Old Friends

Posted on Tue Feb 25th, 2020 @ 3:38pm by Company Sergeant Major Jeffery "The Mountain" Duval & Master Gunnery Sergeant Chalan Fal
Edited on on Tue Feb 25th, 2020 @ 3:38pm

Mission: Mission 15: Old Ghosts
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1730Hrs - December 4th, 2390

Gunnery Sergeant Jeffery Duval, sometimes known as Hardcase, found himself sitting in the Green Dragon with a drink which he was presently ignoring and a PADD in hand, it was a letter from Suvek, his only son or at least until the twins were born.

Duval missed his family but they understood why he was off on another ship assignment as he heard someone else calling his name.

Staff Sergeant Chalan fal, could hardly believe his eyes. Gunnery Sergeant Duval, a man he hadn't seen in nearly 10 years was on the same ship. "Holy shit gunney, haven't seen you in forever."

"Staff Sergeant Chalan. Holy shit man... what are you doing here?" Duval inquired. "Wait... you got caught sleeping with the Generals Daughter... didn't you.. and got sent here..?" he chuckled. "Have a seat... fuck my evening is now complete..."

"And his wife as well, as it so seems, on top of the president's daughter," Chalan replied with a big smile, and with a bottle of rum in hand. Holding the rum out," Want some."

"Sure." Duval chuckled softly. "Were both women hot at least?" the Gunny inquired. "I know some Marines who've screwed some truly hideous things who called themselves women..." he added.

"Oh tell me about it," Chalan replied, taking a swig of the rum after Duval returned it to him." So, hows the wife doing."

"Pregnant with twins... other that then, she's settling into life as the skipper of the newly commissioned USS Shield of Vega." he smiled. "the kids are all off at the academy and now the twins will soon stick in an appearance," he explained, clearly happy about it.

"Nice, so have you met our new marine CO yet?"

"Not yet. I'm going to go bang on her door tomorrow... I hear she's supposed to be quite the looper though...whats the scuttlebutt say about her?" Duval inquired. "and whats this I hear about a giant private lurking around the halls of this crate anyway?"

Chalan's face lost its smile, he leaned back in his chair, sighed and said," Private Gunthar Werner, he almost immediately started a fight with captain Rohr, which is saying something because she is part klingon. I met her briefly and she is for the most part level headed and quite competent, however this guy, he's is 6'10" and came close to overpowering the captain, however she is the more skilled fighter, and she left him with a broken arm, broken ribs, and a cracked skull. however what bothers me, is this guy's past. According to the report he spent over 10 years in prison for shooting his last CO, though i am hazy on the details. And now higher up wants him to finish out his service contract or something like that."

Duval blinked. "What... the fuck...." he inquired. "So we have a killer on board now?" he inquired. "I heard we were the pirate ship of the fleet but I didn't think they meant it." he sighed. "so I need to keep an eye on our Private Werner..." he shook his head. "Disgraceful..."

"Is he actually dangerous or is there parts we're not being told?" Duval inquired.

Chalan took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing," Something about the whole situation doesn't sit right with me. If he was a genuine killer, he'd be away for life. I don't think the corps would be that stupid as to let a real murder back into their ranks, because if they would, then I'd leave the corps right this minute."

Duval nodded his head. "Nobody in the Corps is really that retarded.." he commented. "at least last time I bothered to check anyway..." he sipped his drink. "All the same, I'm going to keep a careful eye on our Private Werner, he steps out of line.... and it'll take more then a pretty doctor like Lieutenant Dvald to keep him from departing the mortal realm." he commented. "recall that one Corporal who almost got us killed during the war?"

"Oh yeah, and I was the newly promoted corporal whom took dum dum's place, What can i say, you did make a good teacher after all," Chalan took another swig of the rum, then gave it to Duval. "But yeah, we're going to need to figure out whats up with this guy, though if the ships XO gets her way, he is going to be in the slammer for a while."

Duval chuckled. "Heh. Nobody messed with Commander Yamaguchi...." he commented with a smile. "Served with her on Four Hundred and... what can I say... she's got a nice ass.." he then swiged his drink. "I see me spending plenty of time in here... the booze is good... so is the food." he paused. "as for Werner, take it as it happens.... no need looking for trouble before it comes to us."

Teval and Hakaya both walked into the pub, with Varkon, Anastasiya and Whitetail with them.

"So they actually do serve real alcohol on this ship then," Hakaya asked.

"Oh yeah," Anastasiya replied in her usual cheery voice.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the bartender, he's a nice guy," Anastasiya took hakaya to the bar, while Teval, Whitetail and Varkon sat down at a table not to far from the two marine NCO's.

Duval raised an eyebrow. "What the hell... who are those guys?" he indicated the new arrivals.

Chalan looked behind him at the new arrivals," Well, the big guy's a Brikar, those guys are strong as hell, and their rock like skin can shrug off phaser blasts. they're like walking tanks pretty much. I think the taller feline guy is an Eeiauoan. Don't know what the hell the two little ones are though. I think they are apart of the flight deck crews."

Duval raised an eyebrow. "This crew is getting more and more interesting with each passing moment.. or so it seems.." he commented.

Chalan watched as the other small feline and a very good looking human woman return to the group. But those little ones where in his opinion, irresistibly cute. Chalan was always an animal lover himself. Turning back to Duval, he said," Those little ones are adorable aren't they."

Duval chuckled softly. "Yeah.. they do.... I assume they don't like being picked up and petted?" he inquired with a smile. "I'm glad T'Nae isn't here... she'll want to pet them.."

Chalan noticed as several people where getting louder and rowdier by the minute next to the mechanical bull. He could already hear challenges of manhood being thrown.

"How much you want to bet that there will be a fight within five minutes," he pointed his thumb at the crowd.

"No bet..." Duval chuckled as he settled in to watch. "This will be good.... think we should go break it up?" he inquired, almost half heartedly.

"Nah, you know how I am," Chalan replied, amused," He then noticed the captain, Zara Tane, seemed to be egging them on."

"Is that the skipper over there?" Duval inquired as he got comfortable. "Oh this is gonna be good... first night. I ran into an old friend and a good honest fistfight... this just doesn't get any better." he commented, as if eagerly waiting for the fight to start.

Neither marine had to wait long, within a minute one of the crewman shoved one of the marines, into another, a puch was thrown, and within seconds close to a dozen people where all brawling, with several bottles of booze flying through the air. Chalan observed for a good minute, when he heard a very loud hissing sound, and then a scream.

Duval winced. "Oooohh... he got mangled.." he commented with a cheerful grin. "Freddy Kruger?" he paused. "Wait.. thats Wolverine..." he turned to Chalan. "Three claws... Kruger was four.."

Chalan, looked behind him and noticed that one guy was on his knee's, hands on his face, bleeding profusely, with the long haired feline, yelling at him, she then promptly gave him a hard kick to the groin then stormed out of the room, with the others following her. Turning back to Duval, Chalan shrugged, "And now I KNOW its not a good idea to pick them up."

"Yeah.. no kidding.." he sighed as he tapped his combadge. "Green Dragon to Sickbay. send the medics... fight in the lounge"

A young male voice responded. "On our way sir."

Duval cringed as he was being called sir, something he truly hated as he had to hold onto his temper. "Understood... Doctor... out." and with that he tapped his combadge. "I hate being called sir..." he growled. "fucking morons have no respect.."