Wrong Side of Logic

Posted on Tue Feb 25th, 2020 @ 4:51pm by Master Sergeant Gunthar Werner
Edited on on Tue Feb 25th, 2020 @ 4:51pm

Mission: Mission 15: Old Ghosts
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1700Hrs, December 7th, 2390

The hanger was empty of people except for two men working. Privates Werner and LaBosse were on top of one the mothballed fighters. Both had barrels, towels, sponges, and purifying solvent. Both were cleaning the inside of the cockpit.

"What happened here? The tub doesn't even run" LaBosse asked.

"One of the cleaning crew got his face stuck in a hornets' nest." Werner answered.

"So he sees a bug and unloaded his ass? What a wuss." LaBrosse stated.

"He got his face stuck in the nest. That's when he started to crap his pants. When they pulled the nest from his face he began puking." Werner informed his fat co-worker.

"So why doesn't he clean this up?" LaBrosse asked.

Werner stopped and gave LaBrosse a hard stare. "Because the poor bastard is in sickbay. What the hell is wrong with you?" Werner rhetorically asked then went back to scrubbing.

"You don't have to be a penis about it." LaBrosse sheepishly replied. "Say, what did you do to get this shit job?" LaBrosse asked.

Werner stopped working. Without looking up at LaBrosse he answered. "I struck an officer." Werner went back to work.

"Oh." LaBrosse indifferently replied. "Oh!" LaBrosse replied again, more excited as he had an epiphany. "Your that dude who got his ass kicked by our CO."

Werner stopped again "Yeah, that was me." he stated exasperated.

"You wanna know what I did?" LaBrosse asked, a bit of smugness in his voice.

Werner didn't even look up from his work. "No, not really."

LaBrosse snorted in contempt. "Well, at least I didn't get my ass kicked by a bitch." He told Werner haughtily.

"That 'Bitch' is our commanding officer. Don't talk about her that way." Werner sternly told LaBrosse.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." LaBrosse told Werner sarcastically. "Is that 'cause the Klingon whore beat you to a pulp?" LaBrosse caustically asked. "I can call her a whore, right?" LaBrosse switched back to sarcasm.

Werner stopped and looked LaBrosse in the face. "You need to ease up on that." he threatened. "If I wasn't on parole I'd kick your fat ass."

A malicious grin formed on LaBrosse's face. "Oh, so your a jail bird?" The fat man didn't expect an answer.

Another Marine came over to address them. "How is it comin'?" He asked.

"Oh, hello Corporal Logan." Werner responded. "Well have it done shortly."

"Hey Corporal!" Labrosse yelled. the corporal turned and gave his attention. "To be honest, we could have had this done by now if this guy" LaBrosse pointed at Werner "would just do some work. He only started when he saw you coming."

"You, kidding?" Logan asked and LaBrosse somberly shook his head. "Alright, I'll tell Gunny." Logan then gave Werner a look and left.

Werner looked at LaBrosse incensed. "Why did you do that?"

LaBrosse slyly grinned. "Because I could. You can't do anything or you go back to that slag of a prison world."

Werner went back to work, fuming. LaBrosse then wiped up a load of human waste on his sponge. He tossed the sponge at Werner and hit him square in the chest. There was splatter on Werner's chest and face.

"You Asshole!" Werner cursed.

LaBrosse laughed at Werner. "Not a thing you can do jailbird." Labrosse stated and then began wiping with a towel. He then threw the towel at Werner. the towel cloaked Werner's head. LaBrosse howled with laughter.

Werner pulled the towel off his face. "Parole ain't worth this." he stated. He grabbed LaBrosse by the collar.

"Hey, you can't do that!" LaBrosse protested. "I was just havin' fun." He pleaded, in vain.

Werner pulled LaBrosse into the cockpit. The silent hanger bay was punctuated by the shrill sounds of Labrosse screaming as Werner beat him to within an inch of his life.