SD240507.21: Joint [DL] 2Lt. Jason Scott - Asst ODA CO & Pvt. Ra'nar
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Date(s): 2005-07-21
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style="font-family: -moz-fixed; font-size: 13px;" lang="x-western">[What
We Do]<br>
<br>
Unloading a final beam of energy towards a particularly menacing X'Chi,
Jason called out for the holoprogram to pause and walked over the
creature in it's frozen state. It was ugly, that was sure. And the jaws
of the creature where angled in such a way as to cut a man clean in
half if held between the mandibles correctly. The meaning of the story
thus far seemed blindingly - no pun intended - obvious. Basically, fire
your arse off, and don't let it get close. Otherwise, he mused, your
not likely to do much harm with a standard issue knife.
<br>
Turning to leave the holodeck, he passed through the arch and entered
the corridor beyond. Unclipping the front buckles of his flak jacket,
Jason lowered the heavy phaser rifle and called over the comm-link.
"Ra'nar, report to my quarters sharp. Scott out."
<br>
When Ra’nar got the message he was in his quarters after getting back
from sickbay, ready to down another glass of single malt. Although an
inconvenience, Ra’nar put down the bottle and put his Gray duty jacket
back on which had been lying nicely on the floor. Once he had adjusted
his green collar, he set off in search of the Lieutenant.
<br>
Ra’nar had met Lieutenant Scott before but had never visited his
quarters, so it took a little time before Ra’nar was able to locate
them. But he soon did and when he did, Ra’nar stood outside the door of
the quarters checking he was in correct uniform one last time before
buzzing in.
<br>
Arriving back at his quarters only moments before, Jason looked up as
the enunciator announced Ra'na's arrival. Rolling up the sleeves of his
green under-shirt, he called out for the man to enter.
<br>
With that Ra’nar entered and stood to attention before the Lieutenant,
wondering what this little visit was about.
<br>
Not looking at the man as he stood firmly before him, Scott continued
to put away his jacket and field gear. "Heard you threw some punches
and got dragged away. Not good." He stated plainly before looking up to
Ra'nar. "Tell me your version."
<br>
“Not much to tell sir,” said Ra’nar with eyes forward and back strait.
“I was insulted by someone, I then said that they should apologise, he
refused. A fight then broke out and a more calm and controlled me came
out on top.” Everything Ra’nar said was true, but he did leave out the
bit were he struck first.
<br>
"Who started the fight?" Jason queried, turning away from the man and
approaching the replicator. "Coffee, white." He called, taking the
drink that appeared and turning back to Ra'nar, "Well?"
<br>
{Damn it!} thought Ra’nar, but without moving a muscle. “I did sir, but
he was asking for it and he pulled a Phaser on me, he had me pinned
down.” Ra’nar was not sure if this was the right direction to take the
conversation, but he did not want to be unduly punished because of some
idiot who wasted his team on the holodeck with friendly fire.
<br>
Crossing his arms, Jason stood before the man and took a gulp of the
coffee. Ra'nar was still at attention, and he found no reason to put
the man at ease. "How did he insult you?" Jason asked, taking another
drink from the cup.
<br>
“He insulted my family. Said they were lackeys for the Jem’hadar.” As
Ra’nar said this he realised how stupid he had been. “I will accept any
punishment you feel is necessary sir. I really should have rose above
the comments.”
<br>
To that, Jason only raised an eyebrow above a tinted lense. "Aye." He
commented, turning from the man and approaching the replicator once
more. Filling another cup with coffee, he called out over his shoulder.
"I don't care for apologies, so if you want to do that, that's up to
you. For making an arse of ODA though, i want to you help clean the
mess hall for a week. We clean up our own mess, got it?"<br>
<br>
Re-approaching the man, Jason watched him nod regrettably. "And don't
do it during duty, do it on your own time. Dismissed!" Finally saluting
to Ra'nar, he watched him do the same, turn aptly and leave the room.
Watching the man leave, Jason lifted the glasses from his nose and take
a drink from the cup, he needed a rest.<br>
<br>
2Lt. Jason Scott<br>
Assistant ODA Commander<br>
USS Chimera: SSF<br>
&<br>
Pvt. Ra'nar<br>
ODA Medic<br>
USS Chimera: SSF<br>
<br>
~<br>
If you build it...<br>
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