Catching Flies

Posted on Thu Mar 12th, 2020 @ 3:55am by Fleet Admiral Naiya Ray

Mission: Mission 84: The Ghastly Echoes of Vietnam
Location: Various Locations - USS Lancaster
Timeline: May 20th 2392

It was a relatively normal day for Technician Bae Lajosse. He was drunk, and he had been sent off to his new assignment, to officially act as a forward fighter controller for the marine engineer's battalion. Unofficially, people just wanted to be rid of him. So after having a half a bottle of whiskey, he wandered into Brad Taylor's office, thinking it was the bathroom because he had to pee so bad.

Brad Taylor, himself was lying on the couch passed out asleep, with his mouth open and snoring loudly. He didn't even notice Bae's approach. Bae, drunk out of his mind, decided this was a good of a place as any to relieve himself. So he walked up to Taylor, zipped down his trousers, and with surprising accuracy for a drunk man, he aimed right for Brad Taylor's mouth and relieved himself.

Taylor meanwhile felt something wet impact his face as he snorted before he began coughing and spluttering, before waking up, finding himself covered in someone else's urine. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" he roared at the top of his lungs.

Bae barely even registered Taylor as he continued to urinate. Then out of nowhere, the alcohol kicked back and he barfed all over Taylor.

Taylor screamed as the puke landed on his uniform before it began mixing in with all of the piss on him. He leaped out his chair as he smashed his fist into the fat man before him before he grabbed him with his other fist. "Oh, you like fucking with people." before he proceeded to rape the fat man before him.

Meanwhile, a passing marine private, Brikrapa Perfaudulence, heard the noise in the room and she opened the door only slightly. Once she saw what was going on, she pulled out her Padd and started taking pictures and recording the event.

Taylor meanwhile completely missed the fact he was being taped, raping some fat private. He was enjoying himself far too much with his present activity.

Once Brikrapa had her fun, she decided to rain on Taylor's parade by tossing a gas grenade in the room, which she had stolen from the armory. She then quickly moved down the hall and out of sight. Seconds later, the gas grenade popped and started releasing noxious tear gas.

Taylor coughed and gagged at the effects of the gas, it hit him quickly while he gagged and wheezed. "What.." he blinked as the tears began streaming down his face.

Bae Lajosse started wailing and screaming and flailing about. then twice his fists connected with Taylors face, then his foot connected with Taylor's groin.

Taylor dropped to his knees, flopping on the deck. "Ooh god, oh god.. why the balls!" he whimpered as he cried like a little schoolgirl.

Kanmali walked by the office and heard something going on, so she stuck her head in the room, and immediately regretted it. The gas made it unbearable for her, so she only caught a glimpse of both Taylor and Lajosse on the floor, minus their pants. Kanmali managed, "What the fuck are you two doing." Then she couldn't stand it anymore and left.

Taylor wheezed as he coughed. "Who... tossed.. in the .. grenade." he inquired softly before he slowly stood up, fighting with effort to manage it, he then pulled up his pants a moment later. "I will find out and then I will fucking murder them," he growled softly before he went over to his deck. "Computer, increase ventilation in here by two hundred percent, flush this smoke out of here."

The ceiling fans activated as the smoke began to thin away to nothing quickly.

Lajosse tried to crawl his way out of the room, but he was still in a drunken daze, and the tear gas didn't help.

Taylor regarded the fat private with a look of murderous rage. "Get the fuck outta my office, scumbag. Or I will really fuck you up!"

Lajosse crawled his way out of the office, leaving Brad Taylor alone, in a new very messy and smelly office.

Taylor was furious, his desk had been destroyed as had most of the stuff on it, knick knacks from previous postings and the like, half of them had been splattered with pee, vomit or shit when this private had defecated all over the place. "This is going to take forever to clean," Taylor muttered to himself. "I fucking hate shitheads."

Kosdumph Mitch cracked the door ever so slightly, just enough so she could throw what appeared to be a live hand grenade in the room. The grenade bounced off Taylor's desk and landed at his feet.

Taylor looked down as he screamed, he felt himself defecate in his pants as the grenade simply sat there between his feet. It was inert as he screamed in rage. "I'm gonna keel you!" he roared at the top of his lungs.

Kosdump giggled as she ran down the corridor, with a recording of the event in hand, intent on sharing it with the rest of the marines.