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     Brigadier General Jeremy Ironside - Supreme Commander, Defender Ground Forces |
If there was one thing Jeremy Ironside hated, it was fighting on an unfamiliar battlefield. No time to plan. No time to strategize. Simply make due with what you had and try to kill the other man before he killed you. He hated this particular USS Coronado. Particularly the deck three airlock, the removal of which meant the entire third deck was now an atmosphere-less death trap. His eyes scanned the PADD he had picked up with the ship’s schematics. It seemed unnecessary to stay on deck two – the Klingons on deck three were isolated there until they managed to jury rig an airlock or pressurize the deck. Unless they wanted to kill everyone onboard the ship, including their own men on deck 5, they wouldn’t try to open a hatch to deck two or three. It was a dishonourable way of eliminating their enemy, the Starfleet officers, and they’d want, at the very least, a handful of officer captives. So he quickly started issuing orders for the departure of all personnel on deck two to deck four, where there was no doubt a raging firefight from the Klingons assaulting from deck five. The weapons from the armoury would have been a problem to move – there were far more weapons than there were personnel on this deck and they could carry only so much – so Ironside quickly ordered all the linens on deck brought to one place, and bedsheets were quickly converted into large bags to hold the weapons, comforters tied together to make ropes to lower the weapons down the shaft. Ironside was fiddling with an explosive device from the armoury when the descent to deck four began. The Klingons might make use of the tactical center if they somehow managed to get to it from deck three (or, heaven forbid, deck five), and if they made it there, he wanted a surprise there waiting for them. Moments after the last person disappeared down the turbolift shaft, he placed the strategically shaped charge correctly in the tactical center and set its motion sensor to activate ten seconds later. Ten seconds later, he disappeared down the turbolift shaft himself. |