== /\ SB Bragg /\ ==== Jack hadn't been on the station for very long, he'd obviously spent a lot of time at Bragg before and he knew better than most that it wasn't exactly the party central capital of the federation. Plus, if you did find yourself a bit of enjoyment it was always likely that things would spiral out of control, and this place wasn't exactly the most lenient place for conduct not befitting an officer. Walking the promenade there really wasn't much going on. Security was so tight here that any unsavoury characters not linked with the forces wouldn't have a chance on the station, that wasn't to say that there weren't a few unsavoury characters about the place, they were just affiliated with the Forces in one way or another. Lost in thought he bumped into a passer by, who stopped and turned almost immediately with ferocious speed, Jack stood fast as he saw that the man was one other then Specialist Lynch, his engineering specialist. "Specialist" Jack stared at him. "Is there a problem?" "Aye, there would be" replied Lynch, annoyed for a second, but returning to his usual ways. "if you weren't me boss, that is. Of course, I should say, sorry to place meself inconveniently in yer path while ye weren't looking, but that would come out a bit as arselicking, now wouldn't it." he added amused. Aidan thought for a second, then added. "I was jus' goin' to get a drink or two, wanna tag along?" Jack pondered for a moment. "Count yourself lucky I'm in a somewhat good mood today Specialist." he replied sharply. "I could use a drink never the less." he added, moving across the promenade into a bar called 'Jizm'. Walsh had often wondered if the man was aware of the alternate meaning in terran language but every time he had been in here the occasion to ask Krim, the owner never seemed appropriate. With Lynch in tow they moved inside and to a table where a waitress came to take an order. "I'll have a Scotch, and whatever the Specialist wants." "The Specialist'll have a scotch too" grinned Aidan. "Interesting choice for a name if ye ask me. And talking of names, I wouldn't want to draw everybody's attention by you calling me Specialist all the time. Almighty will suffice." he nodded with what seemed to be a gracious gesture. "Or Aidan if ye insist." he added with a smirk. Jack sneered slightly at the mans audacity, but at the same time he had to complement him on it. Walsh wasn't by any means a lovely dovey Commander, he didn't make things easy and he didn't like people. It took some balls in Jacks eye to sit down and have a drink with him, purely because it'd be so unpleasant. "I'll call you whatever I please, Specialist." Jack nodded in reply as the waitress returned with their drinks. Taking the whisky he took a sip from it and savoured the taste before swallowing it down. "What are you looking for on the station then?" Jack forced out a bit of conversation. "You certainly can, Major, but don't expect me to share the lasses with ye when they hear it." Aidan replied amused by his superiors rudeness. "I'm just enjoying some time off, same as you." he added. "It's always a good idea to restock my supplies, and Bragg has a certain ... appeal in that particular matter" he downed his shotglass and waved for the waitress. "Two more of those, m'dear" he told her and turned back to Walsh. Jack nodded in reply. "Aye I know, I'm originally from an engineering background myself, I like to keep myself updated on all the new and experimental technologies about, and as you say Bragg has a few little places hidden away." The Waitress came over and brought them their drinks. "Leave the Bottle" Jack nodded to her as he took a hold of it himself and poured his glass to the top before filling up the Specialists shot glass. "So, How did you find the last mission, Aidan" Jack emphasised. "I assume it was your first instance of real fire." "In a manner of speaking" nodded Aidan, "I've been more on the development side before this transfer. Seems, some bugger up there wants me to get some exercise, and I'll tell ya, I got plenty of it with them Kzenti blokes." he refilled the glasses. "In any case, I've some serious issues with the equipment. Just not good for me health to be that exposed as we were, and we can't have that now, can we?" Jack leant back sipping down some more whisky. "That's how I used to feel" Jack took another swig. "Call me barbaric but if there's one thing I love more than women its the field." Running his fingers through his hair he yawned slightly. "So, answer me this. What kind of future do you see for yourself in the Forces?" Jack asked, any insight into the way a man thought was a welcome one for him, after all you never knew if he'd be your enemy tomorrow. "Why, what everyone sees, Major" replied Aidan. "A rebellious take-over and conquering the universe." he refilled both glasses. "And just like ye, me life to last long enough for a strong drink after a battle. Cheers." he lifted his glass. Aidan was about to down his shot again when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. "So you losers come outta the drain every now =B4n then, dontcha?" he heard a mocking, somewhat blurred voice behind him. He turned around slowly just to watch a huge green-clothed guy swaying next to him. Aidans face grew dangerously affable as he replied. "I take it you're not inviting me and me mate here to a drink alright?" Jack pondered a moment, this looked like it was heading towards a fight, he remembered that General Keylor had asked him before he promoted Jack to Major. "Have you been in any fights recently?" No had