==Captain Quarters== Keylor smiled, "Aye. I remember when I as a corporal in a marine detachment and we were on this run form the Novella system to the Danali system a 14 hour flight. And because of fleet transporting issues, we departed shortly after the evening mealtime. Well as luck would have it, the mess hall was serving up fresh food that night and decided to make it a bean festival." He grinned as he sipped his wine. "Well you can imagine what happened next. Those of us smart enough not to torture our fellow mates chose not to eat the beans and opted for some replicated food. But there were 4 new marines assigned to the group, who apparently did not think things through and gorged themselves on the fair. Two hours later the stench commenced." He chuckled. "So not wanting to be gassed out of the shuttle in the middle of space, I had each of the recruits put on an EVA suit. We zipped them up and then adjusted the air flow so they had just enough air to keep breathing, but not enough air to cycle the stench through the EVA air pack filters." He grinned. Jack let out a small chuckle. "Sounds like you were a real bastard" Jack chuckled some more. If anything that was a compliment to a marine. Fleet officers tended to look down their noses at how brutish and arrogant marines could be, but their jobs were a lot more oriented towards following orders to the letter. Jack had been fleet and was a marine now though; he understood the best of both worlds. Keylor chuckled along with Jack, "I would like to think I was not acting a bastard. But people who don't think their actions through ought to be taught a lesson. At least no one was hurt... well except may be their pride." he smiled. "So what about you? What kind of old 'war' stories do you have?" he asked. Jack chuckled thinking of the stunt he just pulled on Guzman. "Nothing springs to mind sir" Walsh chuckled. "The usual stuff, I like to give the lads a hard time, I find it keeps them on their toes if they hate me" He took another drink of the whisky that the Commanding Officer was so graciously offering. "To be blunt General, what's going on here?" Jack eyed the man again with caution. "It seems to me like I'm being...'gently' scoped" Keylor smiled as he set his glass on the table. "What is going on here? Well I am trying to get to know my ODA commander." He stood up and grabbed the bottle of scotch form the table. Keylor then topped of Jacks glass and then walked to his desk, with the bottle in hand. "See, I like to get to know my senior officers, understand what makes them tick. I feel it is important as the captain of this ship to know my crew, both professionally and to some degree personally." He set the scotch on the desk and picked up a pad, the pad that Lt McTaggert had giving him about the replicator incident. He then turned around and walked back to Jack. "But major, your not helping me any. I can read your personnel record, I can read about your family but this does not help me understand you." Jack tried not to laugh; it'd be inappropriate given the bollocking he was about to receive. He heard that his little replicator stunt had the desired affect and then some. Apparently it had caused an 'incident' in sickbay. Keylor walked behind Jack and pushed the pad in front of Jack. "Would you care to explain this?" he asked about the replicator reprogramming. "Nothing to say, General Sir" "Major, you were in the waste disposal area, logged in to the terminal. The changes were traced back to your terminal. Little doubt you had any thing to do with this. And to top it off it was reported you were drinking ON Duty!" he said about Jacks time in the basement. "I don't deny it was me General, I actually have no idea what I was doing down there...Waste disposal is not my....area of expertise. As for the Drinking on duty, that is wild speculation. I would never do such a thing." Keylor shook his head. Why Jack would flat out deny what happened is inconceivable. After all Jack knew he had a hand in it, and so did the DCEO and the CO of the ship. It was becoming clear to Keylor, Jack was somewhat of a loose cannon and some how he had to come to an understanding with Keylor. "Major, You need to learn to get along with people, at lest the people you live and work with every day. Why? For two simple reasons. First we need to feel we can trust you. Trust you to follow our orders no matter how you dislike them. Trust you will be there in a pinch went we need you. Secondly, You need to be able to trust us. This is not some competition to see who can be the best loan wolf here. Our job places us in harms way on many occasions and we need