Have Fun....That's an order! - Part 1

Posted on Sat Aug 16, 2025 @ 4:26am by Colonel Nicholas Means III & Sergeant Major Arcenio Velez & Commodore T'mpest Michaels & Commander Cara Letsul & Major K'doc Valadorn & Lieutenant Annora Tessaro & Master Sergeant Miranda Schultz & Gunnery Sergeant Terry Henderson & Sergeant Gabriela Sanchez & Corporal Annemieke Rademaker

1,431 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Time After Time
Location: Pangaea
Timeline: MD 13 Afternoon/Evening

[DS5]

There was still construction going on for the new Marine base on Pangaea and would be for some time but his Marines had earned a little respite and celebration. They had fought and bled for the defense of the station and for the planet as well. If it hadn't been for the advance warning they had received...the Cardassian attack would have caught them completely unaware. Who know what would have happened had they succeeded.

All Marines not on duty were open to attend and each unit had been encouraged to ensure those on duty were relieved so they could attend as well. And even though there were still a few whose injuries had them in sickbay he was personally going to make sure that they at least get something.

Leaving his office he made his way to the motor pool were his Marines were doing routine maintenance or finishing up repairs on the worst of the equipment damaged during the fight. That was the one thing that he was glad to see had remained consistent in the Corps; even though they were Federation's 'force in readiness' they still had other jobs to do. The cavernous bay had held much much more but with the base on the surface most of the land vehicles and heavy weapons had been transferred there and the bay would soon be home to his incoming fighter wing.

As he stood there watching several engineers surveying the area for the coming modifications he turned at the curse of a frustrated Marine.

Straining again he tried to free the component but the housing was still not letting go..."DAMMIT!...Fucking thing!"

Means interject. "Have you tried emergency repair procedure #1?"

Not recognizing the voice Sams turned his head with a disgusted, "What?" As soon as he saw who it was he snapped to. "Sorry Sir. I didn't know..."

Means raised his hand. "At ease...So do you?"

"Did I....? Oh , emergency repair procedure #1... No sir I didn't kick it but I'd like to kick it out an airlock."

Stepping up to to see what he was working on. If the housing id damaged to that extent...your still getting good diagnostics from it? "

"Yes sir the components are good but it just won't release."

"Well. It'll take stronger gear than what you get here to cut that framework away. Save it for tomorrow. You and the rest can secure for the day. Pass the word to the rest here and go get cleaned up and catch on of the Hoppers to the surface."

"Yes Sir! Thank you sir!"

Returning to his office he saw that those that could, had taken off to change over or head straight to the surface. Moving over to his wall locker he grabbed his bag and changed before returning to his desk to wrap a few things up.


[Pangaea]

Miranda Schultz took the early shift to let others go to the party first. She wanted to be sure to make the evening meal and bonfire. While she loved the "reindeer games" (as she liked to call it), but if she had a preference, she wanted to be at the bonfire later. "Sanchez, I've got you covered. Just don't forget to relieve me."

Gabriela grinned. "No way. I plan to stuff myself and get a good buzz on, but I'll be back in time to relieve you. No worries."

The shuttle bearing Cara landed, she was rather glad of the pilot's skill and his care of making certain she had a good view before setting down. Stepping out of the shuttle she took another look at her outfit. It would pass muster, and also was durable. Black cargo pants, well fitting boots, dark green tee shirt. Her hair was tied back into a loose ponytail bound by a band the same color as her shirt. She made her way to where the marine gathering would be at, looking to see if she could spot Nick. In the meantime she wandered around to see what was available planning on getting involved with some of the games there.

Sergeant William Huxley stepped off the transport in a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. The Marines, both on the station and planet-side, had fought hard to repel the Cardassians and Xi'Cadian troops from the area. They had taken a moment to mourn the fallen, now it was time to let off some stress and celebrate their victory.

K'doc and Khylara arrived on the station to find out that most of the marines were planet side for a victory party. All of their gear had been moved into their quarters and they went to the shuttle bay to go down and check out the festivities. Dressed in his duty BDU's and his house Hurric war dagger strapped to his leg they boarded the shuttle to go planet side and arrived in short order.


[DS5]

Corporal Annemieke Rademaker entered the room. Since it was a party, she was in civies, which consisted of mauve coloured dress with matching flats. She could never get the reason women wore high-heels, they hurt to wear, damaged your balance and were totally unsuitable for fight. She didn't expect to have to fight tonight, but a Marine should be prepared for anything.

Looking up from his desk seeing his aid standing there silently. "Guess it's time to go huh?"

"Yes, sir." Annemieke said. "I've instructed the Computer to take your messages, and alert me only if its an emergency."

"Perfect..." and with a little chuckle, "...someone's bucking for a promotion."

"I also managed to wrangle a couple of anti-intoxicant hypos, we can't have the Head Marine, drunk and dancing on tables can we, sir."

That made him stop, looking at her with his head cocked to the side. He hadn't planned on too much drinking but he remembered a 'Bosses Night' at the enlisted club when he was a Corporal where they got their Captain plastered but sneaking more and more alcohol into his mixed drinks (true story).

"Well hopefully those won't be need for me...but I have no doubt someone is going to need those. But are you saying I can't dance?"

"Not at all, Sir." Annemieke said. "I just believe it should be something you enjoy in private."

Deactivating his terminal, "Well let's get going shall we." As he came around from behind his desk he grabbed the cigar tube and his lighter.


[Pangaea]

The last hopper had already departed but Means and Rademaker used the Colonel's shuttle make the trip to the surface. As they approached he grinned as he saw that things were in full swing.

Stepping from the shuttle he immediately took in the smell one of the grills and realized he hadn't eaten since early this morning. Following his nose he saw the station's XO, "Enjoying yourself?"

Cara turned with a smile, "So far so good, Just been deciding which of the events I want to get involved in, after I eat this." holding out a plate which had a burger upon it.

Means chuckled. "Well if you plan on getting in on the diz-iz relay you might want to eat afterwards."

"Well that maybe so but, I'm hungry and I'm going to eat. Before I get involved." Cara giving a bit of a laugh. I get to hungry, I am not pleasant." giving a wink and a laugh.

Means couldn't help but laugh as well. "Well we can't have anyone hangry now can we."

"Definitely not me." Cara giving a laugh and a wink.


T'mpest stayed at Bag End after the others left so Alanna could take her to the portal complex. Even though it wasn't working, Alanna wanted to see if the sentries responded to the new commander--and they had. It validated the former chief science officer's claim that the station commander was also the ruler of the planet. And now that T'mpest had passed the test, she changed into a pair of jeans and a cotton button-up shirt in dark blue and went to the base, ready to celebrate with the Marines.

K'doc went over to the grilling station and got two large pieces of beef and grilled them himself, A quick thirty count on each side and slapped on a plate. He gave one to Khylara. " They always overcook the meats at events like this and ruin the flavor, That's why I'll always cook my own. Let go mingle and see what they are doing for fun and to let off steam, shall we? "


TBC....

 

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