>A while later the yeoman came to find Captain Boulay in his quarters. "Sir,
you have a transport set to take you to the first of the patrols at 0600.
The CO would like you to see Master Sargent Korel
>before you depart. He will get you set for the combat area with camo-gear."
>"Where would I find the Master Sargent?"
>"Ordinance, building number 221. About 125 meters from the command
building."
"Thank you."
He walked over to Building 221 with his Security detail. He approached a
stocky person who looked like a man who liked his toys, "Master Sargent
Korel. Captain David Boulay. Your CO has ordered me to see you regarding
field hardware."
"Here sign here." said the man without a care who the man in front of him
was. Then he started dumping gear on the counter.
"Here are field uniforms for you and your... boys. Flack vests, type II
phasers, extra power cell, transponder units, boots, heavy socks,... and on
down a list of items. You will have to have this on *and* be squared away
before you even think about boarding the transport. You screw it up, and
they will dump your saggy butts mid-flight. Hint to you fleet weenies. Put
the scoks on before the boots, and the transponder unit goes on your upper
arm. We use the transponder in case all hell breaks loose, and your butts
have to be transported out. We want to get our people not the bad guys.
Any questions?" the Master Sargent finally stopped giving them grief.
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