Drinks (part 2)

Posted on Mon Sep 10th, 2012 @ 5:00am by Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Colonel Damon Raine & Lieutenant Eamon Lynx

1,127 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Enemy Within: Lying in Wait
Location: Calypso's Lounge

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Damon felt a familiar "tingle", being the best way for him to describe it, and knew Damion was probing his thoughts. "Yes and no. Yes I missed being a Marine, but giving it up was the right decision. All things considered right now, it was the best decision I could have made for my career as well. I never would have been given this opportunity had I stayed." He shrugged. "What are you looking for in there, by the way?" He asked as he tapped on his head.

[NEW]

"I wanted to make sure this was a conversation between potential friends and shipmates, not an interrogation." Damion replied as he took another sip of his drink and cleared his throat, looking over to him. "There are certain things you tell your friends that you don't tell your interrogator." He added a smile and then a soft laugh. "What about, do you ever regret enlisting at all? Starfleet and the Marines?"

"I'm in no position to interrogate anyone on this ship anymore, it isn't my job now. All I have are some concerns; but we can get to those later." Damon returned to his drink. "Do I regret it?" He pondered Damion's question. "There is a lot to answer in that question. I regret the reasons I joined the SFMC, I regret feeling like it was a quick way out. The thing about regrets, though, is that they are generally for people who don't like how things turned out. I couldn't be happier where I am now. I can't regret what has happened; it's made me the man I am today. It's an over-simplification, I know, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear me talk all night about how I got here."

"So..." Damion replied as he took another sip and put the glass down on the counter. "Let me see if I understand this. Because you’re in a relationship with Commodore York, Married to Commodore York. I'm sorry." He cleared his throat and continued. "So.. because your married, Captain of a future carrier vessel, mission advisor on your wife's ship, a well decorated Marine, and that you officially own only one of your eyes." He cleared his throat again. "The other of which was issued by Starfleet. You’re telling me you don't regret what you've done because you’re where you are now?" Damion looked over to Damon. He was pondering the Marine's answer and trying to make sense of it himself.

"Everyone has regrets, I guess what i'm trying to say is that you can either live in the regrets or live through them. I chose to live through them as they have helped define the person I am today. And today," He said as he lifted his glass off the table. "life is good." the glass tipped back into his mouth.

Damion raised his glass and took another sip from his drink. As he closed his eyes and felt it go down his throat, he knew Raines had a point. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't regret what he had done because there was no changing his past. His only problem was that his past always seemed to catch up to him, no matter where he hid.

As he opened his eyes he looked over to Raines, a slightly cold and tipsy look on his face. "I am a far better person then I was when I started. If Ronnie.." He paused and then scoffed slightly. "If Commodore York could have seen the person I used to be, then I have no doubt I would be keel hauled off this ship in a matter of seconds." He looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact as he put down the glass back on the counter. "Problem is, I can't play good Officer, not when I know what I really am underneath this damn uniform."

"A murderer? A natural born killer?" Damon shook his head. "I served in the 104th Force Recon unit durring the war. I know something about your dreams being haunted by the ones you've killed." He finished the contents of his glass. "Those aren't even the worst dreams."

Damion let out a laugh as he brought up his glass to take a sip and stopped. He put the glass down and laughed a little harder. "The things I've done have nothing to do with the war and enemies. I've had my share of kills in the middle of battle, but- but-" He stopped, mid sentence. Damion brought his glass up and took a sip, keeping his thoughts to himself as he finished his drink. "Nevermind. Thats damn classified as well as everything else in my record."

He stood up slowly, stumbling slightly as stopped to keep himself steady. Damion looked around the bar and ran his hand through his hair. "What the hell are you all looking at?!" He yelled as he grabbed his glass and let out a sigh. "Didn't you all hear? Your traveling with a man who doesn't exist!" He stumbled slightly as he made his way around the bar. As the bartender came over to stop him, Damion shoved him away. "Out of my way, Chief. I'm not done drinking."

Damon sighed. Some people just couldn't hold there alcohol...admittedly he had lots of practice drinking. He tapped his comm badge. =^=Captain Raine's to transporter room one.=^=

=^=Ensign Tala here, Sir=^= Came the quick response.

=^=Ensign, I need a site to site transport of Lietenant Wolfe to his quarters. And this never happened=^= He added cryptically.

=^=Understood Captain.=^=

A moment later the stumbling figure of Lieutenant Wolfe vanished from the Calypso's lounge.

Damon sighed again. "I'll have a water please." He said to the bartender who had enough good sense to keep himself busy looking. He checked his watch and ran through the duty shifts in his mind.

=^=Captain Raine to Lieutenant Lynx.=^=

=^=Lynx here sir, I just detected a site-to-site transport from Davy-Jones Locker to Lieutenant Wolfe's quarters. What is going on?=^= Eamon asked.

=^=I authorised that transport, Lieutenant. Additionally, I need you to lock him in his quarters until his shift starts tomorrow morning."=^= He paused for a moment. =^=I would appreciate your discretion in this matter Eamon.=^=

=^=Aye, sir. As you wish sir.=^= Eamon did as he was told but he was unsure about the under house arrest thing as he didn't know the situation but orders are orders.

=^=Thank you. Have a good shift.=^=

=^=Will do sir, thanks.=^= Eamon closed the channel somewhat confused and uneasy about the event.

OFF:

Lieutenant Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant Eamon Lynx
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Captain Damon Raine
Mission Advisor

 

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