The Dance in the Armory

Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 12:48am by Division Admiral Maraad Skyshatter & Lieutenant Fred Noonan
Edited on on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 12:49am

Mission: Mission 51: Warchild
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1100Hrs - November 20th. 2391

Lieutenant Daniel Williamson regarded Von Estling. "Alright. Its time we inspected the armory. please... lead the way... since all of your security staff are miscreants and malcontents... Are you the only one with any sense of respect?" he inquired.

Von Estling gave him a rather nasty look. "No, someone around here has to babysit you morons and keep you from doing something incredibly stupid."

"Watch your mouth old man."

The offender felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, he turned to find himself face to chest with a massive being who looked downright angry. "Old... Who are YOU calling old.... Watch YOUR mouth son..."

"You are assaulting a member of the secret service... watch your step alien."

Skyshatter growled softly. "Get on with your drama then get the fuck out of my armory.."

Lieutenant Williamson smiled coldly. "What... is all of this junk then eh?" he said to Von Estling.

Von Estling gave him a look, then added, "Well.. you are the one whom wants to do a pointless inspection."

"Its not pointless if we decide its not.... so shut your mouth and do as you are told... god all you people are just stupid.."

Skyshatter had not moved. "I will remember your disrespect."

Von Estling facepalmed. "Fine, do your retarded inspection." He then pointed at Micktenphail Bremer, whom was busy picking his nose behind the desk, "He, will be the one to assist you in your inspection."

Williamson regarded Bremer. "You.. come over here... and walk us through this armory inspection.." he all but demanded as Skyshatter moved off to one side. "Hey Gunther. Tell me something... Why him?. He'll fuck it up." he said very quietly.'

Von Estling gave a small smile, " what, you think you are worthy of being assigned someone competent. Sorry, no, you decided to waste the time of my security personnel, Now I am going to waste your time."

Looking at Skyshatter, Von Estling then added, "Come, lets go for lunch."

"Sounds good to me.." Skyshatter responded. "Mister Bremer can handle these guys... I am sure."

Lieutenant Williamson growled. "What is this?" he indicated several old style weapons from Earth's world war two history.

Bremer clumsily grabbed one, and took a look at it, inadvertently pointing the muzzel right at Williamson's face," Um, I have no idea."

Williamson stepped to one side a moment later.

Fred Noonan smiled as he watched the antics go down. "Unbelievable... Nobody is that stupid.... Are they?"

Bremer started messing with the rifle, which was a german Kar 98k. after some difficulty, he opened the bolt and out flew a live round. He then looked up at Williamson," Ah, I guess it was loaded."

"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod" Williamson whimpered as the round shot emerged from the chamber. "What the fuck is THAT! ..." as he growls. "You fucking IDIOT!" he roared. "Are you seven kids of stupid!"

Bremer immediately dropped the weapon, putting his hands up and cowering, "I'm sowy, I'm sowy."

The weapon landed with a clatter as Williamson saw red. "You are STUPID and Incompetent!" he roared at the fart slob's face before he stopped and sighed. "How does someone as yourself get into this man's fleet anyway?"

Micktenphail cowered, saying," Sowy, Sowy, My brother got me into starfleet."

"Your brother..." Williamson paused. "Mein got.... he's an idiot... and so are you.... continue with the inspection... lets make this quick... before you accidentally kill someone.. like me."

Micktenphail nodded nervously then started to inspect the next item, which happened to be a grenade. Unsure of what type it was he began to fiddle with it, when suddenly, with a loud ping, the spoon flew right off the weapon.

Williamson's eyes bugged out of his head as his expression went wide. 'Hoo Shit!." he screamed. "Grenade!" as he turned and tried to run away except he felt like he was moving through water before he dove for the deck, except there was no explosion.

The seconds ticked by as faces and heads emerged from the shadows. Williamson opened his eyes as he looked at Bremer who remained motionless, starting at the grenade in his hands. "Are you trying to kill us... or just.... oh dear god."

Micktenphail's face was stone white with fear. After about 30 seconds he then slowly flipped over the grenade and then said with a nervous smile, "Oh, its a training grenade."

Williamson screamed at Bremer as his self control melted down. "You incompetent...." the rest was almost incoherent gibberish as he soiled himself. "Uhh.." he quivered in rage before he turned and stomped off, walking funny as it was clear he had crapped himself.

