None of the marines look familiar to Kray. Not surprisingly, as he mostly flew above them instead of walking amongst them, and the large lot of them were likely not even australian.
They seem like a capable bunch though, most of them bearing patches of several units of special forces all over the world. Kray sees at least three SAS guys, not counting the major, two Spetsnaz, a man with a GSG-9 patch, two SEALs and a US army Ranger, a dutch Airmobile commando, an Angolese GAE corpsman, an Irish Ranger and a Ghurka. Ascott has certainly selected a bunch of capable fighting men and women, and they all seem ready do battle at a moment's notice.
What surprises Shadow most though is how well they operate together, how tight knit they seem to be.

Kray also notices Hansel amongst them, wearing a marine uniform like the rest of them. His patch however clearly shows he was once german airforce mechanics. His commanding officer Kong-We is nowhere to be seen.

  Smiling at the different patches.  he takes another Sip and  checks the time on the ship's  clock. Bebating whether to  go for a run through the ship, or go to his  quarters  and Give the Captain a Call..

 Or?..( he grins) go down to the naher  and   check out the  fighers some more?

Micaela turned to face the Major.

"Civilian consultant Micaela Nieves, sir. Drone specialist, snoop, and belligerent smart-a**; or a**hole, depending on who you're asking. I was concerned about the state of the Marco AI given the circumstances, started digging, got caught and got yelled at. You have to understand, sir, I am a delicate flower and I don't take verbal abuse particularly well, so I agreed to the Lieutenant's demands so she would stop being quite so mean to me. Though, between you and me, sir, she's still mostly mean to me."

"You have got to be kidding me..." Ascott looked at Maxwell in disbelief.

"A delicate flower like yourself, yelled at by the lieutenant here because she caught you snooping in files you were not supposed to be in? Well have I ever..." He pumped up his chest a bit, seemingly getting a size or two in with extra in his shoulders. His gaze drifted from Maxwell to Nieves, and back to Maxwell. Then once more to Nieves.
All the marines took a step closer, knowing what was coming and not wanting to miss a thing.

"Now listen here miss Flower! You must be a special kind of stupid to think I could care for even one second about how Lieutenant Maxwell treats you! The way I see it she has every right to yell at you, and you are lucky she hasn't tossed you in the brig! And I bet thats mostly because we have no functional brig yet! Now, next time I ax you a question, do me the distinct favor of answering directly and without elaboration, because my time is valuable!"
He looked certifiably mean, ready to eat Micaela alive.
"Because you see smart-ass, like yourself I am a delicate flower. A delicate fucking Horse nettle!
Maxwell!" He turned to face the lieutenant. "Get this woman in line, or find a nice flower shop for her to work in!"

Walking back to his marines he started laughing like a maniac.
"Delicate flower, seriously..."

   Lieutenant Jennifer Maxwell tried really hard not to laugh.  Fortunately, having a poker face was a necessity, if not a requirement, for military enforcement personnel throughout history.  "I'll take care of it, Sir."

   Maxwell turned to face Miss Nieves once the Major had left.  The LT stared at her consultant for a long minute.  "Go...  Change...  Eat...  Now."

   Then, without waiting for any type of response, Maxwell left for her quarters.


To:  Maxwell's Quarters
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Ascott returned to the marines who were all expecting a more rigorous training, having just about warmed up. To their surprise however the Major had other plans.
"Listen up maggots!" he started, using his favorite name for his troops. "Captain has informed me we will be setting sail at 0900. That means we will be travelling around, and as such we can encounter any number of surprises."
He paced up and down the line of troops.
"I don't know about you maggots, but I hate surprises!"

As one all marines responded. Sir, Yes Sir!

"To make sure we are up to all those surprises, I have asked Marco to provide each and every one of you with a detailed map of all 215 gun positions on board this ship. All 215 should be cleaned and prepped for any eventuality. That means clean as a baby's ass, and just as shiny! That means loaded! That means armed! That means combat ready! Do you get that maggots?"

Sir, Yes Sir!

"Good, then get to work! Dismissed"
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 Watching the MArines get their  orders, The Pilot  puts his  hat back on, takes a bit deeper drink of his water, and begins to move towards the door.

 ...Bridge?  This is LT  Shadow? I will be  going to the HAngers after my shower, Unless otherwise directed?


>>>>>>>>  to Shadow's  quarters.
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If the Major's tirade had any effect on Micaela, she didn't show it. And Lou's follow up seemed to have even less of an impact (if that was even possible). The captain's emergency authority, which would certainly be in effect at the moment given the circumstances, granted him the power of martial law. So they could legally lock her up. But that kind of thing would have consequences down the line, and would complicate an already complicated situation.

It would come down to the legality of the actions outside of martial law. Since she had received instructions from someone in the chain of command, in this case Staff Sergeant Blake Germaine, they didn't have a valid charge to stick on her. And being snide with a senior officer also wasn't a civilian crime. If she was incarcerated for either outside of martial law it would be illegal, and once the civilians woke up en masse they would see to raising a stink about it since they wouldn't want the same fate to befall them.

No, the worst thing they could do would be to retract her consultation status and order her to stay away from all active investigations. She didn't particularly want that to happen, but she wasn't going to be another grunt. She needed to set expectations up front. The only choice they really had was to consider what she could bring to the investigation versus the disruption her attitude would cause.

