The Boiling Point

Posted on Mon Jan 29th, 2018 @ 3:55pm by Master Chief Petty Officer Petru Kagan & Commander Johnathan Wade

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/4
Location: Prancing Mythological Creature
Timeline: July 6, 2399 @1500

Rather than go right to bed, Chief Petru figured he'd get something to eat now that he was awake and off duty. He went to the replicator, ordered a Hasperat and headed to the bar. He looked over at Jack, who seemed to be there almost every waking hour... "Don't you sleep?" Petru asked the bartender.

Jack put down his PaDD and looked at the Chief. "Nah, weird... accident... a few years back made them need to put this chip in my head. Only need to sleep for like an hour or two too refresh. My brain sorts it's self out during the day with out a REM cycle." He said with the straightest of straight faces. "So what can I get for you."

"Raktajino, please." Kagan replied. "At least it looks like it hasn't picked up yet."

Jack nodded and poured him a fresh cup of Raktajino, placing the cup on a nice saucer. "Ehh, we have our busy moments, but it's kinda late. So what are you doing up?"

"Honestly, just bored. Someone else gets the overnight watch tonight." he said. "Thank the Prophets." he added as he noticed a couple of Security officers looking rather half-gone. "Looks like they've got the day off."

"Yup, probably going to cut them off though. My partner isn't so happy they are getting this wasted while on ship. Shore leave is fine, but that could be trouble"

"Especially as of late. God knows we don't need more incidents. I think the Captain would like just one normal day." Petru said. "Whatever that is."

"Well, no incidents will be allowed in here, Roger worked hard on the lounge, and i supervised the hell out of the construction. Anyone even atempts to break something they will regret it"

A few minutes passed by and it seemed that the Master Chief's prediction wasn't going to happen. But over at the table of drunk security officers, the more sober among them looked at the time. "We need to get you guys back to quarters."

"Awww come on!! One more!" the Lieutenant JG replied.

"No... Zero more. Otherwise the bartender's coming and cutting you both off. Word gets back to Barnaby about that and he'll have you both cleaning the brig with a sonic toothbrush or helping Lieutenant Cordale polish some self-sealing stem bolts."

"You're no fun!" he said. "Fine, we'll stand up."

That should have been the end of it. But.. it wasn't. A couple Marines carelessly walked past the table, accidentally spilling the remainder of one of their drinks and causing the more intoxicated one to fall back onto the chair and over. The Marine looked over at them. "Shit... Sorry. I'll help you clean some of this off." he said.

The sober one looked back at them. "All good. I'll go get some rags from Jack." he added as he came up to the bar, seeing that the Chief was watching what was going on.

"Rough night, sir?" Petru asked the Ensign.

"I'm just the babysitter." he said with a smirk. "Don't worry, Jack. We'll get it cleaned up for you."

Jack pulled out a pile of rags and handed them to the Ensign. "No problems, spills happen, just be more careful with the chairs yeah?"

"Go easy on the Marine." the drunk guy said. "I'm sure he's had a long day of committing treason and sucking the Organization's big slimy dick!"

Jack grimmiced at that "oh... oh this is not going to end well. Guys, please? Don't start a fight"

The Marine looked at the drunk officer. "I don't intend to start anything. Why don't you just go home and sleep this off. Nobody wants any trouble."

"Why?" Drunky asked. "Haven't gotten any more orders to try and blow us all up?"

"Hey." The designated sober one of the group said. "Back off. He doesn't want any trouble okay? Let's get you home."

"No I don't think so." The officer said. "If I was Bartlett id have spaced every last one of you stupid green collared fucks."

Jack rolled his eyes "Alright, seriously get him out of here guys. And when he sobers up tell him he's on a two drink max."

"Got it." He said. "Come on."

"What's wrong. Not going to defend your honour you little shit?" The security officer asked.

"Hey. You ever want to be let back in here?" His friend asked.

The Marine had enough. But he wasn't going to lay the guy out just yet. "Look, lieutenant. You guys were just as duped as we were all right? So don't sit there like a drunk mess questioning my--"

At that point the security officer punched the marine in the face.

Jack step out from behind the bar to get in between the two "Alright Alright, enough!! take this too a holo suite or drop it now!! Any more of this horse shit and no one will like what happens next? Got it?"

The Marine defended himself and placed the officer in a headlock. You heard him. Get the hell out of here."

At that point, a couple other security guards, not fully comprehending what was going on drew phasers on the Marine. "Drop him! Now!" one called.

"Why the hell are you pointing those goddamn things at me?! Your boy here started it!" he said, as the drunk pushed him over the table. At which point a couple more Marines came to rush the security guard.

Jack backed up at the sight of the phasers. "Alright you all asked for it. Roger! Clear em out!" From the kitchen came Roger, taking off his apron and grabs a member of security and a marine and lifts them both off the ground. "He said stop and leave! Got it?!"

"Why don't you let the actual security guards do some shit and go cook a fucking steak?!" the security guard asked as at least a few of the Marines backed off. The drunk officer then picked up a chair and was about to swing it at Roger...

Roger just lets the chair strike him in the back and break with out even flinching. "Do any of you even know who the hell I am?" he casually tosses the marine and security officer across the room onto the cushion wall seats. "If I still had my rank I would throw the lot of you in the brig and get a whole new crew. Totally unprofessional, the lot of you!"

"Oh come on!" Another Marine said. "The security guard clearly started this!"

The drunk Security guard got a few punches in at the other Marine, and then attempted to punch Roger in the face... He was now inebriated with a broken hand.

"Are you done making an ass of yourself yet?" his friend asked, as another security officer then shoved the 'Sober One' to the ground.

"Let me finish this..." the other riled up guard said. "Who the hell do you think YOU are to tell us what to do?"

"WHO AM I?" Roger glared at the man "In my fleet days I was Commander Roger Stevens. Today, I am the guy who can bench press a shuttle... so you want to fight, step up or get out!"

The other Marine attempted to headbutt Stevens, and in the process knocked himself out. The 'Sober' security officer pulled out a phaser and turned towards the crew on his side. "Stand back. Now. This needs to end. Get this dipshit to Sick Bay." he said, referencing the drunk Security officer. "Stevens? Shit. As I live and breathe..." he added. "We'll have to catch up later. Right now, we need to get these idiots out of here.

"Just get em out of here and if you see there commanding officers tell em i am gunna have some choice words for them!" Roger huffed and just swatted aside a Marine who thought a tackle would surely work.

"Right. Come on. Get the hell out of here. When Barnaby hears about this, he's going to put your head on a pike." he added.

Roger gathers up the Marines to drag back to their commanding officer. "I'll get these guys sorted then" he nods to Petru as both men lead the rest out the door.

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MCPO Petru Kagan (And assorted NPCs)
Chief of the Boat
USS Wellington