Fan Fiction /Labor Day 2011/Preparation

58522.29 Mon Mar 29 2382 17:33:00 (Central Daylight Time)(Terran Reckoning)

Location: M.F.S. Impetuous, Holodeck Two

Major General Rigel McBain enters, raised his hands to his mouth, pipe in one, lighter in the other and, paused.
“Computer, disengage fire suppression system”. There was a chime and then the ever so familiar computer generated female voice, “Fire suppression system disengaged”.

He flipped open the lighter, spun its wheel to ignite a flame and drew deeply on his pipe. He watched the blue smoke curl from his pipe, the Cavendish smoke quickly rising towards the ceiling. “Computer, run program McBain briefing Barkon IV dash zero zero one”. The room quickly filled with topographic maps, images and various reports on Barkon VI. He tapped his lighter on the top of the holographic table as he counted through the numbers, everything was in place, from logistics to medical. After staring into the different holographs for a few minutes he raised his lighter to his face and stared at its silver finish and the three words engraved on its side “Amat Victoria Curam” ”Victory Loves Preparation” he rubbed his thumb gently across the letters and thought for a moment. “No amount of preparation is going to erase the fact that we’re outnumbered four to one and, that I’m about to send over four thousand men and women to their deaths” he thought and spun the lighter in his hand. After a few moments he spoke, “Computer, end program” he tapped his commbadge, “McBain to Gunnery Sergeant Monaldi, meet me in my ready room in five and have Comm. open me a channel to Special Operations Command”. “Aye, aye Sir” came her reply.

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