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[QUOTE]Originally posted by JeffKardde: [QB] INTERLUDE ... Starfleet Academy Training Facility Western Maryland Command Master Chief Oscar "Jo-Jo" Mamaril surveyed the four hundred or so assembled first year cadets. They had been flown out from thier orientation at the Academy. Mamaril was in charge of this group, and was responsible for running them through "boot camp." Other cadets were at facilities in Kosovo, Australia, and Brazil. Still, Jo-Jo usually had close to a thousand cadets to break in. Starfleet's recruitment was still down. "You are the best and the brightest," Jo-Jo said. He was dressed in shorts and a tight black t-shirt. Fifteen other enlisted chiefs stood behind him, ready to help break them in. "Academically, that is. You are about to experience the same physical training that every enlisted man, woman, and alien has undergone to gain admittance into Starfleet. Do you understand?" "Sir! Yes, sir!" the cadets chorsued. Jo-Jo shouted. "You will address me as *Command Master Chief*! Do not call me sir! I work for a living! Do you understand me?!" "Yes, Command Master Chief!" "Better!" Jo-Jo yelled. He looked at them all. Sheep. And some would go on to command mighty starships and become the next Jim Kirks or Jean-Luc Picards. They were in training fatigues, and carried their gear on their backs. "Your barracks are ten miles away, at Camp David! Who here knows the historial importance of Camp David?" "I do, Command Master Chief!" several people chorused at once. "Tell us on the way! Double time! Mister Robucks, move them out!" Master Chief Robucks stepped forward. "What the hell are you waiting for? A sign from God? *I AM GOD!* Get your asses *IN GEAR! NOW! MOVE YOUR ASSES!*" From a camoflaughed bunker, the director of the training camp, Commander Steve Wells, smiled at Captain T'Siko, the Associate Commendant of Starfleet Academy. T'Siko spoke quietly. "Commander, as you know, our enlistment is down considerably. At this moment, there are barely 1600 cadets in this Class. We must attempt to keep drop outs to a minimum." Wells frowned. "Captain ... some people just aren't cut out for this training. Are you asking me to tone it down?" T'Siko faced Wells. "Do what you must, Commander." Wells turned away. He couldn't believe what he was being asked to do. [/QB][/QUOTE]
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