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Three Privates materialised on the transporter pad of the USS Leviathan-A. All wore the Marine green uniform and the old style duffel bag. A Security officer was there to direct them to their quarters. The youngest Marine was last in the line of the privates was a Robert Patterson, he was only 19 years old and stood at 6ft and still was sporting his boot camp hair cut. They were shown to a room with four beds. Two against each wall. On each end of the beds was a wall locker and in the middle of the room was a weapons locker empty of course. Then to the right was the head and sonic shower.

The three of them went to work getting settled, which it took only a few minutes for Private Patterson to do. Then he made his way down to the Armoury.

"Excuse me sir. Private Patterson here to receive his issued weapons."

The specialist in his mid-thirties gave a smile and took the private's PADD and read it.

"Stand at ease. My name is Specialist Barnes, here is your issued weapons. I expect them back when your tour is up or your dead. For now I'm your squad leader. Until we go back and save your Marine CO."

Barnes handed over a long case and dismissed the Marine.

Patterson went back to his quarters and sat on his bottom bunk started to go over his weapons. He pulled out a double handled Type III Phaser rifle, then the power pack and placed it into the rifle. The weapon's light was tested so that he wouldn't get another shocking surprise. The weapon on safety, then locked it in the weapons locker. His personal phaser and tricorder were then locked away as with his throwing knife and other personal weaponry. Finally he laid out on his bed and thought of his girlfriend that was now entering her second year at Starfleet Academy. Then he remembered.

*No I left that life behind. I had too !* He rolled over and thought about how he was going to react in battle when the time came then to sleep.