Party in the Diplomatic Hall

Posted on Thu Mar 5th, 2020 @ 5:02am by Admiral Lil'yanna Olmos & Commander Warrick Brown & Commander Nalla Furban & Lieutenant Commander Jorge Hular & Commander Galiaan Fordring & Lieutenant JG Rachael "Ripcord" Yamaguchi-Cullen & Petty Officer 2nd Class Cheleya Dvald

Mission: Mission 57: The Northern Lights
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1800Hrs - January 27th 2392

"Fight Fight Fight," Several drunken crewman where yelling as an incredibly fat and overweight Bae Lajosse prepared to fight an equally fat Briania Perphart. The two where infamous for hating each other on the ship, and Bae threw the first punch, catching Briaina in the face. Briaina screamed and kicked Bae in the groin, then started attacking him with a very expensive necklace from Matron Furban's luggage. Bae flailed his arms helpless as he gasped for air, but before he lost consciousness, the necklace broke, scattering pearls everywhere.

Rachael Yamaguchi who was seated nearby watching the fight, smiled as a couple of pearls came rolling over to her, she reached down and picked them both up. "Mmmm.. very nice... Maybe I should ask Ennis for a big pearl necklace.." as she slipped them into her pocket before she went back to watching the fight.

Rachael slowly smiled as she watched Briaina get tackled by Krotch Mitch and the two began slapping away at each other, she lifted the bottle of booze in her hand as she drained a mouthful.

Briania got positively nasty and bit Krotch Mitches figer, hard. Once Krotch Mitch released Briania, Briania picked up one of the suitcases and slammed it into Krotch Mitch.

Meanwhile, Micktenphail Bremer laughed and pointed fingers, as he urinated all over some very expensive clothing. Then the door opened and Matron Furban was in the doorway.

Rachael smiled as she finished her drink and then she hurled the bottle against the nearest wall, glass showering everywhere as she felt something small rob over her left foot, she looked down as she sighed. "How did Crabs get loose?" she asked aloud, not seeing Matron Furban nearby. "I mean... I prefer my food when its dead and cooked.."

"What is this?!" Matron Furban screamed as she walked into the room of chaos.

Rachael smiled. "Who are you.?" she inquired bluntly.

"Matron Allana Furban... Who are you?" Allana demanded hotly.

Briania, drunk out of her mind, wandered over to Furban, demanding," And what the heell do yooo wa.." and her sentence got cut short by her vomiting all over Furban's feet and lower legs.

"Awww." Zara shook her head at that sight. "Suede doesn't keep well with vomit."

Rachael winced. "Eww... That's just wrong.." she shifted her attention to Zara. "You!"

"Me." Zara admitted calmly and walked out of the hall instantly.

"I want that officer on report, Tane!!!" The Matron shouted at Zara's back.

"Ask her then." Zare responded simply and went on her way.

Rachael plodded over. "Puke really is your color," she said in a snide tone of voice.

Briania looked at Matron Furban, saying, "Whatchoo lookin at bitch." She then went crosseyed and fell flat on her face, passed out from the booze.

Meanwhile Teval found himself at the Diplomatic hall and looking inside, he commented, "Well, this is a mess." He then quietly called security, just in case.

"These people have wrecked my quarters. Destroyed my clothing, and have been disrespectful to me," Matron Furban told Teval angrily.

Teval gave her a poisonous look, "And you wear the furs of innocent sentient beings and you're a child abuser. So tell me, why should I give a damn about what happens to your things. Your rich, you can always replace them."

Rachael took that moment to slip out the door but she stopped herself at the last moment so she went back over to the booze stash and helped herself to another bottle of booze.

Micktenphail Bremer cheered. "Yay... booze!" and with that he chugged down half a bottle of beer in one smooth motion. "YAH!!!"

Rachael shifted her attention back to Matron Furban who was busy demanding her name... "Mmm.. Oh.. Cadet Daisy Bremer." she responded with a cheerful smile. "You... ass'ed mah name... right..I .. I think.."

Matron Furban started daggers at Teval. "I want these people dealt with."

"And I will," Teval replied curtly, "But I will tell you now, I don't care if it is to your liking or not."

Without waiting for her to respond Teval looked at Von estling, whom he had called earlier along with two other security guards. Teval looked at them, " Alright, take all these people down to the security office and keep them there, I'll have a chat with them in a bit."

Von Estling nodded and began rounding everyone up when one of the security guards noticed Krotch Mitch on the ground with a serious head wound and wasn't moving. Checking over the woman the guard couldn't feel a pulse so he called in medical.

A few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Cheleya Dvald who had near identical features to her aunt, Siaxx Dvald. The Bolian smiled as she regarded the security personel present. "Okay who wanted me?"

She was pointed in the direction of the body so she went over and did a simple check. "Yep. Sorry Master Chief, this one's dead."

Von estling sighed while Teval cursed, "This night just got complicated." Von estling looked at Teval, saying, "You know I have to take everyone whom was in the room down to security, until we start ruling people out."

Von estling nodded then announced to the room, "alright, listen up, we now have a murder case on our hands and I am going to have to take everyone down to security, so please cooperate and go quietly, and we wont have any issues."

"This is absurd," Matron Furban spoke with exasperation.

Moments later the whole group got escorted to the security office, and Von Estling had them all sit in the holding cells, but kept the forcefields deactivated, at which point the security officers started interviewing people while von estling sent Warrick Brown to investigate the body.

Warrick Brown looked around. "My goodness... This was... one heck of a party.." as he knelt down next to the body of Krotch Mitch as he had her simply beamed to the brig, he took note of various wounds to her person before he had her beamed away.

