A nice chat, from one warrior to an insane one.

Posted on Tue Jul 6th, 2010 @ 11:23am by Colonel Damon Raine & Lieutenant Lorne Jaxara & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Daniel Daniels

1,336 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Transitions
Location: Brig office

On

Damon rubbed his burning eyes as he read over the information on the PADD. This particular report was on the TR inventory list for all of the ballistic weapons that had been transferred on to The Calypso. He found the information he was reading to be uselessly wordy considering what it was about. He vowed to have a chat with the man responsible for filling in nine pages of data where two or three would have been sufficient.

As he leaned back in his chair as his eyes moved to where the pile of pending reports usually took over a significant portion of his desk. The normal stack of PADD's, which he had always mused bred other PADD's when he wasn't looking, was gone. Damon chuckled to himself as it was likely the first time he had ever seen the mahogany wood under where the reports usually sat.

With a happy sigh, Damon put down the last of the Marine progress reports neatly in a pile with a number of other PADD's. Just reading the stack over had taken him nearly the entire morning and it left him feeling like he hadn't done anything useful yet.

He started to get out of his chair when his door chime sounded. "Enter." He simply stated and he sat back into his seat.

A Starfleet Petty Officer walked in with both of his hands encumbered by more PADD's. "Ship progress reports, Major." He said with a cheerful smile.

Damon's face remained impassive, though he felt anything but. He had forgotten that as the Calypso's Second Officer he would be receiving ship reports in addition to the Marine department's.

With a wave of his hand the reports were deposited on the newly vacant spot on his desk and the Petty Officer quickly left the room without saying anything more.

Damon picked up the first report of the new pile and frowned at what he was reading. Far from being tedious information, this was actually a serious accusation about one of the ships senior staff. A weapon was discharged for seemingly no reason in engineering and it seemed the officer had himself remanded into custody after the event.

The Marine's eyes quickly glanced at his chronometer before looking to the new stack of PADD's. As much as he would like to whittle them away, this took priority. He stood from his desk and started on his way to the brig.

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Brig Office
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Daniels, and Lire sat at the desk of the brig office. Lire recognized Damon, almost immediately, and simply said "Cell Block 1, Cell 7. You are expected."

Damon simply nodded and didn't respond as he walked past the two on his way to the cell.

The cell block was devoid of any occupants, save Lorne who sat alone in his well lit containment unit. Though it wasn't seen, the force field was active, noted only by the iridescent light surrounding the doorway.

Damon walked up to the cell entrance and looked inside at the Lieutenant. With a quick shake of his head Damon crossed his arms and propped himself up on the wall opposite the cell.

After a number of seconds of simply staring into the cell he spoke. "I need an explanation." Was all he said.

"I need a day off." Lorne said in return. "Between the Ghezuns, transferring to a new ship, not having time to visit my Sister, here on Typhon, and Engineering not bothering to tell me they had responded to a priority repair request, I've decided this is a safe place. The thing with the guns? Just to try and grab the attention of the Engineering staff."

Damon shook his head again. "Not good enough. I need a better explanation. This time try not to insinuate that you are the only person experiencing stress."

"Did no such thing, Sir. Just stated things, as they stand. You need a better explanation? I don't have one." Lorne said. "How you infer my explanation is your choice. It is as it is."

"So you would really have me believe you would do something this childish just to get a day off?" Damon was somewhere between confused and exasperated by the lieutenant's response.

"Not entirely." Lorne said. "It was more to introduce my annoyance levels to Engineering, and make sure they understand that I don't have much patience."

"Okay, this is what I'm hearing; you, the security chief, lost control and brought a weapon into engineering. After firing off a few shots, disrupting the entire department, you made your point and left. Does that sound about right?"

Jaxara nodded, but said nothing more.

"Wow." Damon said with a shake of his head "That showed a complete lack of sound judgement."

Damon took his weight off the wall he was leaning on and proceeded to pace slightly. His hand ran over his head in thought of how to make the Lieutenant see WHY he was in the wrong.

"Look, here's the thing. While on this ship my Marines and I don't have jurisdiction. I can't even deploy them on board unless YOU give us the green light. So that means I have to trust you to make the right calls at all times for their safety." ~For Sam's safety~ He thought unconsciously. "After this, how am I supposed to trust your judgement? How is ANYONE supposed to trust your judgement?"

"Well, my judgement, while on duty, has never been questioned. I wasn't on duty at the time, sir, and regardless, I have an assistant Chief, who Itrust with my life. I know that if there were to be a judgement question, I'd have someone to pass it off onto." Lorne said. "Lire, get your ass in here."

Lieutenant Junior Grade Lire walked in.

"Am I an idiot, for doing that stunt on in Engineering?" Lorne asked.

"I'd have locked you up before you went, myself." Lire said. "And yes, you are a bloody idiot."

"You want to question her judgement?" Lorne asked.

"Lorne! This was never about her; it's about you!" Some of the exasperation he felt was starting to come through in his speech. He didn't even so much as look at Lire.

Damon brought up his hand again, this time to rub his eyes. He started to calm himself back down from the feelings that started welling up.

He had come here hoping that this whole incident was really just some sort of misunderstanding. He might have been able to do something if it was. He wasn't prepared for the truth of the matter nor the accompanied attitude about the incident. There wasn't even a shred of remorse for what happened. He expected more from the man.

"This isn't getting anywhere." He took his hand of his face and brought it back down to his side. "I can't charge you with anything since im technically a Marine before I am the ship's Second Officer. SFMC law doesn't apply to you, for that you can be fortunate. This is a Starfleet issue. I have to pass this along to Commander York."

Lorne nodded. "Well, that sounds like what you have to do then. Give her my regards, and let her know that I'll have Lire put a pot of tea on."

Damon felt himself starting to get angry again by the cheeky parting comment. Instead of responding, he turned and walked away.

He would recommend that punitive measures be taken, but there was no guarantee that his recommendations would amount to anything. He wasn't a fan of this notion, but it was necessary for the good of the ship. More than that, it was good for the Lieutenant. Discipline is for a protection.

Lorne nodded to Lire. "Well! The Captain should be here within the hour. Put the tea on."

"You are an idiot."

Major Damon Raine
Marine CO
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Lorne Jaxara
Restricted to Brig
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Junior Grade Myrna Lire
Acting Chief Security Officer/Assistant Chief Security Officer
USS Calypso

 

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