Evening Cocktails and Chatter? Not so Much...

Posted on Tue Aug 1st, 2017 @ 2:46pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol

Mission: Mission 4 - Combustion
Location: Mess Hall
Timeline: MD03 - 19:00
2198 words - 4.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Amelia sat at the bar on her third glass of whiskey. She sipped it tenderly, savoring the burn as it swished down her throat. Closing her eyes, she unzipped the top of her uniform, revealing the white tank underneath. It had been the longest day and the end was no where in sight. She was finally off after a 10 hour shift and therefore, there would be whiskey.

And of course, the cat calls ensued as she was the only woman in the bar. A tall man with dark hair and eyes approached her, sitting next to her and eyeing her up like a piece of meat. "Ye...you drinkin' alone, sweetheart?" he asked softly, his southern accent was so thick, you could barely cut through with a knife.

"Aye, mate. You're cute, but I'm perfectly fine nursing this by my lonesome..." she replied softly as she took another drink. Shaking her head, knowing she was too nice at times, she waved the bartender over, "Make him whatever he wants, please." she sighed. This was how she got into trouble.

The man smiled brightly and they ended up talking for a few moments before a young blonde woman stormed into the bar, grabbing the man's ear and scolding him. Her screamed where like nails on a chalkboard; Amelia winced, taking her whiskey as a shot just to focus on something else. "Lady! Chill out! We were just talking!" she said, leaving out the part where he had checked her out the entire time. The blonde glared at her, grabbing Amelia's raven locks, pulling the pilot off her stool. Amelia winced, gritting her teeth "ARE YOU BLOODY MAD, WOMAN?!" she growled as she clenched her fist and threw the first punch...

Braden was still thiking about how he wanted to personalize his quarters and was not sure exactly how to go about it. He had been walking the corridors aimlessly for almost an hour and had thought of very little he really even wanted to try. As he walked past messhall he heard a familiar voice? He looked inside and saw Amelia in a fight with a blonde women? There was a man who had a mixed angry yet lustful expression nearby and he seemed to be deciding who he was going to help. The Blonde was knocked back by Amelia's punch but she jerked Amelia's hair hard as she fell away. The man grabbed Amelia's arm and jerked her around to slap her in the face. Braden picked up a beer bottle and tossed it end over end from about twenty feet. It hit square bottom first in the guys face and he slumped to the floor releasing Amelia. Braden waved at Amelia as he handed the guy he had taken the bottle from enough credits to buy six more. "Thanks for the loan my friend. I do not believe real men should hit a lady."

It was still just mid-shift for Bettina, not that that meant much, she was more on-call than anything, so she pretty much had free rein to go where she wanted, so long as she wasn't under the influence of anything. All afternoon, she'd had a craving for spaghetti, followed by cheesecake, so she finally decided to give in, and headed to the mess hall.

As she entered the room, however, she was met by chaos, and not the relaxing, congenial atmosphere she'd been expecting...there was a fight, some of the bridal party were apparently stirring something up...There was a man on the floor with someone from the crew hovering over him, and another of the crew dodging fists with some blonde bimbo...

There wasn't time to really register all the players, just to determine who was on which side, and that several non-crew members had jumped up to get into things, charging at Bettina's two mates...

Amelia grinned to Braden "Oye, thanks mate...bastard got a little fresh there..." she sighed before noticing Bettina enter the messhall.

In fact, a passenger, a large man with wild hair, had grabbed up a chair and was swinging it at the man who was bent over the one on the floor...

"Look out!" Running further into the room, she jumped on the guy's back, for all the good she might do besides create a distraction, and covered his eyes!

"Is everyone out of the goddamned minds tonight, mates?!" Amelia exclaimed in shock as she readied herself for attack."

Micheal was hungry, so he was looking for the chow hall. The Rosie, while not the largest ship he had ever been on, was still a bit of a maze, what with the addition of automation machinery and various sections gutted and converted to haul cargo. On top of that, there was no LCARS interfaces anywhere. He had been given a PADD with an interior map after he had landed a few says ago, and was still learning his way around.

Finally, after turning from a cross corridor, her heard the commotion. Without thinking, his training as a senior noncom kicked in. He hustled the last few meters and stood in tbe open doorway. He looked into the chow hall and saw the fight going full tilt. Some civilians were wrapped up with Rosie crewmembers and things were not looking like they were going to stop before they got worse. Suddenly, he saw one of the civilians pull a short dagger out from a boot sheath and started to slowly zero in on Amilia. Micheal reacted instantly. Pulling the disruptor pistol in his right thigh hoster, he checked that it was on it's lowest setying, took aim and fired a shot into the ceiling over the brawl. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" He bellowed with a voice that made it clear that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Braden grabbed Bettina off the man's back and ducked over her after the disruptor went off. He saw the passenger with the weapon and shrugged. "Bettina I am leaving and I advise you to as well." He stood with a throwing knife hidden in his sleeve. Anyone dumb enough to fire a energy weapon might be dumb enough to try anything. Braden had taken down pistoleros at close range with a blade before. He stood as the crowd was mostly cowered and walked past the man with a glance of disdain. Braden sure hoped his trip aboard here would be a short one. Braden turned once outside the messhall and walked toward the turbolift.