Micaela gave Lou a bit of a head start before she gathered her things to return to her quarters. Following the instructions given to her, she ended up back at security around a quarter to 8:00.

>> To: Ship Security

From: Barracks

Danny arrived the Gym and search for Colt, who he needed to talk to, as per his list.

There are several people in the gym, mostly working out on the assorted training devices. Some others are doing laps around the central field, where two men are playing basketball.

Danny realising he didnt know what Colt looked like, asked Marco, Marco could you please give me a visual description of Colt Jordan, Civilian?

Marco describes Colt Jordan as a 25 year old caucasian male, 1.79 meters tall, about 70 kg. Cropped dark hair. Distinguishable tattoos of hotrods on his left arm.

One of the two basketball players fits the description.

Danny walks up to the duo playing basketball, and directs his attention the the one fitting Colts decription.

"Hello," Danny greets the man kindly, "would you happen to be Colt Jordan?"

Colt stares at Danny for a moment, slightly grinning. He casually bounces the basketball from hand to hand as he takes a long moment to measure who was in front of him.

"Who wants to know?"

Danny still smiling politely, but a little unsure of how this will go, says "I'm Danny Chambers, I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me run a single floor , sort of restaraunt in the Recreational Deck.. Im recruiting for a Mr. Jan VanderBeek who has left me in charge of managing this building in question." he says officialy, "I could definitely use some help, and am recruiting Civilians for the job! If this sounds like something you'd be interested in, then maybe just put a check mark right here, and we can make a meeting time" he said kindly, and helpfully showing him a list with his, and a few others names on it. He also holds out a pen for Colt.

"Yeah well, I'm not Colt Jordan. And if I was, Colt Jordan wouldn't be interested in a restaurant." He shrugs.

Danny was suspect, and didn't like being treated like this, so he just replied, "Sorry for wasting your time, goodbye." and he left.

Once out of earshot he asked Marco "Where is Micaela Nieves currentl Marco? And may I have another visual description?"

Micaela Nieves is currently in cargo hold 4, i have sent her file picture to your datapad. The man you spoke however was Colt Jordan, his ID scan turned out positive.
 Elevated tension readings indicate he lied. Have a nice day Danny.

"Just like I thought..." he mumbled under his breath, that was rare... he would of sworn the man out too... but the fact that he had only ever sworn at someone a few times as an insult or out of anger held him back... he had a rep to hold... although so far he knew nobody except his "boss", and a japanese "superstar" who was too up on her high horse to clean a few dishes. Oh, and now some sort of wad with a god complex, who treats a guy offering him a job like the dirt on his obviously expensive sneakers.... Danny was slowly getting sick of the people who he once thought here were nice. Danny wondered where he would find a Data Pad.... he'd ask Marco now, when he was wondering around the outer rim of the BARRACKS, "Where might I find my Data Pad, Marco?" he asked sort of ridiculously.

Your datapad is in your chambers Danny. second drawer of the left nightstand.
Have a nice day.

"Really Marco?"
Jordan sighs.
"Damn AI, why did you say that all over the speakers?"

He turns to Danny, dumping the ball he was holding in a corner.
"Okay man. Yeah, I'm Colt. But seriously... What do you want from me exactly? You offering me a job as a what? A waiter?"
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Danny was now eager to leave, this was the kind of person he often didn't assosciate with... Alpha Males, always thought themselves king, and more often than not didn't really want anything more than popularity, possibly obtained by bullying, or other methods of lowering the competition... Danny wasn't exactly comfortable, but as people often thought him foolish for doing so, he always was nice until given reason not to be... even if presented with a situation where he knew kindness wasn't a factor...

Nonetheless, he replied to Colt Jordan nicely, and as professionaly as he could muster, "The job would consist of that, making food, possibly other basic labour.... Really the only pay, if no currency is circulating here, I still haven't figured that out, would be free food, and interaction with plenty of people and colorful faces" Danny said, trying not to sound ridiculous, though managing to not sound desperate well enough... He continued with, "Depending on how many days the place is open, and how many people take the job, you would have to work one or two days at the most, and probably only four or five hours a day at the maximum...." he said, "Honestly the only reason I think anyone would take the job is because this place is going to get boring fast, and a job is a steady way to set routine and meaning in life... oh , that and basketball, video games, and trying to teach the ship AI to feel love." he said, putting in some humor, though not sure if it would succeed.

Danny wanted to say, Oh, but you've already said no, so never mind... but using reverse psychology in this case would close the already failing deal...

He waited for Colt to respond, not getting his hopes up, having a feeling it could go either way...

"And you came to me why exactly? What made you think I´d want a job like that? I´m a stuntman, a racecar driver, a daredevil. Not a waiter. Come back if you need a bouncer or something like that." Colt replied before returning to his ballgame.

Danny thought a bouncer would come in useful, but considering he had just shot Danny away, and that his attitude was still crap, Danny decided to leave it, and went to his quarters to get pictures of people he wanted to find....


[Danny is NOT a stalker. xD]


Edit: >>> Chambers Quarters.
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Jordan checked his watch. With a grin he bounced the basketball a couple more times, then launched for a three-pointer.
He missed, but couldn't care. It was time.