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The New Sergeant Major

Posted on 09 Mar 2018 @ 1:47am by Sergeant Major Donovan Daly (Dec-Jan 2389 - TRNSFR, Camp Revenant)
Edited on on 09 Mar 2018 @ 1:54am

Mission: Ne Me'e Laua Na Paio - Heroes & Villains
Location: Deck 22, Marine Parade Ground
Timeline: 304997.6 (1 Jan 2389), 0630 hrs.

The large detachment of Marines stood ramrod straight at the position of attention, standing still like statues; heads and eyes staring intently forward. Their Marine Detachment Commander Officer, Major Terrance West stood proudly in front of the formation. Gunnery Sergeant Melota, the acting regimental First Sergeant, stood before the MCO. The pair of senior Marines exchanged parade-perfect salutes. The Klingon female Senior NCO reported to her superior officer, "The Detachment is formed. All present and correct."

Once the formalities were completed, Major West launched into his prepared speech about their mission in the Beta Quadrant. The MCO wasn't one for long speeches, but since he was once again in charge of a large contingent of Marines, the burden of command started to weigh a bit more heavily on his shoulders. When he finished the gist of his speech, Major West concluded it by introducing the newly assigned Senior NCO of the Regiment, "I'll now turn it over to your new Senior NCOIC of the Battalion. Sergeant Major, post!"

From out of the shadows an individual stepped into the dim circle of light where the formation stood in anticipation. The tan skinned, square-jawed Marine methodically walked up to the left side of the MCO and came to the position of attention. He then took three more steps forward of the Major and then proceeded to execute a parade-ground perfect right-face. Pausing for a couple of seconds, he then took two more steps forward, halted, and then executed a sharp left-face. He then snapped both arms behind his back into the position of parade-rest. The Sergeant Major then proceeded to bark out a drill command, "Parade...REST!" The assembled Marines immediately snapped both arms behind their backs, legs shoulder-width apart, into the modified position of attention.

There stood the meanest looking Sergeant Major that any of the Marines had ever seen. From his perpetual scowl, right down to the hideous scars that riddled his face, every line of scar tissue told a story that this Marine had seen the horrors of combat many times over. His wiry frame possessed taunt muscles that strained against the fabric of his duty uniform; the obvious results from years of intensive regular exercise. Though he looked relaxed standing at the modified position of attention, he projected an aura of power, with the promise of pain at the slightest provocation. Standing just under six-feet tall and under two-hundred pounds, he was by far not the largest individual, but to the assembled Marines he might as well of been God Himself. The reputation of the man who stood before the newly assigned Marines preceded him.

Sergeant Major Daly was a living legend in the annals of the Starfleet Marine Corps. This special career Marine had excelled as a leader of men. Yes, he had claimed membership in "the few, the proud", but more than that, he was gung-ho, a hard-charger, a member of the 'Old Corps'. He not only commanded respect of those that served under his command; he led them beyond the call of duty. As a grunt in the trenches, he had garnered numerous awards for valor and bravery; his exploits were well-documented and were often used as training tools for newly indoctrinated Marine recruits just entering the Corps. The detachment who stood before him knew all of this, although the Sergeant Major, himself, would never tell them.

The Sergeant Major furrowed his brow into an angry glare, and from his cold, dead grey eyes he looked upon the assembled Marines. Moving his head slightly from the left and to the right, and back again, every Marine present could feel the Sergeant Majors' 'stare-of-death' acutely- like a phaser burning a hole into the center of their souls.

With a gravelly voice that exuded authority, the grizzled old Marine introduced himself, "My name is Sergeant Major Donovan Joseph Daly..," he began his introduction, pausing for dramatic effect. When he introduced himself, many of assembled Marines immediately stood a little bit straighter at the sound of the senior NCO's voice. Now that he had their attention, Daly continued with his introduction, "I've killed more enemies of the Federation with my bare hands, drank more Romulan ale, and have gotten more tail in three different quadrants then all of you knuckle draggers combined!” Claimed the grizzled veteran.

This brought a hushed chuckle from the men and women assembled before him, which abruptly came to a halt with a look from the Sergeant Major that promised a world of hurt to those that continued. Sergeant Major Daly waited until there was absolute silence before continuing his introduction, "We are going into the unknown. All of you have been selected to be here because someone at Starfleet and Marines HQ think that you are the cream of the crop...the best of the best...the finest ones suited for this mission. Well I’m here to ensure that their confidence in you is not misplaced!"

"You all may think that you are faster than a photon torpedo, stronger than a sub-sonic monorail, and can leap tall buildings in a single-bound. But by the time I’m through training you, you’ll be able to catch photon torpedoes in your teeth and eat them, kick the monorail off it's tracks, and pick up tall buildings and walk under them! You get me Marines?” Barked the Sergeant Major.

The assembled Marines responded in unison, "Ooh-rah!"

"Bullshit! Sound off like you’ve got a pair!" The Sergeant Major yelled back at them.

"OOH-RAH!!!" The Marine Detachment sounded-off in a thunderous chorus.

"The Marine Corps is over 600 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the galaxy has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, our mother was a phaser rifle and our father was the devil. Each moment that I live I am an additional threat upon our enemies’ lives. I am a rough looking, roving warrior of the stars. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and I do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself! I am a green, space-borne monster made of blood and guts who arose from a black hole, festering on anti-Federationists throughout the universe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving my life to mom, the Corps, and the Federation.

We stole the arrowhead from Starfleet, the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the seventh day, while God rested, we overran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like grunts and talk like 'Fleeties' and slap the hell out of both of them. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, MARINE BY GOD!!!"

"OOOHHH-RAHHHH!!!!" The assembled Marines responded enthusiastically.

"Semper Fidelis is our creed...Marine Corps is our breed! I will ensure that you will work harder, train longer, and give every ounce of your blood, sweat, and tears to be the best! Because I expect nothing but the best! Make no mistake boys and girls, you mess up in a combat situation out here and I promise you that you'll wind up with nothing but a medal, a short ceremony, and a one-way trip into the great void inside a hollowed-out photon torpedo. You get me Marines?” The Sergeant Major solemnly concluded his speech.

“Oooh-rah!” The Marines responded, more subdued.

The Sergeant Major snapped to rigid attention and with his gravely voice, yelled, "Detachment...A..TEN-SHUN!!!" The entire detachment simultaneously snapped ramrod straight to the position of attention. The Sergeant Major executed an about-face movement and faced his MCO. Locking eyes with the Major, Daly rendered a sharp salute. The MCO returned an equally drill-perfect salute of his own. The Sergeant Major then marched over to the Major's left side, came to a halt, then executed an about-face.

Major West quickly looked over the numerous young faces that stood before him. Many of them still looked pretty green; most had spent too much time stationed on Pollux IV and needed to get their 'sea legs' back aboard a starship. They had a lot of work to do if they were to survive the perils they were facing in the form of the Gorn Hegemony.

Major West quickly concluded his observations by greeting the new Marines under his command, "Welcome aboard Marines. We look forward to serving with you," he then proceeded to yell out a final command, "Regiment...DIIISSSS....MISSED!"

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