The Ox, Bloodwine, and Partner

Posted on Thu Feb 27th, 2020 @ 11:15am by Chief Warrant Officer Ryi "Taffy" Amlari & Staff Warrant Officer Hana "8-Ball" Nakamura
Edited on on Thu Feb 27th, 2020 @ 11:15am

Mission: Mission 17: The Drug-Dimmed Tide
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 0910Hrs - December 16th, 2390

Eight Ball jumped out of the simulator. She immediately pulled off her helmet and threw it onto the deck. A disgusted look was on her face. She started to cry. Taffy ran over to her.

"What's wrong?" Taffy asked.

"A rat was in my simulator, the controls got locked, and I puked in my helmet." Eight Ball sobbed.

"Oh, yes." Taffy could see a little vomit on Eight Ball's face and flight suit. "Well, just sit down and we'll get you cleaned up." Taffy pulled the sleeve of her flight suit and began to clean vomit off Eight Ball's face. It was then that Berg picked up Taffy and pinned her to the wall.

"You little piece of blue crap. You crashed into me, twice!" Berg screamed. He slammed her into the wall again. Taffy winced and was obviously scared.

"No she didn't." a voice came from behind Berg. He turned to see Lynx. "You crashed into Boomer. Then I pulled a couple of missiles into your flight path." She coolly told Berg.

"Why the hell did you do that?" Berg asked while dropping Taffy and turning to Lynx.

"Because your a stubborn thick headed dim wit. You fly with the grace of a pregnant ox. Your going to get yourself killed and I don't care but buffoons like you end up killing other pilots before you self euthanize." Lynx told Berg sternly.

Rage filled Berg's eyes. "You old piece of shit Hag!" Berg screamed. Berg gabbed Lynx by her collar very tightly. "An old wash out like you doesn't talk to me like that! Your nothing to me!" Berg shouted. "Hear me? Nothing!"

"Leave her alone!" Eight Ball shouted as she approached Berg. Berg gave Eight Ball a hard push and she fell to the deck.

Lieutenant T'Kalla came over. "Lieutenant Houges, I find your behavior unacceptable and you will desist." The Vulcan told Berg without any emotion.

Berg dropped Lynx and turned around to face T'kalla "What the fuck you did you say to me? You green blooded freak! Do you think you can take me?" Berg starred down threatening T'Kalla. The Vulcan just looked at Berg and there was a moment of awkward silence.

"Thought so!" Berg hissed before turning back around to Lynx. T'kalla simply applied the nerve pinch to Berg's shoulder. Berg dropped like a bag of potatoes.

"I'm going to get a PaDD and have this written up." T'kalla stated before leaving. "All of you you including Berg need to stay here."

The three other pilots looked down at the unconscious Berg. "I've had enough of this guy." Lynx proclaimed. "Let's move him before T'kalla gets back."

"But the El Tee said to stay here." Taffy told Lynx.

"Are you tired of him?" Lynx asked taffy.

Taffy gave Berg a hard look. "Yeah." She replied.

"Good." Lynx told her. "Now, each of you grab an arm and I'll get his feet." Lynx ordered and the trio picked up Berg and moved him.

As they move the comatose man a deck crew shouted at them. "Hey! What are you doing?" He asked.

"You didn't see anything." Lynx shouted back.

"To hell I didn't." The tech yelled back excited then approached and saw they were carrying Berg. "Oh, that guy." The tech stated with out emotion and waived his hand dismissively at Berg.

A little later, the three pilots looked down at Berg. "Let's see him explain that to medical." Eight Ball stated and all three giggled.

Much later, when Berg finally came to he was laying on his back outside the Green Dragon. "What happened?" He slowly groaned. There was a crowd of people around him. They were laughing at him.

"What are you laughing at?" he threatened. Berg than realized that he was completely nude. The crowd laughed harder.

His face turned red with rage. He tried to get up and found a empty bottle of Klingon Bloodwine glued to his right hand. He shook his hand but the bottle would not come off. He tried to move his left hand but it was stuck. As he turned to see what it was stuck to he shouted as he was startled by the sight of a nude Pakled. The Pakled was a life sized model mate and was glued to his left arm. He tried to stand. Berg screamed in pain as his testicles were glued to the Pakled.

Berg struggled to get off the deck. He hobbled to sickbay with the Pakled mate glued to his arm and testicles. As he did the crowd jeered him and some even clapped.