Ens Stron and Tribunas Gault

[Materializing at the base]

Stron and Gault found themselves on a very ordinary looking Starfleet transporter pad...surrounded by a squad of Starfleet security officers pointing the business end of their phaser rifles at them.

"Identify yourselves," the lieutenant at their head demanded.

"Again with the 'identify yourselves,'" Gault said with mock exasperation as he raised his hands in mock surrender, "Relax. We come in peace...and all that." After taking a good look at Lt. Hartman, he continued, "Tribunas C. Gault, at your service, and who might you be, gorgeous?"

Stron had had about enough of Gault's antics. Though intelligent and resourceful, Gault could try even a Vulcan's patience.

Stron cleared his throat and broke in, "I am Ensign Stron. Clearly, Mr. Gault here needs no introduction...as he is always quick to provide it himself." Stron shot Gault a most un-Vulcan-like look as he continued, "We were told to make for this base as a secure regrouping location. We wish to assist in any way we can."

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Chris Van Drimmelen


FCO Ens. Stron
USS Broadsword

chrisvandrimmelen@gmail.com