Recognizing Braden's face from the dossiers of tbe crew he had been reading over the past few days, Micheal let him pass, recognizing the look of a fighterjock in the man's eyes as he left the messhall. As the room quieted down, Micheal stepped inside, his training taking over, while he waited for the Captain to show up. "Now, someone want to explain just what in the name Sam Houston is going on here?"

"CRANKY!" Amelia exclaimed as she heard the shot to the ceiling "What'n'ahell?!" she yelled as she dusted herself off from the debris "I know you DID NOT just fire a hole in my ship!" she growled as she wiped the blood from her chin..

"Romeo here decided to have a little fun before Juliet got all jealous started a fight with me..." Amelia sneered as she stood from the ground "Of course I'm going to get blamed for this. Balls..." she sighed as she snatched a glare to the odd couple behind her "Don't mess with the damn pilot of the boat, mates. Ya might just get kicked off..." she growled once more before going back to the bar and swinging back her last drop of whiskey "I'll be in my damned quarters..." she said shaking her head as she brushed passed Michael.

Things happened rather quickly, and just as Bettina was thinking that the ape she was riding was going to bash her to the floor, Braden was there, catching her and pulling her off the guy. She was grateful, of course, no one wanted to meet the deck up close and personal, but then she was confused by the sound of laser fire, people shouting and scattering and some guy yelling something.

But Braden had shielded her from the sparks and tiny shards of debris that had rained down, then suggested she leave as he did. And really, she was inclined to do just that, only she noticed that Amelia had blood on her chin and she trotted over to investigate.

"Dunno what happened, I just walked in," she told Micheal as she passed him, shrugging. Then she came up beside the woman. "Hey, are you all right?" Offering a little smile, she explained, "I'm a medic, I can't help but investigate blood..."

"Aye, mate. I'm perfectly fine. My ego is the only thing that is bruised here." Amelia shrugged as she continued walking "A simple washing will suffice, hon." she replied as calmly as she could "Cap'n won't be pleased once he hears word o'this...not one bit." she sighed "I appreciate your efforts, Bett. I do. But if I don't get far away from whose scumbag asshats, Imma kill 'em." she said shaking her head in anger.

Well, Bettina couldn't say that she disagreed, but at least there were no bodies laying on the deck, that had to count for something. "We can go over to Sickbay and I can help you clean that up, see if anything needs repair so there's no scar?"

Then she raised an eyebrow as the Captain in question arrived. "This should be interesting. We staying for the floor show?"

Rueben had just been about to leave the Bridge when he had been informed that something was going on in the mess hall. He stood in the doorway blocking the entrance, no weapon just a frown of his face as the room went silent as people realised he was in the doorway.

Micheal turned and saw Rueben standing there. While he wasn't intimidated by the Russian, he knew that he'd have to answer for firing his weapon aboard ship. In a calm, matter-of-fact voice, he said, "Apologies, Captain. One of your crew was about to get stabbed. I did what I thought was appropriate to stop the brawl."

"Bloody hell you did." A woman knelt beside Fredek helping him to stand up. He was leaning against the bar with a knot on his forehead. Gretl pointed a wagging finger at Micheal "Do you shoot at all the passengers or just lowly Trogs." Her sneer was a palatable thing. Fredek saw the blonde on the floor and tried to move toward her but the motion made him sick and he turned away to puke on the floor. The woman Gretl patted his back and spoke to him soothingly "she is fine you lummox. What were you thinking flirting with that hussy from the crew anyway?"

Edvin had taken cover then moved toward the man with the pistol but the Captain's appearance had frozen him in place. "He is armed? Is that legal here? If he is armed then I will carry my weapons as well. The Yoniad family is not composed of sheep. If we are attacked we will fight back."

"Enough." Rueben said is a low voice the room fell silent again.

Amelia sighed with a nod to Bettina "I suppose you're right, mate. Scars are no fun unless you had fun getting them." She winked.

As soon as Reuben appeared, her roses cheeked face went stark white. "Hell..." she mumbled "Well, if I don't get fired, a least I'm in a bar to lament my troubles..." she sighed in a whisper.


"Two shots were fired?" Rueben questioned simply surveying the room waiting for someone to own up to the shot.

Micheal shook his head. "No, Sir. I was the only one who fired a shot."

Rueben sighed as he pointed to the door. "My office now. You..." He pointed to the three Security personnel that had followed him into the room. "Take everyone's name and then escort everyone to their quarters or sickbay." He added as he took in Amelia's appearance, Kea or Mott could deal with that.

"Sir." The biggest looking man out of the three said pulling out a note pad to start taking peoples names as he saw people.

Micheal nodded wordlessly as he turned and exited the messhall, waiting in the corridor to follow Rueben to his office.

Amelia gulped as she spoke with security personnel "Amelia Harkness. I threw the first punch. The sodden bitch of a blonde over there tried to kill me, so yeah, I punched!" She whimpered angrily.

Following beside Amelia, Bettina shrugged. "Bettina Davies, sir. I just came in and saw someone getting ready to attack my friends, so I jumped on him." She grinned. "I would have won, too, if that man hadn't shot the ship!"

OFF::

Rueben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Braden MacCloud
Chief Science
SS Mary Rose

Micheal Robertson
Bounty Hunter
Alexandria

Amelia Harkness
Shuttle Pilot
SS Mary Rose

Bettina Davies
Field Medic
SS Mary Rose