Welcome Aboard "
By: Jonathan Wright, Executive Officer, [PC]
Margaret Rose MacAlister , Marine CO, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58207.30 0800

The Zion… Major MacAlister stood at parade rest as she watched the ship that was to be her new home. Hers and the unit she commanded. Her uniform was impeccable and her hair was tightly braided and snugged against her head under the cap she wore. Her face was unreadable and the deep blue of her eyes were hidden from view by the dark sunglasses perched on her nose. The transfer had been a surprise and there had been some good-natured grumbling among the boys, but to a man each of them was excited to be serving aboard a warship. After all, it was what they trained for.

“Is my gear in the transporter room?” she asked the tall Marine standing next to her.

“Aye, Major. I saw to it myself,” Marcus Campanili, her XO, nodded.

“Thank ye, Marcus, efficient as always. Ye’ll tend tae the lads and the rest of the gear?”

“Of course. There’s just one more load before the boys and I transfer over. Leave everything to me.”

“Ach, I think ye are after my job, Campy,” she grinned over at him teasingly.

“Not a chance,” he snorted and shook his head, his chuckle deep and pleasant sounding. “At least not yet,” he added with a wink.

MacAlister laughed. “I’m off then,” she nodded to him. “I’ll see ye aboard the Zion. Behave now,” she grinned and left with the sound of his laughter following her.

****

Wright stood in transporter room one and waited the signal from the station. He was waiting to welcome the commander of the new marine unit that had been assigned to the Zion. Maquis Command had assigned the 3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit to the Zion. This would be a little larger group of Marines that had been aboard with Major Madriani, but what really had surprised him was who the CO of the MEU was.

"Sir, the Station indicates they are ready for transport." The young mad behind the transporter console looked at Wright, his fingers poised on the controls.

"Energize Chief," said Wright.

Moments later Major Margaret MacAlister materialized on the transporter pad in front of him. On the pad next to her a large pack also materialized. Wright moved forward to greet her. "Welcome aboard the Zion," said Wright.

“Doctor?” MacAlister blinked. He was the very last person she expected to see there and she and seemed quite surprised to see him. “I mean… Sir!” she snapped a salute on recognizing the rank insignia on his uniform.

"At ease Major, " said Wright returning her salute. "It's good to see you again."

“Aye, ‘tis good tae see ye again, Commander,” she smiled and stepped from the transporter pad, tugging her glasses off and slipping them into her pocket. “Ye dinnae tell me ye were a Maquis officer,” she half accused him. Not that the rank honestly surprised her, she’d had a sense that he was used to command of some type.

"Ah, yes," said Wright as he led her toward the door and out into the corridor. "I am sorry about that. I went to Bajor to try to forget about being a Maquis officer for a while. I should have told you."

Wright came to a stop in front of a turbolift. When the doors opened they stepped inside. "Marine deck," said Wright as the doors slid shut with a whoosh.

“Ach, nonsense, sir. ‘Tis of no matter,” she assured him after the lift started to whoosh them to their destination. “It dinnae harm me any. Were ye able tae forget?” she asked curiously.

Wright smiled at her, "Interestingly enough, I did not. I did, however, find myself again so I guess not all is lost."

“Were ye lost then?” Madge asked with a smile. Her tone was half joking, so the question didn’t really require an answer. She went on to add a bit more seriously; “My Granny used tae say ‘tis when we think we have all the answers that life will throw us new questions just tae throw us off guard.”

The turbolift doors opened and the two of them stepped out onto the Marine deck. "Here you go. Everything a marine could ask for."

The deck held the living and training areas for the marines as well as equipment storage. There was even a small space for recreation. "There is not much place for recreation here, however, you and your marines are welcome to use the mess hall or Miranda's on deck 10 and of course, you may make use of the holodecks for any training or recreational activities."

Madge stood at ‘parade rest’ as her bright blue eyes scanned the area, lingering on what she could see of the training areas. Some of their equipment was already there, neatly stacked in one corner, merely awaiting the unpacking process. “’Tis perfect, Commander,” she nodded her approval after a moment. “The boys will be completely at home here.”

Wright smiled at her. "I am glad you like it," he said, barely getting the words out before the ship's communication system beep and the voice of Captain Hunter summoned him.

Wright acknowledged the call and then turned back to the Major. She was already busy making preparations for bringing her men on board. Wright smiled as he left the Marine deck and headed toward the bridge.

Saddle up... "
By: Dr. Alyssa Northrop, Ph.D , Chief Warrant Officer - Chief Intelligence Officer , [NPC]

Stardate: 58207.30 1100

As the transporter effect took hold of her, Alyssa Northrop wasn't entirely sure what to expect from the Zion. When she'd last seen the ship, it had been rather beat up......considering that her own office had damn near vented to space.

But the scene that greeted her upon rematerialization was not one of a broken and battered ship...but one which had been restored to it's glory. Hell...knowing Silvio et al, the Zion was probably a little bit better off than she had been before they'd left The Big Q the last time.

Nodding at the transporter tech, Northrop shouldered her duffle and headed for her quarters to deposit her belongings. Once that was done, she headed for her office...and checked up on several items....getting the latest intell from Qul Tuq before they headed out. The last thing she did prior to leaving the office was to restart her background project: a program that she left running on the big wall display that sifted through the various subspace networks looking for evidence of Gordon Birkoff. No one could hide forever. The electronic paper trail was a constant no matter where you were in the universe. You always left tracks sooner or later. And when Birkoff did....Alyssa would know about it and then she'd settle things.

As she walked back out the door, the large screen behind began to flip through images and text files in the way only a computer could....lightning fast. With a slight smile, she headed for the Turbolift...it was time to report in.

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