Arrivals of the Girl's Club

Posted on Thu May 16th, 2019 @ 12:00pm by

1,573 words; about a 8 minute read

= Marine Staging Area =

Amanda Winters moved amongst the assemble Marines with their duffels, full battle kits with weapons/ All awaiting for the orders to load the Waiting Marine Shuttle Transports to the new ship. She caught bits-n-pieces of conversations amongst the relaxed troops as they sat around on their gear or stood in groups with their teams and friends.

It was the usual stuff about getting the leftover quarters, the usual gripes and complaints of hurry up and wait. Dealing with new faces as the old teammates were transferred out or reassigned by the great wisdom of the SFMC. The contingent of troops was a bit larger that was waiting for the trip to the ship.

She observed a lot of males were checking her out as she moved through bunch of men. Some were openly checking her out as others of lower rank were doing the same a bit more discretely. There wasn't much she wore that gave any indication she was taken. And they would be shocked she was seeing a Flyboy of Fleet.

= Civilian Contracts Bureau =

The pudgy balding civilian sitting behind the desk, stared at the screen before him, reflecting off his old fashion glasses. He muttered and typed a few words here and there.

Annabelle sat quietly, feeling a bit impatient with the Pudgy man before her as he grunts a bit, glanced her way to see if she was still there. She tilted her head to the side, watching him with deep interest. This Pudgy man before held her future in his hands in whether she would be joining Samantha on the new ship.

= Temp Officers Quarters =

Ayla and Miracle watched the last of the family crates disappear in the transporter beam. Miracle wide eyed with anticipation of new adventures. She glanced around at the now empty Apartment, devoid of personal effects.

Ayla reached out at tapped Miracle on the shoulder and left the Apartment with Miracle scampering to keep up.

= Shuttle Romania, Enroute =

Constantine Ravenloft had gotten lucky in being able to grab a seat with a view. She watched for last hour of the ship growing and growing, blocking out the stars. She wondered if she would still have a slot on the bridge crew or she would be stuck flying a shuttle and doing nothing but busy work till needed. She was definitely going to be studying up the ship helm. Propulsion systems and other thing related to helm and moving the ship from one location to the next.

= Marine Staging Area =

"Attention! Attention!" Came over the speakers, killing conversation and pausing all movement amongst the waiting troop. "Group 6. Proceed to transport pad 4. Group 7. Proceed to transport pad 2 Group 8. Proceed to transport pad 3."

As the PA fell quiet there was a mad scramble as commands ripped out to get the designated groups moving to their assigned transport. A smile grew on her face as she realized she yelling out orders as she slung her duffels bags and grabbing her weapon and carry-all.

She had her group formed up, geared up and ready to go. She looked around for the Shave tail Lieutenant that was in charge of the group she was in. His stuff was still sitting next to her on the floor She mutters some obscenities under her breath, wondering what was the hold up on the Lieutenant. She was debating to just leave his gear behind or assign some the group to grab his stuff incase he was already at the transport awaiting them. At least he was smart enough to take his weapons with him.

"I need several troops to help carry my stuff Sergeant." Came the voice of the wayward Lieutenant behind her.

She heard the groans of several of the troops. If looks could kill, her new assignment would be hard labor at the Marine Detention Facility. "Yes Sir." She finally responded. Turning to face the group, "Private Gomer. Go get that cargo cart for the Lieutenant." She had spotted the cargo cart nearby that was just abandoned nearby.

Private Gomer nodded and shuffled over, grabbing the cargo cart and bringing it back. Several Privates broke rank and assisted Gomer in loading up the cart with the Lieutenant's gear.

"There ya go, Lieutenant." Winters spoke watching the Marines return to formation. "Troop... Attention! Right face. Forward March!" Getting Group 8 moving to their designated transport.

