=/\= "OPS to Marine Kirby. This is Lt. Cmdr. Corvette Hunt. Report to my quarters on deck 12 on the double!" =/\=

Jeb had just finished placing the scope on his rifle when the call came through. Carefully placing the weapon in the corner of the room, he stood and straightened his uniform. "Why?" thought the old Marine for a second. Then it hit him. "Oh brother," he said aloud. "One little ensign. . arrrgghh." Jeb stalked out of the room and towards the nearest turbolift.

"Deck 12" he said to the lift. As the lift proceeded to its destination, Jeb thought about his actions. Then he realized with some guilt that this wasn't a Marine installation. His actions had been a little overzealous, but, by God, here he was, a Marine who had served for 17 years, getting the run around from a wet-eared Ensign fresh out of the academy. It wasn't right.

The lift arrived at Deck 12 and Jeb found the Lt. Cmdr.'s quarters. He drew himself up to his full 5'9" height and pressed the door buzzer.

"Enter," came the reply after a few seconds. The door slid open and Jeb entered the room.