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Breakfast Routine

Posted on 09 Sep 2018 @ 4:38pm by Colonel Bryan Accomack & Sergeant Major Raphael Romano

Mission: Prologue: The Third
Location: COL Accomack's Makeshift Office
Timeline: MD1, 10:45

There was something satisfying about starting the day off by dressing down some no-name Ensign for trying to give his Marines a hard time over being five minutes late for their designated chow time when they'd been doing some holodeck training that morning before being released. When the kid tried to give him some cockamamie excuse, he'd given him a proper dressing down and it had been just as polite as he could manage. Normally he'd have let someone else handle it, but the kid had done it in front of him while he'd been having his own breakfast. And that sort of behavior just wasn't going to stand. Now he was running late for the unofficial morning meeting with the Skipper, but sometimes meetings just had to wait.

"Morning Colonel." He said with a happy smirk on his face. "How are we doing this fine morning?" He asked as he took note of the absence of a cup of coffee in front of the boss and promptly poured two cups.

"Sergeant Rhodes is organizing a private meeting between myself and Admiral Drake in a couple of days so I think we're going to finally get our official orders," he said, turning to look at the Sergeant Major. "Close the door?" he suggested, motioning toward the old-fashioned manual door that had been built into the temporary wall.

"Keep forgetting, the damn thing doesn't close on its own." He sighed as he set the two mugs of coffee on the desk. He wanted to kick the damn door, but that would be considered uncalled for, so instead, he just closed it politely and took a seat. "Private meeting huh Skipper? Be good to get out of the dark and sitting on our thumbs around here."

"We both knew that we were going to be ending up on the other side of the wormhole but it'll be nice to know what exactly we're doing once we get there. I have a feeling it's on the more sensitive end that a flag is going to make a detour just to come to have a chat," he said, taking his mug and taking a slow sip.

"Knowing where we're going is one thing Skipper. It's not knowing what's waiting for us on the other side that's got some of the boys and girls anxious." He said as he sipped his own coffee. "Well, that and uppity Ensigns in the mess areas. That's already dealt with though."

"I couldn't have said it better myself," the Colonel said, shaking his head. "As for the ensigns giving you trouble from the Starbase please make sure you let the Command Master Chief know so he can deal with it on his end too."

"One step ahead of you Skipper. Sent him a polite message after I ate his Ensign for my after breakfast snack."

"Anything of concern this morning within the unit?" he asked, with a shake of his head.

"Heard our new MedDet is inbound. We gonna have to cycle everyone through physicals again, or they gonna just accept the last ones?" Rafe asked as he sipped from the mug. "If we gotta cycle the whole MEU through AGAIN," he said stressing the word again, "that's gonna throw a serious wrench in the works Skipper."

"I would imagine that they'd keep the ones that are still valid on file. I'm not cycling the unit," he said, shaking his head. "That's just nonsensical. I've heard some good things about the detachment commander though. Should be here tomorrow," he said, before taking another drink from his mug as he leaned back in his chair.

"You did hear yourself, right Skipper?" Rafe said with a snort, almost losing his coffee as he fought back a laugh. "This is still the service, at least it was I put on my uniform this morning. The service is still notorious for doing the nonsensical over the sensible."

"I'm still not doing it," he said. "We use logic in the third."

"As long as we can anyway," Rafe observed. "Brass might disagree with us once we cross through the wormhole. At least we'll have new things to see, most likely have to build a whole new camp for ourselves once we arrive. Delta Quadrant ain't quite as civilized as the rest of 'em as far as facilities."

"I'm trying to not speculate too much," he said. "I feel like if I prepare for the worst case scenario we'll end up on a starbase washing windows."

"Let's not go quite that far Skipper. That is a horrible, horrible fate for a Marine."

"Like I said, I'm not speculating," he finished off the coffee in his mug. "I'm starving, want to go harass the mess staff some more?"

"What the hell, why not?" He said as he drained the last of his coffee. "I'll get a snack."

"I thought you might," the Colonel said, standing.

 

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