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The monster of a Captain kept her after the briefing and came within centimeters of touching her. She was worried that he might try to molest her as an officer had done in the past but instead he explained his disapproval of her being in his unit. It was something she had expected but it didn't change the fact that this man was terrifying. Part of her thanked God that he was her Captain, as the enemy would surely be just as afraid of him as she was. The difference in height made him all the more intimidating. The Captain, who was easily close to two meters tall, towered over her like a giant. She didn't dare make any action to indicate her fear of him as it would probably have prompted more shouting at the very least. Her heart was racing and she held her breath as he continued to make it absolutely clear that she wasn't welcome among his ranks. Finally being dismissed was a blessing as a single tear fell down her cheek when she turned away. She wiped her face clean as she gathered her things and kitted up. When she made it to the lift she made a point to be as far from the Captain as possible. She didn't want to invoke his wrath with her proximity. As the lift rose up to the deck she could see the helicopters that would be carrying all the Royal Marines to battle. Mandi wasn't very knowledgeable when it came to aircraft but she knew enough to understand that helicopters weren't exactly the most well armored of transports and that thought worried her. They would be flying into a combat zone shortly and a few unlucky rounds to this things engine could potentially send then crashing to the earth below at great speed. The order to board was given. As much as she didn't want to Mandi went in second next to Captain Mackenzie, she was instructed by the Captain to stay behind the big boys after all but being so close to him made her shiver. She kept her head down and said a little prayer for everyone. "...though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy Rod and thy Staff shall comfort me..."

**0558 Hours** **Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea, off the coast of Egypt** **On-board the HMS Eagle** Everything still felt new. She had spent some months in Korea but she never really saw any action save for the day she got noticed. The fame from that day lasted all of three days and then everyone went back to their usual cat-calling, butt-spanking, lustful selves. At least she had gotten her transfer, it was perhaps the only good thing that had happened to her since she enlisted. It was hard enough being inexperienced and surrounded by veterans and hard-asses but being a woman on top of that made her a huge target. It was to be expected she supposed. Most of the men hadn't seen a woman in months and they typically reacted in one of two ways, ecstatic and practically flying out of their pants or insulted that she was permitted to wear the same uniform. Either way it was pretty clear that the Royal Marines was a boys club and she was the oddity. Mandi was already in the area, not wanting to chance being late, and had been going over her medical supplies making sure she had everything necessary. She may not have had a lot of fighting experience but she had spent enough time patching up soldiers to know that painkillers were not as important as disinfectant. Seeing that it was time to muster, she made her way over to her commanding officer, a Captain by the name of Mackenzie. She arrived at 0600 just as a Sergeant Ward was reporting in. She stood next to him and followed suite. She placed her Field Surgeon's Pack (which doubled as her kit bag) at her feet and snapped to a salute. "Sir, Lance Corporal Mandi Page, Medic, Reporting in Sir." She awaited the return salute from her CO and prayed that her punctuality and proper form would at the very least make an impression of competence on the intimidating figure before her.

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