"Help?" Indy was astounded, but curious, "To get help of that magnitude, you'd have to strip vital posts of security." Indy knew Jones wouldn't do that. "Where is this help coming from?" Jones replied by telling Indy that help would be in the shape of seventy of the meanest men to ever lift a weapon. "Where did you get them?"
Jones shrugged, "From General Zonea."
"I've got marines?" Indy was shocked.
"Yes, or to be precise, the Nova Company." When Indy's jaw dropped, he continued, "That's right, they are the ones who stopped Colonel Kelig's troops on Arlon II." He smiled, "I've heard that one of them is worth ten of the enemy."
"When shall I expect them?"
Jones checked his data pad, "They are slated to arrive at thirteen-hundred hours tomorrow, and they’ll be at your boarding tube at fourteen hundred." Indy nodded and asked for a rundown. Jones picked up his pad again, "Their company commander is Captain Kyle DeVais, his staff consists of Sergeant Major Ben Korlon, and two enlisted first class, his platoon commanders are Lieutenant's Jim Shakely, Leonard Smith, and Kikaru Zorman, three sergeants as squad commanders, three lance corporals, thirty enlisted first class, and twenty-eight enlisted second class."
After copying the data to his pad, Indy slipped the pad into his pocket and promised, "We'll be ready for them." Jones smiled and wished him good luck. Indy gripped the extended hand and gave it a strong stake. As he left the room, Jones couldn't help but to feel a little sorry for the pirates.
"You mean we get to work with the Nova Company?" Joel was looking at Indy with awe. Both men were on B-deck in the security chief's office.
Indy nodded, "I thought you didn't like Marines."
"Most of them, no sir. The Nova's are different. I tried to join up, but they didn't need me."
"So what happened?"
Joel grinned, "The Admiral grabbed me and sent me to you."
"So, how do we stack up?" Indy inquired, staring at the security chief. He was interested in what the reply would be.
Joel smiled warmly, "I found the family I never had." With that simple statement, a man who had been orphaned by Klingon privateers, acknowledged something that Indy had long suspected.
"Well son, I'll leave ya to yore chores." Indy said, trying to his pride under a cloak of humor.
Joel smiled and replied, "Sure thing Pa, them McCoy's will never get by me."
Both men chuckled, then Indy nodded, "Good, I'm counting on that," he turned to leave, then stopped, "Let me know the minute they show up."
"Aye sir." Joel responded, then returned to work as Indy left.
