The Dead of Night – Guns and Ros....Paperwork
by Lieutenant Commander Ivanovich Kuznetsov
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Ivan had finally gotten to his office, away from people and machines demanding his attention. He walked over to his desk, and sat behind it with a sigh. He wondered if his package had arrived while they were on the Starbase.
"Well, it's worth a check," Ivan though, to nobody in particular. He rummaged about a bit in several places, before finding a large crate, about 4x5x5. He grinned and keyed it open, extracting a sealed case.
"Well! My day just got a bit better."
He pulled out the case, put the bits of padding into the larger box, and brought the case over to his desk. He keyed his passcode, and the catch popped with a small "Ding!"
"Aaallriiight."
Ivan pulled from the case a huge, gas-operated, fully operational replica of a Israeli pistol, a Mark XIX Desert Eagle, complete with pistol scope, ten-inch barrel, and detachable stock. He pulled it out, inspected in, field-stripped the weapon, and, being satisfied, put the thing back together.
"Damn...I guess it was called a hand-cannon for a reason." Ivan grinned, and put the weapon back in the case, and the case under his desk.
He sat back down, sighed, and once more consigned himself to the paperwork being the CAG on a carrier the Shiloh's size spawned, seemingly from the damp places in the ships' underbelly.
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Lieutenant Ivanovich Kuznetsov
Commander, Air Group
U.S.S Shiloh
by Lieutenant Commander Ivanovich Kuznetsov
Post Details
| Title | Guns and Ros....Paperwork | |
| Mission | The Dead of Night | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Commander Ivanovich Kuznetsov | |
| Posted | Mon Mar 08, 2010 @ 7:12am | |
| Location | CAGs Office | |
| Timeline | November 3nd, 2386, Mission Day 2 - 0800 Hours |
Ivan had finally gotten to his office, away from people and machines demanding his attention. He walked over to his desk, and sat behind it with a sigh. He wondered if his package had arrived while they were on the Starbase.
"Well, it's worth a check," Ivan though, to nobody in particular. He rummaged about a bit in several places, before finding a large crate, about 4x5x5. He grinned and keyed it open, extracting a sealed case.
"Well! My day just got a bit better."
He pulled out the case, put the bits of padding into the larger box, and brought the case over to his desk. He keyed his passcode, and the catch popped with a small "Ding!"
"Aaallriiight."
Ivan pulled from the case a huge, gas-operated, fully operational replica of a Israeli pistol, a Mark XIX Desert Eagle, complete with pistol scope, ten-inch barrel, and detachable stock. He pulled it out, inspected in, field-stripped the weapon, and, being satisfied, put the thing back together.
"Damn...I guess it was called a hand-cannon for a reason." Ivan grinned, and put the weapon back in the case, and the case under his desk.
He sat back down, sighed, and once more consigned himself to the paperwork being the CAG on a carrier the Shiloh's size spawned, seemingly from the damp places in the ships' underbelly.
::OFF::
_____________________________
Lieutenant Ivanovich Kuznetsov
Commander, Air Group
U.S.S Shiloh