One in a Million

[Jacob_Wright 0]

I enter my quarters and take a seat over by the computer station. “Computer, access and display data from security bridge station.” The screen flashes and the information about the target planet displays in front of me. I read through it again quickly and the true nature of the mission.

 

 

“Great. 2 soldiers vs an entire planet. Well atleast a rebel faction that no one knows how well armed they are, or how many there are. I’m starting to think I’m in over my head. If me or the new marine Sulu say even a wrong word, were dead before well before we can give the Challenger any notice. Hell I don’t even know what my cover is going to be once I get on the planet. Guessing its going to be something about being a rebel, but I have no idea yet. This might eather be one of the most ingenious ideas in the history of Starfleet, or one of the dumbest. Or both. Guess its going to be judged by how long it lasts. Heres to hoping Sulu plays along. I don’t need to say what will happen if he doesn’t.”

 

 

I walk away from the desk over to a few shelfs, looking for something to wear down to the planet. Sitting on the ground buried behind a spare set of boots is another pair, however a set that has defiantly seen better days. “Ahh, my old field boots. Look worse than the boots worn by maintenance on dry dock. Thought they would be useful someday.” I go back to looking around for some more cloths to were, this time spotting some coveralls. Again, an old pair, but this time from my last year at the academy. Again, they’ve seen better days, stains, burn marks, some small rips. Perfect for making up a cover story as a scavenger, who happened to spot an abandoned shuttle in the middle of an asteroid belt, from an escape pod after leaving the station we were just at. Should be enough to get us into some underground organizations. I go and take a seat at the foot of my bed, and rip off the unit badges on the shoulders, trying to hide all evidence of my being Starfleet. I change out of my uniform, and into the new cloths and boots and walk over to a mirror. “Not bad, not as good as I would have wished, but a lot better than me showing up in full BDU’s, and good enough that I should be able to improv my way through any questions.”

 

 

I go back to the foot of my bed, toss the boots on and head out to the shuttle bay.