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     Craig Serrold |
Craig Serrold made his way along the corridors of Deck 7, many still being repaired or scrubbed after the encounter with the Pfhor's Hunters and their Hounds. The all-too-familiar sound of engineers shouting at each other to clamp down this or to realign that. It was familiar and terrible at the same time. He was certain that Commander Oswald was quite unhappy with him after the way his defense of Deck 5 had ripped up EPS transfers and ODN lines across half the corridors on the level. On the other hand, Commander Daren was probably thrilled that Serrold and Prescot had managed to hold off the Hunters and gain access to the Intelligence Module's internal sensor controls. He wasn't sure whether to expect a court martial or a promotion. Frankly, he would settle for a return to active combat flight duty. His tendency for roguish action had saved lives numerous times. But one of these days, he supposed, someone could get killed. Not himself, he was certain. He could always take care of himself. But Dr. Thompson and Commander Tlaloco had almost suffered for his stubborn refusal to leave Deck 5 until the Hunters and the Hounds were completely wiped out. He knew that he himself would have been fine - countless bleeding, open wounds and suicidal odds not withstanding. Careless. Brash. A rogue. He knew what he was thought by his peers. He honestly didn't care. He just did what he needed to get his job done. And hopefully, that would earn him the respect he deserved and a lady's affection at the end of the day. Not this day, though, he knew. It had been a while since any gal had clued in to his way of thinking. He certainly had his eye on the likes of Commander Oswald and Lt. Ma`Aru, but he figured that his chances with either of them were about as good as were the chances of the Task Group finding her way home. Rounding the corner into Seventh Heaven, Serrold gasped as he caught sight of a strinking female presence. His smile turned quickly to a frown as he realized that it was the artifice, Savant, having a few drinks with its human shipmates. Deciding not to put out his fellow organic beings on the account of the synthetic, Serrold strolled over to the table and ordered himself a beer. ================== Christian D. Clem '01, aka "Aggie" 1st Lt. Craig Serrold, SFMC, 8th Recon Regiment Wing Leader, TFW-47 "Thunderbirds" U.S.S. Coronado NCC-97901 |