Bremer just stood there dumbstruck. It was a small miracle he didn't crap himself, but it probably helped that he had gone to the bathroom shortly before this inspection. So he just stood there, looking over some of the weapons and waited.

Fred Noonan came over slowly. "Tell me something Bremer?" he inquired. "Did you do that on purpose?"

Meanwhile Williamson went into the bathroom, the effect of entering was like the equivalent of someone dropping a two tonne anvil on his head. "Ohgod... ohgod.." he whimpered as he went into the first stall, he unzipped his pants before he went to work.

Bremer shook his head," No, Am I in trouble"

"Well idiot-boy will want to yell at you and cite you for various offenses... but No... your not in trouble... not from any of us anyway.." Noonan responded with a smile. "If you can scare him off... we'll get you lunch.." he said quietly.

Bremer nodded nervously but didn't say anything until Williamson returned.

Williamson came back ten minutes later, a face full of thunder as he was truly enraged. "Continue with the inspection... if you do anything stupid... I will tear your head from your neck... and use the rest of your body to water my trees.."

Noonan interrupted. "Okay, that'll do pig, that'll do."

"Just who the fuck are you." Williamson came face to face with Noonan. ""Either leave the attitude at the door or leave the armory..."

"And you are.?" Williamson demanded as he got into Noonan's face.

"I am the man giving you the choice... " Noonan didn't look bothered in the least. "Wow, you got bad breathe.. Please... back away... You may continue with... your inspection... or you can leave... It makes no difference to me."

Williamson turned to Bremer. "Continue... with the inspection.... Now fatso."

"I'd advise you to be respectful of my people while you are in my work space..." Noonan smiled. "Since you wear the same uniform.... Do not make me contact your superior...."

"Fine.... stop interrupting my work.."

Noonan waved his hand in a rather regal manner, dismissing Williamson with a simple wave. "Mister Bremer, please carry on.." Noonan said to Bremer.

Bremer continued with the inspection. After about 10 minutes of the inspection, Williamson had his back turned to Bremer, as he was inspecting an automatic grenade launcher. Meanwhile, Bremer was inspecting a machine gun he was unfamiliar with. He noticed it was loaded with some funny ammunition, when he accidentally pulled the trigger and fired three rounds, hitting Williamson in the back.

Willoamson went down, screaming. "Ohgod. Ohgod..." he cried loudly in writing agony.

Noonan watched as he shook his head. "Unbelievable.."

Bremer panicked and dropped the weapon. Unfortunately the firing sear broke and the machine gun proceeded to unload the entire belt, sending paint rounds everywhere, and hitting Williamson a couple more times.

Williamson screamed as he felt rounds hit him, on the leg and in the ass while the one that impacted his balls sent a wave of fresh agony coursing through is already overloaded nerves to his semi-fried brain.

"Ohgod.... oh...." he whimpered softly before he passed out due to the pain.

Bremer just sat there and did nothing, contemplating what happened.

Noonan came over moments later, taking a moment as he chuckled softly, taking in the scene of the crime. "Mister Bremer. You really are something else." before he got down on one knee as he regarded the guy from the secret service who looked to be out cold. Noonan sighed before he wound up and bitchslapped the man across the face.

Williamson's eyes flickered open. "Rise and shine sweetie... you make the deck look untidy... now get up.."

Williamson growled. "Out of my face worm.."

"Mister Bremer. Continue your inspection..."

Bremer nodded nervously. This time however, his hands where shaking quite badly, and when he grabbed a tear gas grenade he failed to realize the pin was corroded. When he went to inspect the pin, it broke, sending the grenades spoon flying. Panicking he sent the grenade flying, where it bounced off the ceiling and landed right next to Williamson before going off.

Williamson's eyes bugged out before he felt the impact of the tear gas hit him all at once, he wheezed as he gagged on it before he tried to run out the door but his legs gave out midway there so he ended up on his hands and knees as he fought to drag himself out of the armory.

Williamson also was the last man out.

Bremer, in a desperate attempt to escape the gas, ran Williamson completely over, however he also took a hefty dose of the gas. He managed to get out of the room, before collapsing outside the armory, coughing and wheezing from the gas.

Williamson found himself lying on the ground. "No more.... I can't take anymore....." as he struggled to his feet before he ran off down the hallway. "Noooo more!!!" he shrieked as he fled.

Noonan smiled. "That was... impressive.." he turned to Bremer. "Well... We got you're lunch today Mister Bremer."