"Let me process the rest of this scene." Brown commented so he went to work.

A short time later he went into the security offices. "Master Chief?" Brown regarded Von Estling. "The investigation is coming along." he commented as he handed the older man a PADD. "Your murder weapon and cause of death.."

Just then someone made a run for freedom out of her cell. Rachael watched in silence while sitting in her own cell with her eyes closed as all she saw was someone run past her cell as Warrick Brown lunged at her, catching her in midair and the two ended up on the deck in a heap.
Rachael sighed. "Idiot." as she closed her eyes again.

Meanwhile, one of the drunken crewman had one of the crabs from the aquarium in her pocket. Feeling evil, she decided to put the enraged crustacean down Matron Furbans shirt, where the angry crab latched its claws onto her back.

Furban did what might of looked like a Mexican Hat Dance, jumping and screaming as the crab kept pinching at her back.

One of the security guards turned and went for her, colliding with her in midair, like a ballistic missile sticking its target.

Jorge Hular sighed. "Imbecile." as he went to assist Matron Furban. "Come on.." as he gently picked her up. "I need to take her to sickbay." and with that he called for a beam out for himself and Furban to sickbay.

When the Matron was beamed in, she was face to face with Nalla.

"Get away from me, Runt." The matron had this feral look in her eyes, a look that caused Nalla to jump back.

"Umm...." She looked to Fordring. "Can you help me get my m-m-mother to the bed." The small hybrid was clearly shaken. Afraid.

Fordring nodded. "I'll handle her." as she picked up Matron Furban. "Miss Furban, be civil in my sickbay or I'll ask the security guards to remove you without treatment." she then placed Furban on a nearby bed.

"Now Ms Furban. Since you are in my sickbay for the second time today. What are you in for this time?" Fordring inquired. "Please don't intimidate my medical staff, its unseemly and unhelpful.... and I will eject you for it..." Fordring explained as she opened her kit. "Now... Let me see what your problem is this time." she paused. "Wait... wrong tricorder.." and with that she turned and walked three beds over to retrieve her tricorder. "Right then." she said to herself.

"Something bit me... and my back hurts," Furban exclaimed with agony.

"Was it an insect or a reptile?" Nalla asked in her typical way.

"I don't know. It just bit me from behind," Nalla's mother spoke in a barely civil tone.

"Maybe an analgesic might help?" Nalla asked Fordring.

"It could." Fordring responded evenly as she came over to do a quick check. "Yep... this was no bug bite. The lifeform was.. aquatic.." she frowned. "An aquatic lifeform bit you. How is that possible?" as she went over to the medical storage area.

"You're being slow on purpose," the Matron spoke angrily to Nalla, in a low tone.

"Never," Nalla answered in a quivering, child-like expression. "J-j-just want to m-m-make sure you are a-a-all right."

"Liar!" The Matron punched Nalla viciously and only once. Hard enough to send Nalla backwards into a medical tray and into the floor.

Nalla's reaction was that of a child that had taken a bad fall. The cry was piercing as Nalla held her head.

Fordring heard the commotion and she came over, her massive seven foot frame filling the space as she charged over. She was able to avoid smashing her fist into Matron Furban but she did grab her and threw her across the room. "I warned you." she growled as she tapped her combadge. "Fordring to Security, send a couple of people to my location to arrest Alena Furban... charges are assault and battery."

Poor Nalla had crawled up into a fetal position, rocking. Tears of agony and fear welled in her as she continued to sob. All Matron Furban did was wince and glare murderously at Nalla.

Fordring glared murderously at Alena Furban. "I warned you.." she growled softly before she gently picked up Nalla Furban in her arms. The assaulted Deltan looked so small compared to Fordring herself. "Its okay Nalla..." she said quietly.

Two security troopers arrived as she came over to Fordring. "Doctor?"

"Take that piece of shit away... before I murder her.." Fordring snarled as she gently set Nalla down on a biobed nearby before she turned down the lights.

Jorge Hular nodded. "Willdo." as he yanked Furban to her feet. "This is getting old lady... now I get to arrest you too.." as he hauled Furban out the door and down the hall.

Nalla continued to sob as her head throbbed, but she steadily calmed when she felt Olmos enter the room.

"Someone get me some sound dampening muffs," Olmos spoke barely calm to the staff as she walked over to the biobed. "I need a baby fleece too."

Fordring didn't argue as she went to the nearest replicator, before selecting the items Doctor Olmos had requested before she brought them over to the older woman. "Here."

"Shhhh...." Olmos spoke soothingly as she began to calm Nalla down. Once she had the muffs on, Nalla quieted quickly. And one Olmos placed the fleece over Nalla's arms, the bald woman started to relax.

Olmos continued to hold Nalla's hand, comforting her in a way a loving mother would. "She should be easy to manage now... She might need a few hours in the muffs, but you should be able to treat her."

"Thank you Doctor." Fordring responded as she opened her tricorder and went to work on Nalla's wounds, all of which were minor. "This won't take long..."

"Matron Furban, just being here, put her on edge." Olmos spoke more to herself than Fordring. "I'm glad she has friends like you about to help her in times like this."

"I can see the stories I hear about Ms Furban... were not lies at least." Fordring responded. "If she sets foot in this sickbay again and if she is not on her best behavior... I might hurt her... and I shouldn't say it... but ... I really do not like that woman."

"I never liked her as a teen," Olmos admitted.

"Well... Now she is under lock and key, facing an assault charge... on a pregnant woman no less.." Fordring sighed. "When this gets out. it'll cause eyebrows to go up."