--The Wager-- -=/-\=- USS Chimera - ODA Barracks -=/-\=- Jones sat hunched over on his bunk with his legs dangling over the side and his bare feet resting on the cold metallic floor. In his left hand was a shiny black combat boot and in his right hand a wooden brush, made out of synthesized horse hair. There was a method to shining boots that every Marine instinctively knew and Jones was no exception. Hawking a big wad of saliva in his throat the private spit a big glob of mucus onto the heel of the boot and immediately began rubbing it in. Two strokes up, one stroke down, repeat. Under his breath the marine hummed an old song he'd learned from his childhood. It was an ironic song considering where he was, what he'd been through and what he would be doing. But marines also had the ability to put all the stresses of there dangerous existence behind them, if even for a few minutes. And as he hummed the tune to the old 20th century television show called "Gilligan's Island", it relaxed him and sent him back home to Earth. And for a few brief moments he relived his youth. The trip down memory lane didn't last long however. Pateli strolled into the ODA barracks, cigarette in fingertips, grin on his face. Smoking wasn't something he always did, but more of a vice. He firmly believed that he could die at any moment and since there was nothing he could do about it, he would have as much fun as he could before his time came. Even if that meant disobeying a few rules and smoking a cigarette every now and then. Taking a puff from the smoke the young private flopped down on the bunk that Jones was sitting on obviously disrupting whatever it was he was doing. "Whoooohooo", he said flicking the cigarette ashes onto the floor, "man did you see our new medical specialist, i can't believe they let a woman on the team". Jones in an obviously annoyed tone looked back at Pateli, "Whats so odd about it? Women are regularly assigned to ODA teams?" "Yah whatever", Pateli said taking another drag from his cigarette, "I think I'll play dead just so she can give me mouth to mouth". He finished with a chuckle. Jones rolled his eyes and shook his head, "What the hell are you doing smoking in here anyways, the major would have our asses if he found out". "Walsh?", Pateli said sarcastically, "he's probably drunk in his quarters or something, he wont be in till mornin'." "Well shouldn't you be doing something else then, like studying up on the Jem'Hadar." Pateli took the final hit from his smoke and tossed the butt in the crack behind Jones's locker, "Don't need to", he began, "I don't need no Intel to tell me what I already know". "Oh and whats that", Jones said mockingly. "That those Jemadars' are some tough motherfuckers.", Pateli said scooting up to the corner of the bunk and sitting next to Jones, "I heard they only breed males and that they are born without any peckers so they won't have any distractions from making war." "That's Bullshit", Jones said placing the boot in his hand onto the ground. "How do they breed in the first place if they don't have private parts or females?". "I dunno", Pateli answered, "Some genetic mumbo jumbo. Its true though" "It is not you jackass", Jones grinned, "Now get the hell off my bed". Pateli stood up, "Care to make a wager on that?" "What do you have in mind", Jones said laying back onto his bunk. Pateli smiled, "When we get deployed we'll pull down the trousers of the first Jemadar' I kill. The loser has to do the others laundry and clean all his equipment for a month", he said reaching out his hand. "Deal", Jones said shaking the mans hand, "Now leave me alone, I need to get some sleep". "Sure thing", Pateli replied as he walked away. -=/-\=- End Log -=/-\=- NPC Lance Corporal Jones ODA Marine USS Chimera NPC PFC Pateli ODA Marine USS Chimera (Both played by Cortez)