=/\= StarFleet Command - San Fransisco =/\=
The suspiciously young and vivacious Changelle Brisco sat in her amply appointed office, and sighed to herself. At the age of 46, she was incredibly young for her rank, as many of her peers had remarked upon. It wasn't as if she didn't have the talent and ability, she had that in spades, but what she didn't have, and lusted for, was a face that people would take seriously. She didn't look the part of the Commandant of the Marine Corps, she looked like she was wearing Daddy's uniform.
Today, she'd had to go through another list of losses against the Romulan forces on various battle fields across the entire front. Marines were dying, and reserve forces to bolster the hardest hit areas of the lines were fast being depleated. The Federation just was not set up for sustained and intensive combat campaigns. A lesson that they should've learned from the Dominion wars, but apparently didn't. She'd already pressed the third and fourth year officer cadets into service, much sooner than they should've been thrown into the fray. Seventeen year old kids were out there, on the front, fighting for their lives, learning the skills of their trade by dying for them.
She was brought out of her muse by a loud 'boom' noise, followed by the whole building shaking. Picture frames fell from the shelves, and ornaments on the sideboard slid as well. An earthquake? In the 24th century? She pressed the button on her desk that intercommed her chief of staff, Lieutenant Colonel Fizzer, the tantalisingly aluring Andorian Shen, assigned to head up her staff. Her melodious and calming voice came over the comm line; "Field Marshal?"
"What was that, an earthquake?" She asked her Chief of Staff.
"An explosion occurred just outside Starfleet Headquarters ma'am." The shen replied. "That is all I can get out of HQ Security."
So, the war had come to Earth. She supposed it had to have been a matter of time, but it didn't make her any happier about it. She was about to issue an order when there was a gasp from her Chief of Staff, and before she could issue a warning, three men barged into the Field Marshal's office, all wearing command red.
"Field Marshal Brisco." The tall man in the middle, a middle-aged human with a face that looked like it'd seen hard times. "I am Commander Matthew Braddox, Starfleet Security." He said.
"Indeed." Chantelle said, trying to appear more imposing and unphased than she was. Fizzer had come into the room, followed by the marine sentries from outside her office. Chantelle raised her hand, which told them to stand down.
"Ma'am, Starfleet Headquarters security has been compromised, and we have recieved initial reports that Vulcan, Andor and Earth have all been attacked by unknown forces. Under order three seven nine four, Operation Tandra has come into effect." He said, firmly. "You and other high ranking officials of Starfleet and the Federation are to be taken to separate secure facilities off the core worlds."
"The President?" She asked, quickly.
"He is being relocated as we speak, Field Marshal." He said. "As one of the five key command officers of the Federation, you must be taken into protective custody immediately. Your staff must remain here."
"I will not leave Colonel Fizzer behind!" She protested. She was her best friend, and had been with her most of her career.
"Please ma'am." Fizzer said. "Your safety is all that matters to me." She looked at Chantelle with watery eyes.
"You can take your Operation Tandra, and shove it up you-" She began, but never got to finish it, as eight men, wearing various uniform variations burst into the room, and started shooting. The marine sentries went down first, as Fizzer ran the length of the room, and dived behind the Marshal's desk, pulling Chantelle down.
The men from Starfleet Security put up a valliant fight, whilst Fizzer lay atop of Chantelle, looking down at her. "Marshal, its been my honour to serve with you... and to be your friend." She said, and cracked a weak smile, before placing a kiss on Chantelle's lips, distracting her from the emergency transporter chip she put on Chantelle's arms. Chantelle felt herself demateralizing and looked up at Fizzer with a look of suprise, which moments later turned to a look of horror as the last second before she vanished, Fizzer was vaporized.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Field Marshal Chantelle Brisco
Commandant of the Starfleet Marine Corps
Starfleet Command, UFP
As played by Frankie