= Civilian Contracts Bureau =

The Pudgy Bureaucrat looked over at her as the printer came to life with rapid zipping sound as the document rose from the printer and fell into the waiting tray. "Your one lucky person to be assigned to the new ship, Miss Fontaine." He swiveled his chair to grab the waiting document. "Very Lucky indeed. The list for Civilians waiting for assignment is very long. With the recommendation from the newly assigned Captain, you must be very good at your job of being a Morale Officer." Giving her lustful sneer as he handed over the document to her.

Annabelle kept her expression neutral as she took the document. "Thank you," She stood up and walked calmly out of the office. Once clear of the Office block of Bureau of Civilian Contracts, she read the document. It had everything she needed to catch her flight. She scampered along the corridor, happy to be with her Marine Lover. She smiled as she would surprise Samantha by showing up unannounced after she got settled in on the new ship.

= Shuttle Romania =

Ravenloft gave a soft sigh of relief as the shuttle entered the bright shuttle bay. She was glad the trip was over with and soon disembarking to find her way to her quarters.

= Transporter Room =

Ayla and Miracle moved forward to the check point and presented her orders to the official. She watched him look through it and yelled over his shoulder to the transporter crew as he waved her and her daughter past, giving back the orders to her.

Ayla quietly directed Miracle to the Transporter pad before hers. Once in position, she gave the nod to the transporter crew as another joined them on the transporter pad.

The twinkly light amidst the blue fog surrounded the three of them...

Once the fog cleared, they was standing on the transporter pad in a different style of room. "Permission to come aboard?" Ayla asked as she took Miracle hand in hers.

"Permission to board?" Annabelle spoke the same time as the Mousian Officer did.

"Permission granted," The greeter spoke directing them towards the exit to clear the transporter pad to the sounds of Ayla And Annabelle giving a soft giggles and squeaks.

"Please don't let Samantha know I am aboard. I want to surprise her." Annabelle spoke as they left the transporter room.

"Yooz secret is safe with me." Ayla spoke smiling. "Howz yooz twoz getting along?"

"Wonderfully, Commander Bawden." Annabelle smiled warmly as they walked down the corridor together, following others just recently arrived to the QM for quarters assignments. "Looking forward to a new ship, Miss Miracle?"

"Squeaaah!" Miracle spoke wide eyed at the newest of the ship corridor as they moved along. "yeah." More interested in looking around than conversation at the moment.

= Shuttle Bay =

Troop ramp fell with a clan of metal hitting metal and the troops filed off. They form a line from the shuttle to edge of the shuttle bay and began unloading the Duffels, passing them down the line to stack them against the wall neatly where there were others from previous flights. Amanda stood midway in the line helping out to unload the Marine Transport. Soon it was empty and ramp raised. Amanda did a quick troop count, gave the Pilot a quick wave. As the troops gathered near the duffels.

One of ship's fleet cargo handlers approached Amanda. "Your gear will be transported to the Marine Section of the ship. Sergeant."

Amanda nodded and yelled for the troops to clear the gear and watched them move away. Once the group 8 was clear. Amanda looked at the Fleet Cargo Handler. "All clear, Master Chief."

He nodded a bit pleased at being addressed properly. He spoke into his combadge and the gear disappeared in the transporter beam. He gave her informed her deck and section where they were to go.

Amanda nodded acknowledging the Master Chief, getting a smile in return as he took off. She turned to her group she was responsible for. "Line up, We're moving out now."

She watched them scramble into line and took off, with them following her through the ship. A good way to learn the ship and a show of force to the onboard crew as they wound their way through the ship to the Marine decks to recover their gear and get assigned bunks.

= Shuttle Romania =

As the ship grew in size, the smaller ships swarmed around it in organized chaos. Through the containment field of the exposed shuttle bays and flight deck, Constantine saw myriads of ships and personnel going about their business of getting newly arrived personnel on their way and departing crew onto waiting shuttle for departure.

Then the moment came when it was their turn to enter the vast shuttle bay. She gave a sigh of relief and a wince as the slight jar of the shuttle making contact with the deck. Soon it was a mad scramble to get off the shuttle and make her way to get her own quarters and report in.

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