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     LtMaj Prescot |
The squad stopped in their tracks and quickly crouched down. Nothing could be heard in the jungle around them. No local wildlife, no transports in the distance. Nothing. Their scout had reported something suspicious up to the north. He only caught a quick glance of it but he swore it looked like a Birdie. Quickly the squad dispersed in pairs close by, forming a staggered line. Their objective was just one more “klick” a head of them. A minor research station that was deemed a target because it was believed to be a refueling point for transport ships. They had seen it in the valley from their last hill that they climbed down. The sentries were always the hard part. The sentry sent back the danger signal again through the com network; he had positive ID on the birdie. Now the hard part began. Intelligence reported that there were approximately six Birdie’s that patrolled the area at any given time. The team needed to take out enough of the birdies to sneak by. The only problem was, their weapons were distinctively not silenced. As the scout let out a single blast, taking down the birdie, suddenly a Klaxon was heard. Suddenly forest was alive, as the earth underneath them started to tremble lightly, as if something was coming towards them from a distance. The sound of light and heavy footsteps were heard again growing closer and closer. One of the privates caught that something was moving behind him out of the corner of his eye. As he turned he saw not one but twenty hounds burrowing up towards the surface. Just as they jumped up with claws bared, the sounds of approaching footsteps revealed results. Approximately 10 meters ahead of the squad’s formation a group of approximately twenty Hunters and fifteen Birdies appeared. Just as the oncoming assault forces were about to open fire a voice booms out over the speakers. “Computer!!! Freeze Program!!!” All at once the enemy and the surrounding jungle stopped, frozen in time. The Marines in that jungle however, were very vocal and colorful in their displeasure. “Terminate Program,” Prescot said grimly coming from the direction of the primary target as it disappeared into the standard black background and yellow lines. “Dismissed. Debriefing will be in 20 minutes.” A Gunnery Sergeant followed Prescot reaching the Major when he finally stopped. “You know none of this is their fault when it comes down to it sir,” the sergeant said. Nodding his head once Prescot replied, “Yes. The weapons we have now are far to “noisy” to be of any use to a reconnaissance team. We need something that isn’t quite as noisy.” “Any ideas sir?” the sergeant asked. Shaking his head Prescot replied, “Not a clue. I’ll go see what I can do about enlisted some better help though. See you in the debriefing sergeant.” With that Prescot turned and exited the holodeck and made his way towards the barracks. |