help form each other to get through." he said. "Sir Yes Sir!" James snapped into 'marine mode' it was clear that this little chat was coming to an end. Jack didn't know what to say, he'd already had a dressing down from the First Officer, the General it seemed was going about it a different way. Trouble was, at least he knew where he was with Guzman, and he'd stab Guzman in the back in a second. The General was far more cunning, putting Jack at ease. Keylor was not getting the feeling Jack was taking this seriously. He walked back to his desk and reached over the top of it and opened a drawer. He reached inside and pulled out his 18-inch blade he had made long ago. Pulling out of the sheath he turned back to face jack. Not saying a word he flipped the blade over, grabbing the tip of the knife. He then tossed if on to the coffee table. The knife made a long thud as the blade buried itself in to the wooden surface, handle sticking upright. Interesting turn of events Jack thought. "Major, I can put up with the bar fights, the womanizing, and your relative rude and rough personality on your own time. But when on duty, will behave expected of a Starfleet officer, NO, A Marine officer." He held up a single finger. " One, if you ever disobey an order again, I will personally pound your arse in to the nearest penal colony and report you as missing in action." He held up a second finger, "Two, if you ever do any thing like that replicator stunt to this ship again, with out authorization, I will personally drag your ass down to the brig and lock you in there till my hair grows gray. Either way you wont have a military tribunal to deal with, from now on it is just you and I! " He lowered his hand, "And if those terms are not good enough for you, then pick up that blade and come at me, because of short of you killing me, I will make your life a living hell until shape up." He said in a strong but calm voice. Keylor hoped that he had finally gotten Jacks attention. Jack looked down at the knife and walked forward pulling it out of the desk. He ran his finger across the edge of the blade. "General, you leave me little option" he ran his finger across the blade. Looking Bretam square in the eye he flipped the knife in his hand and stabbed it back down into the table. It was becoming clear that the Command team on the ship didn't want him, but then again Jack never was any good at making friends, only enemy's. "Duly noted Sir" Walsh stood fast at attention. {Interesting reaction} Keylor thought as he watched Jack fondle the knife. Watching Jack plant the knife back in to the coffee table he thought. {Ok not totally a waste, he still wants to be here, and he is not trying to kill me, so there must be something there to salvage.} Keylor reached back on his desk and tapped on the console. "Computer." He called out. "Revoke all command codes, Walsh, Jack, Major. Authorization Bretam 15-vole-69- omega." The computer beeped and confirmed the request. Keylor then tapped on the console again. "Bretam to Lance Corporal Cortez." Cortez Replied, "Cortez here sir? How can I help you?" "Corporal. Go to Major Walsh's quarters. Search it form top to bottom. Find and confiscate any alcohol or illicit contraband. Remove Pads, game, any form of entertainment Strip the room down to personal items and necessities. " Cortez replied, "Aye sir. Cortez out." Keylor then pointed to Jack. "As of now you are under Bretam arrest. Until further notice you are restricted to your quarters. You can live off of field rations and bottled water. You will be allowed to go to the oda dept and perform your daily duties. But when your shift is over, you better be in your quarters or I will personally plant my boot in your arse! Leave this ship and I will personally see you disappear. UNDERSTOOD!" "SIR YES SIR" Jack replied, he couldn't help feel that he had gotten off lightly. He thought he was going to be demoted and shipped off. Keylor then walked over to the coffee table and pulled the blade out of the table. "You live in my world now Major and I am allowing you to live in it. Step out of line and I will send you to the deepest darkest pits of hell!" He said in a strong voice. He then pointed jacks scotch glass and tapped it with the blade. "Finish your glass of scotch Major. Will be the last one you will see for a while, and I don't like to see Good alcohol wasted." He said stepping back and then walking back over to the desk. Sheathing the blade he then looked back at Jack. "You are dismissed Major." He said in a gruff voice. Keylor watched as Jack left the room. ===End log=== Bgen Bretam Keylor Captain & Major Jack Walsh ODA CO