been Jacks answer. "Alright, What's your problem mate?" Jack glanced up at the man. "Isn't with you, pal." replied the marine. "Just can't stand fleeter trash dirtying my fav bar when I'm on shore." he glanced at Aidans neck. "And an enlisted wuss on top. If you talk to me, piece o' trash, make sure to Sir me, do you get me?" Aidan's smile widened. "Aye, ladd, you got me there. I'll try to be more respectful when I'm addressing a superior officer, even one with crap for brains, Sir." he leaned back amused, grabbing the bottle. "And by the way, I'll make sure ta be most gentle when I smash your bloody mouth, Sir. I understand that you being completely hammered doesn't make you much smarter. Sir" Jack groaned inside, he could see where this was going. Lynch didn't look like he was about to back down and the Marine moved forward slightly in Lynches direction. "Careful Captain." Jack ordered to him. The man obviously had no regard for Jacks authority and placed his hand on Lynches shoulder. Immediately Aidan turned around standing up in his seat and placed a punch straight into the Marine Captains face. The table flew to the floor and Jack stood immediately as an associate of the Marine Captain seemed to advance at Jack. Straight away Walsh expertly thrust his open palm just below the mans nose, sending him to the floor. Meanwhile the Captain had managed to stand up, although caught by surprise, he recovered quickly and grabbed Aidans arm in the middle of his swing. "Bollocks" swore Aidan under his breath and kicked the Marine in the groin. With a high-pitched groan, his opponent bent in two, without loosing the grip on his arm. Aidan felt a sharp pain as his shoulder articulation was being overbent by the weight of the Marine. "Let go, for fucks sake." he muttered between his teeth and followed the Marine captains movement to release the pressure on his shoulder. Caught offguard, he saw the fist coming right towards his face and managed in the last second to tilt to a side. The punch landed on his left ear, leaving Aidan a bit confused. With tremendous effort, he untwist his arm and grabbed the bottle from the table. A second punch landed on his stomach, taking every bit of breath out of his lungs. Aidan swore and used his free arm to swing the bottle towards the marines head, where it exploded with a loud crash, bathing both of them in whisky. Both of them landed on the floor in a confused heap. "Bloody idiot, get off me" muttered Aidan while trying to locate his opponents face. "I'll rip you apart, asshole" shouted the Marine and rolled aside. "Give it a shot, mate" answered Aidan and got on his knees. Too late he realized that the Marine had turned around and was attempting to tackle him. Aidan swore again and tried to skip the oncoming mass of a body, but the strained shoulder gave way and he fell sideways. Jack looked around to see Aidan on the floor and the marine Captain pummelling him. Tilting his weight slightly he chopped the front of his neck and threw him to the floor away from Spec. Lynch. Another marine came flying over to Jack and punched him square in the face, taking it Jack turned into the mans punch and headbutted him sending him flying. Grabbing Lynch from the floor he looked around."Jesus, Do you want to see Two Bars back on my collar?" he barked. Aidan turned around and swept the marine back to the floor with a low kick. "Sorry Sir" he replied backing out of the marines reach, his shoulder hurting like hell. "Wouldn't want to see ye cleaning toilets with me, if ye take my meaning." With a swift movie he evaded the Marines charge, only to leave Jack exposed. "Ooops" he managed to utter when both jack and the Marine fell to the floor. With the advantage of the Marine giving him the back, he threw a hard punch on his neck and noted with satisfaction the Marines limbs relaxing. All of the sudden he felt a sharp pain in the back. "Bollocks" was his last thought before he went down. Scampering to his feet after pushing the other marine off him Jack saw Lynch had fallen to the floor, again. God, he didn't seem to be having a good time in this fight. The marine was kicking Aidan square in the back repeatedly. Clenching his fist he struck the man square in the jaw with a back hand sending him flying into a table. "My god, lets get out of here before station security bust our arses for beating these punks down." Jack spoke looking to Aidan, who was actually knocked out. "Wake up!!" Jack shouted slapping the mans face. Aidan's vision was blurred as he looked up. "I'll get ye for that, ye wanker" he muttered, shaking his head." "Shut up and stand on your feet, Specialist" shouted Jack angrily. Aidan shook his head once more to clear up his sight and stood up, his whole body screaming for rest. "Got ye, Major." he replied and limped towards the exit. Moments later on the hallway, Aidan finally managed to get rid of the dizziness. He glanced sideways at Major Walsh. "By the way" he commented with a grin. "Glad to see that the promotion didn't soft ye, Major" and added a low "ouch" holding his back. "Clean yourself up Specialist, stay away from sickbay. Lt.Cmdr Summers will ask far too many questions. If station security come to me I'll deal with them, I really don't think they will though, those clowns on the station wont want this on their record, and Neither...Do I. There's enough shit on there to deny my promotion to Colonel" Jack spat and made his way back to his quarters to get a bit of rest. ==== Major Jack Walsh ODA Commander USS Chimera, SSF & Spec. Aidan Lynch Engineering Specialist USS Chimera, SSF