The Mundane Existence of Barrack Dwellers - Part Two

Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 2:12am by Captain Tienn Kerris & Lieutenant Commander Heather LaMonica & Master Chief Petty Officer Suvek & Lieutenant Konrad Anjou & Sergeant Kosmo "Bug" Burganski & Private 1st Class Tamara Harrak
Edited on on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 2:13am

Mission: Mission 51: Warchild
Location: Various Locations - USS Argonne
Timeline: 2100Hrs - November 23rd 2391

Commander Tienn Kerris stood before the assembled crowd in the Lounge. The place looked alright minus a few wreaked chairs and one destroyed table but she knew that Duval and his crew would be going over the bar with a fine toothed comb once the place closed shop for the evening.

A sigh escaped her lips as she tapped her combadge. "Tienn to Wilson. Talk to me goose?"

"The prisoner is in her cell... She's a right troublemaker this one.."

"Thats fine Ben. Keep her on ice overnight and I'll deal with her in the morning." Tienn responded. "Do you need me to handle anything?"

"Nah, we got this sir." Wilson responded.

Tienn gently smiled. "Alright. I'll go home to my husband.." she responded. "First things first however.. What happened here." she pointed to Bug. "You." as she regarded him, one of her troopers held a PADD in his hand as he began recording the conversation.

"Well Modo was scarfing down some bregit lung. I don't know why he likes that Klingon chow but hey, to each his own. Anyways, while big and green is chugging down a beer, here comes that crazy broad. She just gets up into his face and gives him the business. Now Modo is playing it cool and trying to ignore Ophelia. She ups her little stunt by dumping his food on the floor. Now if someone gave my bregit lung I would throw it on the deck too but it wasn't hers to do that with." Bug explained. "With his dinner now splattered on the floor he's pissed but he still keeps his cool. Real display of self control he showed. Then she starts to go nuts and starts to punch him in the face. Modo finally loses it and clobbers her." Bug told Tienn.

Tienn nodded as the recording device picked up everything but she was still lost on one point. "What set her off... any ideas?" the handsome Bajoran inquired.

Bug shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. This is the first time I have even seen her. She just came in and started trouble."

Tienn nodded her head. "Okay, thanks for your help." as she decided to check in, she tapped her combadge. "Tienn to Wilson?"

"Go ahead sir?" came the response back from her second in command.

"Take your prisoner to sickbay, I want a full workup down in her. tox, drugs.. the works.."

"Willdo. You'll have it as soon as the geeks get it back to me." came the response.

"Thank you." Tienn smiled

Meanwhile down in security. Lieutenant Benjamin Wilson regarded the prisoner in her cell. "I'm going to take you to sickbay for a full examination... are you going to cooperate or do I need to stun you and have you beamed there?"

"Sickbay?" Tamara asked. "I didn't get beaten up that bad. You really want to collect evidence to convict me don't you?"

Wilson regarded her. "Considering what happened... and what you did.." he shrugged. "Lets not make this any more complicated then this has to be."

"How much more complicated can this be?" She asked. "I'm just a bitch."

Wilson sighed softly before mentaly counting to ten. "I'm not going ask you again." he growled.

Tamara got up and waited by the cell entrance. "I'll go with you. Sickbay is a little more comfortable than here. I'll bet they are more pleasant than you are."

"Keep mouthing me off... Please?" Wilson responded dryly. "You are a drama queen, seeking attention like a petulant child.. Now keep your mouth shut while we walk... We clear?"

Tamara giggled as she calmly followed Wilson's lead.

Wilson dropped the shield isolating the cell. "Lets go... slowly....."

Tamara slowly moved out of the cell. Tamara then giggled lightly. "You know I just got onto a bar fight. I'm not a member of the Orion Syndicate?"

Wilson didn't respond to her statement as he walked behind her. Minutes later they were in sickbay as Doctor Anjou himself had been called in for this one.

Heather LaMonica was also here but she other reasons. "All I was doing... was walking down the beach and your nurse wants to keep me overnight... all I did was sprain my ankle. God you people are worse then my wife."

Anjou was in a foul mood. "I was just enjoying some eel and a fine pinot grigio." he complained. "This had better be important."

"I threw a begit lung on the floor and now I'm up for a firing squad." Tamara joked.

Wilson sighed. "Commander Tienn wants a full tox workup on her... apparently she's brawling over someone's dinner."

"Thank you" He told Wilson and then turned to LaMonica. "From what I can read you just have a swollen ankle. If you want to leave on your own I don't see a reason to stop you."

LaMonica sighed. "Your nurse... need to get laid Doc.." and with that she hopped off the biobed and went out the door.

Anjou than pulled a tricorder out and did a reading on Tamara. "Get onto the bed so the computer can ran a scan on you." He ordered Tamara.

Tamara replied but not without a wisecrack. "So this will make a nude picture of me for your later use then?"

Anjou ignored her remark. After the scan was finished he turned to her. "I've discovered why your acting the way you are."

"Really, why?" Tamara asked.

"Because your a flaming bitch." Anjou told her with a straight face. "Other than that no toxic substances or viruses. You one on the healthiest marines on this ship. I can official rate you as a bad person."

Wilson sighed. "So... Nothing toxic in her system at all... Lovely.."

"No, you can take her back to the brig after I finish cleaning up her face." Anjou told Wilson. "What happened to her? Did Phoenix slap her with her bionic arm?"

"Oh I wish." Wilson responded. "She was starting a brawl in the Lounge for no good reason.... The Master Sergeant is really pissed about it." he sighed. "On Opening night no less.." he turned to Harrek. "What is it with people like you?, we;'re trying to clean up this ship and shitehawks like you just have to ruin our work.."

Tamara laughed. "Because there is only one way to look at men, downwards."

Wilson snorted. "You're an idiot woman..." he turned to Anjou. "Okay. I want you to throw every examination at this prisoner you can think of Doctor. Commander Tienn will ask me about it in the morning." he paused. "Also I will need her medical records... for processing... since she is a prisoner.. and I think you're career is about to fly into a sun."

"I have all the scans I need to run." Anjou replied. "I'll run them in the morning. It may take a few days to run everything."

"Alright. I'll let the Commander know.... in the meantime.. Back to your cell, your worthlessness... Err I mean worthshipfullness." Wilson was downright insincere in his tone.

"Aw, isn't that cute? The little piss ant is trying to act like a big shot." Tamara stated with derision.

Wilson snorted. "I'm the one who gets to decide if you are walking back... or will be asleep when I beam you back.." he responded. "I also tell the Chief of Security about your behavior, the computer records will assist me with that and then she will decide your fate.. Besides. I doubt you'll ever amount to much anyway.... How did you make it into the Marine Corps anyway...?"

"The standards aren't very high." Tamara replied. "I figured if they let a shit like my father in I would have no problem."

"As much as this banter fascinates me I would ask the both of you to leave sick bay." Anjou told them. "I need sick bay for the real sick." He turned to Harrak. "Even though your career might be over in Star Fleet, given what you did to that bregit lung you have a promising career as a food critic."

Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Come on you. Lets go." as he indicated the door. "Start walking."

Tamara remained quiet as she was escorted back.

Several minutes later, the two walked into the brig area as he walked her back to her cell. "In you go." Wilson commented as he indicated her empty cell.