Oh How The Not So Mighty Have Fallen

Posted on Thu Feb 27th, 2020 @ 8:58pm by Commander John 'Nuke Em' Sheridan & Company Sergeant Major Jeffery "The Mountain" Duval & Master Gunnery Sergeant Chalan Fal

Mission: Mission 26: Points of Divergence
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 0800Hrs - February 16th, 2391

Chalan looked over the promotion list when he said to Duval, holding up the PADD," So you know about this."

Duval simply shrugged. "Nope... " he answered. "Chalan, you know me... I never pay attention to that stuff... if it comes through then I worry about it when they give me the rank in hand... otherwise its not official.."

Chalan shook his head, "Well sergeant major, these promotions are on the schedule, they are happening."

"Oh Happy Day.." Duval responded with a cheerful grin. "And they thought I'd never make it past Staff Sergeant." he added. "I'm going to go draw the usual stuff and go get things squared away.." he paused. "but before I do that... whats the agenda for today?, anything special I get to scream at?"

Chalan shrugged, "Well, the newly demoted former pilots now turned privates, David Hurd and Jewel Draat are supposed to report to us today." Chalan checked the time, saying, "And as a matter of fact, they are late."

Duval smiled. "Indeed..." he responded. "I'm almost disappointed..."

The door opened as the two privates walked into the office, with Hurd mumbling," Private Hurd, reporting for duty."

Duval regarded Hurd. "Speak up..." he responded. "I did not hear either of you.."

Hurd didn't say anything while Draat simply gave him the middle finger.

Duval chuckled softly. "Well... what can I say..." he turned to Chalan. "If I kill them... how would we explain it?" he commented evenly. "I could always say it was an accidental discharge of a weapons system.." he paused as he turned his attention back to Draat and Hurd. "So... are you two ready to report in... or should I just dispense with the pleasantries and simply have you beaten?" before either could answer, he backhanded Draat across the face. "you stand at attention private."

Draat immediately got red faced and made the mistake of taking a swing at Duval, while Hurd dove for cover to get out of the crossfire he knew was coming.

Duval caught her fist with his own as he sighed. "Private Draat... Oh dear lord... what in the name of the seven hells of Kronos are you DOING!" he snarled at her. "Have you truly lost your mind!" he sighed. "drop and give me a hundred. Now!"

Hurd crawled under a desk while Draat aimed a kick for Duval's crotch.

Duval blocked it as he hauled off, his fist connecting with Draat's chest with a loud crunch before he swept her feet out from under her. "Knock this shit off woman... or I will really hurt you." as he reached down, snagging a fistfull of her hair, he yanked her upright as she went to bite him, he backhanded her and then he dropped her to the deck again with a well placed knee and then he swung his arm, connecting with her chest with his elbow.

In truth Duval overpowered her in a half dozen different ways. "Enough Private..." he growled.

Draat only moaned in pain while Hurd attempted to sneak out of the room. Chalan wasn't particularly paying any attention to Hurd, though he was aware of Hurd attempting to sneak out, Chalan didn't say anything or make an attempt to stop him. Personally he would prefer if Hurd just up and disappeared, that way Chalan could start the AWOL and chapter process on him already.

Duval sighed softly as he watched Hurd trying to leave the room, clearly he wasn't going to say anything at all, he wanted rid of him. "Private Draat. I'm going to have you arrested... for Assault." he commented. "I'm going to let security deal with you." he then turned his attention back to Hurd as he slipped out the door and down the hall, back the way he had come.

Duval counted to five, then he turned to Chalan. "Should we bother with Hurd?"

Chalan shook his head," Personally I would prefer to just write him up as AWOL, so if he doesn't report for duty tomorrow, we can mark him as such. Its just easier to get the most expedient excuse to chapter these two anyway."

Draat slowly picked herself up off the ground as Duval watched her. "Make one wrong move Private... and I will see to it you wake up in sickbay..." as he tapped his combadge. "Duval to Sheridan. you got a moment sir?"

"Sure Gunny... whats up?"

"I got a new resident for you're brig.. the charges are assault."

"Okay. I'm on my way.. Sheridan out."

Duval sighed. "Why do I have to deal with these two idiots.?" he asked Chalan, he shook his head.

Before Chalan could say anything two more marines walked in, one whom Chalan had sworn he'd seen before. Privates Jay Labrosse and Kosjerky Munphuck waddled in, and stood at attention, or as best they could given their extremely round forms.

Duval sighed. "Oh dear god.... what the hell is this?" he inquired. "Who the hell are you two... beach-balls?"

Chalan looked at the two four hundred pounders standing in front of him, when he said," You two look familiar, wait, i know who you are," pointing at jay," your supposed to be dead, Twice in fact."

Jay looked vary indignant on the matter, "those where my brothers, asshole."

Chalan shrugged," well, you all look like the same worthless pieces of crap to me, so tell me, are you going to die in some horribly indignant manner too."

Jay scoffed," I'm not as retarded as those other three idiots, I'm gonna be the best marine ever."

Duval sighed. "Yeah... right." he rumbled. "and who are you.?" he asked the woman. "since you look like you're gonna die in the next five minutes, I might as well know what to engrave on your tombstone."

Munphuck blew him a raspberry.

"Knock that shit off!" Duval growled.

Munphuck blew him another raspberry.

Duval sighed. "Gunny.. can I leave these two beachballs with you.... before I kill them?"

Chalan shrugged," I'd think I would prefer that you just put them out of their misery, would save us the trouble, but then we might get sent more then."

"I've never seen so many beachballs wearing starfleet uniforms before I came here." Duval responded. "Where's Hurd??" he inquired, sounding almost joyfull, "Maybe he went AWOL.."