Lieutenant Rashad and preform an emergency medical beamout."

Toran dematerialized with Commander Harris. Jon followed suit, tapping his commbadge requesting emergency medical beamout. He picked up Rashad and waited for his molecules to be de-assembled and reassembled in Sickbay.

Sickbay

Jon appeared in Sickbay. Toran already had Commander Harris on a biobed. Jon walked over, and placed T'Kul on a biobed next to Harris. The doors opened to Sickbay and Commander Birchfield came in, still in his nightwear.

"My God ! Computer, activate EMH." He announced.

Jon tapped his commbadge. "Gleason get your butt to Sickbay double-time !"

[Yes sir ! Right away sir !] Gleason replied.

Robbie Gleason was the newest Marine recruit to Jon's small band of Marines. He acted as assistant CMO onboard his previous vessel before transferring over to the Leviathan. He joined with Jack Truman and was assigned as Squad Medic. After half a minute, Gleason arrived in Sickbay, and went to work alongside Birchfield acting as his assistant. After nearly an hours worth of medical work, Harris and T'Kul were patched up, but still unconscious.

"How are they going to do?" Toran asked Birchfield.

"Well..." Birchfield started.".....Mr. Gleason and I have repaired the damage done to their bodies. However, there was massive bleeding suffered by both and it'll be a while before they both wake up again."

"Alright. Thank you doctor." Toran started out of Sickbay.

"Gleason, you're with me." Jon said, following Toran out of Sickbay. Robbie followed suit, right behind the superior officers.

Corridor, heading towards Security Office

"Crewman Jackson, come in." Toran tapped his commbadge.

"Yes sir Commander." Came the reply.

"Are the two Klingons locked up in there ?"

"Yes sir."

"Toran out." He tapped his badge, closing the channel. He then looked over to Jon, who was walking next to him. "It's about time we nail these sons of bitches' hides to the wall."

"Yes sir." Jon grinned evilly with anticipation. He enjoyed 'busting balls' and taking out his anger on scum that would harm crew mates. Finally, some real action.