Making Fun of Brad

Posted on Thu Mar 12th, 2020 @ 4:20am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Duran-Yeager Syal
Edited on on Fri Jan 1st, 2021 @ 5:27pm

Mission: Mission 85: My Soul's in Arms, and Eager for the Fray
Location: Various Locations - USS Lancaster
Timeline: May 21st 2392

Over the past day, Kosdump Mitch made sure to distribute recordings of brad Tayor defecating himself over a grenade to much of the marine unit on Lancaster, though she focused her attention primarily on Brad Taylor's battalion. by the end of the day, everyone in the battalion and most of the people in the brigade knew of his little accident. In the mess hall about a dozen or so lower enlisted people, we're watching a recording on a PADD when Taylor walked in.

Taylor glared as he looked around. He heard someone screaming before he realized he was hearing himself. "Who the fuck was recording me!"

One of the people in the mess hall shouted aloud. "So Brad, I hear you like to shit your pants, maybe you should get some diapers."

"Who said that?" Taylor screamed. "Who the fuck said that?" he roared. "What one of you cocksuckers just signed his own death warrant... Nobody huh... I'll fucking make all of you shithead's sorry you ever fucking crossed me... Get up. On your feet. all of you!" he snarled at everyone in the room, regardless of rank.

Only some of the marines listened, and a few gave him attitude while most of the Starfleet and fighter force enlisted ignored Brad. Crewman Koskrap Mundump displayed what she thought of Brad by giving him the middle finger.

Brad noticed so he moved speedily over towards her, right before he drove his fist into her face, the trouble was that he ignored the second rule of war, which was generally to never ever punch someone in the face.

Koskrap didn't even feel any pain, and when Brad swung at her again, she caught his fist. She then delivered a vicious headbutt, crushing Brads nose, then she yelled and started smashing her fists into Brad's body. After a dozen heavy punches, she kneed Brad in the groin with a loud crunch.

Taylor was quite unprepared for the onslaught of fists and feet to his body, he dropped to the deck in agony as he screamed loudly for her to stop at once.

Koskrap didn't stop, once Brad was on the ground she kicked him repeatedly, then she stomped on his groin multiple times, shouting," Whats the matter little man, is that all you have."

Brad stopped listening to anything she had to say as he fought to control the urge to vomit with all the pain he was in.

Private First Class Fab LaBrosse came over. "Okay, okay, I think you made yer point." he pushed the massive woman away from the marine colonel who was lying on the floor, crying and moaning, clearly in a lot of pain.

For his trouble, Koskrap kicked fap labrosse in the shin, saying," Go masturbate to your sex doll you fat loser."

Fap screamed as he fell over. "Fuck me. What was that for!" he yelled.

"That'll do pig, that'll do," commented Jaie LaPantysniffer as he pushed Koskrap away from her victims. "Wow woman, you are out of control."

Koskrap gave Jaie a look of disgust, "Go fuck your mother you inbred misogynistic hillbilly piece of crap."

"I'd rather fuck you." LaPantysniffer responded. "I think Security will want to fuck you. Considering you killed him." he indicated Taylor.

Koskrap gave an evil, lustful smile," Really, care to back up your words."

"Sure. Why not." he answered, having no idea whatsoever of what he was getting himself into.

Koskrap grabbed him by the shirt and started dragging Lapantysniffer to a more secluded area. "Good, follow me." The pair then left the room while Bae Latard poked Brad. "Is this guy dead."

Brianard Partard shrugged. "Who knows..?" she shrugged. "Who cares."

Bae Latard then decided to grab a marker, then he drew a dick on Brad's face.

Partard sighed. "Must we stand here and deal with this piece o'crap hummie?" she let out a sigh. "I wanna do be elsewhere."

One of the other crewman decided to be responsible and check on brad, then he called for brad to be beamed directly to sickbay, so Lancaster's medics could tend to him.

Private Bae Latard laughed as Colonel Taylor appeared in sickbay. "Hee hee hee. I wonder whats his problems?"

Another one of the redshirt crowd peered over at the Colonel. "He looks kinda cool. I mean he's dead... right?" Petty Officer third class H'Urbum Mas'derp commented before she huffed a soft sigh. The Caitian didn't know and nor did she really care.

Meanwhile one of the local doctors came over to where Brad was lying on the biobed, he opened his tricorder and upon seeing what was displayed on the small screen, he called for a trauma team so they could attempt to save the Colonel's life, he then thought about calling for a security officer to come and look into this case but he realized that he was needed in surgery right away. Lieutenant Felix Sobist sighed. "My day just got fucking stupid." as he regarded his new patient before he went to work.

"Alright guys, lets do this one by the numbers, remember that he;s evidence so we process him for evidence while we try to save his life. I'll call in the CSI's after we finish, we've not got time to call them in ow.. We do and he dies.. So lets go to work." the young man explained his plan to his team before they went to work like a well oiled machine.

Two hours later, the exhausted Doctor and his team finished saving Colonel Brad Taylors life before the Lieutenant remembered he needed to call in the CSI's so he started with the ships Chief of Security, he went into the office that was assigned to him, it was empty and stark which was how he liked it.

Lieutenant Felix Sobist hated his boss, he had many issues with her and not as he handed the medical report over to the CSI's and had them process things after the Colonel's life had been saved.

Sobist knew he'd need to deal with interviews and the like but he was fine with all of that.