The main bay doors opened onto the Marine Flight Deck and dozens of Marines, all armed and armored, came trotting in. A truly intimidating Xindi-Reptillian form in a Marine uniform and wearing Lieutenant Colonel rank led them inside and he barked “Whose in command here while Hannibal is on mission?!”

A large, barrel-chested Tellerite in worn and dirty overalls with an unlit cigar between his teeth stepped forward and saluted. “Captain Grel, Colonel.” Cull saluted back and then kept walking, putting hand on the porcine-faced Engineer’s shoulder and guiding him with him. “Captain Andreassen requested more security on the flight deck as the Evac shuttles arrive. I don’t want Fleet Security stepping foot in here and getting pancaked by a bird coming in, so the Raiders are here to assist. So tell me Captain… where can we post up to be out of your way but still able to screen the new arrivals? We are gonna coordinate with Ship Security and do a preliminary screening of everyone coming in.”

Grel scowled for a moment and then said “Copy, Colonel. Okay… here’s what we’ll do. The birds’ll land there-” and he pointed to the designated unloading area, “- and then’ll move to launch to go back and grab more folks. I’d recommend that you all set up at the arrival and scan as the people unload before turning them over to Fleet Medical and Security. Plus, we can quarantine any issues in the repair bay. No birds in there at the moment, so it’s empty.” Cull nodded and said “You got it, Captain.” and he put two scaled fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, gesturing for the Raiders to follow him. In just a few minutes, the security checkpoints were set and the isolation bay was ready. Cull tapped his commbadge. =/\= Marine CO to ship’s security. We have established a preliminary security screening post inside the hangar. Request you position ship security outside so we can hand them off to you for assistance on-boarding. =/\=

Cull, MCO