Always the Artists

Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 1:04am by Division Admiral Maraad Skyshatter & Commander Jiao Anderson-Smithson & Lieutenant Garry Smithson & Company Sergeant Major Jeffery "The Mountain" Duval

Mission: Mission 51: Warchild
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1130Hrs - November 20th. 2391

It was mid morning in the Green Dragon and Jeffery Duval was having a good day which honestly was most days these days, the door opened and in walked Skyshatter and Von Esling, both men looked rather annoyed. "What can I get you two fellas?"

"A bottle of Black Bush Irish Whiskey. Two glasses with ice... and leave the bottle." Skyshatter said evenly.

Duval was no stranger to odd requests so he nodded. "I think Lieutenant Sheridan's conspiracy is spreading."

"Oh?" Skyshatter inquired. "and how's that?"

"Well since the Lovely Bajoran has apparently been relieved, he is rumored to be planning an uprising against her replacement... I think the man has gone crazy.. but that's me."

Skyshatter shrugged. "Not as crazy as it sounds... Maybe he went full Pirate."

"Yaaarrrggghhhhh." Duval responded as a soft growl. "Can I get you guys anything else?"

Just then one of the secret service guys regarded Skyshatter before his jaw dropped. "Oh wow. Its Admiral Skyshatter. Sir your battle strategies are required reading at the academy..."

"Son... I'm not an Admiral.." Skyshatter poured himself a drink before he drained a mouthful of it. "Leave us be please?"

"Yessir. right away."

"Stop calling me sir." Skyshatter retorted.

"Aye Chief." and with that the man withdrew.

Meanwhile in the Ops offices. Two guys entered, one of them was very clearly in charge. "Who is in command here?"

Rykar looked up from her desk looking at the new arrivals, "I am, and who are you two."

"I am Special Agent Johnson... This is Special Agent in training Johnson... no relation." he announced himself. "I'd like to see the paperwork on this department if you don't mind."

The younger guy stood by the door as he sighed softly, he shook his head. "Why are we harassing-"

"Do not make me repeat myself young one... we will not have this exersize again.."

"Young one... Wow. You're arrogant.." Lieutenant JG Garry Smithson responded. "How old are you?"

"I am... older then you son."

"Okay gramps." Smithson responded in a snide tone.

"Oy!" he turned to Rykar. "Overgrown housecat. I want the paperwork on this department now!"

Rykar gave them a look, then added in a low growl," Alright listen you racist fuck, out of my office now, or I'm going to make you leave."

The younger guy regarded the older secret service operative. "What did you do that for."

"Because-"

"Because you're an idotic fuck who doesn't know how to be civil to anyone you mindless fucking retard." the Ensign responded in a harsh tone.

"You watch-"

Smithson interrupted with a phaser in hand. "You got five seconds to get out of my space.... or I'm just gonna shoot you."

The older man simply swung his fist and Smithson's phaser went flying. "You are a fool to try me... Boy.." the older man said to Smithson. "I should shoot you for this-"

"Enough of this mindless shit." Ensign Jason Boyd responded as he already had his sidearm out on his boss.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I think... I'm gonna teach you some manners.." Boyd responded evenly, with that said he shot his superior on heavy stun. He sighed. "Its people like you... that make my life nearly impossible."

Smithson regarded the event before him. "Unbelievable..."

"Yeah... To think I left starfleet because these guys wanted to recruit me.... my skills are wasted with these fools.."

"You should rejoin Starfleet... I'll beam him to the brig.."

"Thank you." Boyd responded before he turned to Rykar. "I'll get out of here and leave you guys be... In any event... you look sexy." he smiled. "Till next time... My hotness.." and with that he departed.

Smithson regarded Rykar. "Well... that was different."

Rykar took a moment to even register what Boyd had said, then when it dawned on her, she had an utterly incredulous look on her face.

Smithson shrugged. "Maybe he likes you."