Meet my Cardy friends

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:42pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:43pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Various
Timeline: MD 05 14:55
946 words - 1.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Rueben sat in another bar as far from the Mary Rose as he could to avoid Barton hounding him about his drinking, it was getting boring. The alcohol was helping him drown out all the stuff that had happened in the last three years along with the pain from his shoulder.

“Another one Commander?” The Officer asked startling the man. He looked up at the steward and nodded. He was in a rough bar but he was using his Starfleet Credits. They had amounted to a lot over the years and got them without Barton’s knowledge out of trouble. He turned as he heard a scuffle.

Rowan was doing what he did best. That would be filling himself with any alcoholic drug he could lay his hands on and spending money to acquire said liquor. It had been going well until that loud Cardassian started to get on his nerves. Then when he told the braggart to take a bow and commenced beating his face off the bar until he was unconscious did he realize that this Cardy had friends, angry friends. Armed and angry friends. No time like the present to introduce himself. He turned and started to raise his hands in surrender the throat punched the closest one and that's when all hell broke loose with the other two.

Rowan was tackled and went to the ground with one while the other drew a knife.

"We're going to carve you up."

Rowan wasn't one to take things lying down so he kneed the one on top of him until he finally rolled off favoring his side. That left room for the knife wielding one to dive at him. Rowan rolled out of the way barely in time. Rueben looked up as he saw the man go flying. He frowned and rose, he ran at the one wielding the knife dropping him to the floor.

"Three of you against one little human not fair my friends." He said in Cardassian to the group.

Rowan looked up at them and the one he was wrestling with and laughed. He didn't really care if they carved him up. He had heard that before in many different languages. It was all the same, they learned how to bleed and were unconscious by the end of it. The only regret he had was being thrown out of the bar.

"Well friend..."

He drove an elbow to the side of the Cardassian that was pinning him and was rewarded with a grunt. He repeated it and followed with a knee until he was up again on his feet.

"...as much as I appreciate your help these three guys are going find that they picked the wrong fight."

He looked at the man and laughed as now the focus of his attackers was divided.

"I don't think this will be very fun for them."

"Da... You are drunk my friend." Rueben sighed and grabbed the mans collar hauling him out the bar. "We are leaving." He said to the Cardassians as they tried to follow.

"Mother fucker! Get your hands off me. I'm going to fuck them up. Dirty Cardy bastards!"

He was fighting with the man hauling him out and the Cardassians just laughed at him and waved bye and taunted him in Cardassian as he drug out.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Someone who just saved your life seriously they would have killed you." Rueben let the mans collar go letting him fall into the nearest wall.

The growl wasn't hidden but when he was released to support himself on the wall he turned and showed him why they wouldn't have won that fight. He was armed with an illegal disruptor.

"I doubt they would have walked away from that at all. if charged it at all. Can't really remember. Hell the last few fucking days I can't remember at all. Must be all the booze I have been drinking since my last job. Oh well."

He pushed off the wall and nearly fell. He caught himself and saw another bar. Ignoring his inadvertent savior he started to stumble off toward it.

"Fuck you." Rueben frowned as a few Starfleet Officers watched them for a few moments before wondering off.

"What job?" He called ignoring the mans rudeness towards him.

Rowan couldn't be bothered to answer the man. He was having a hell of time keeping his balance as he stumble walked toward the bar. He stopped on the corner of another corridor. He figured he could answer him. He turned and looked at him.

"A piloting job jackass! Do I look like security?!?"

He threw up on the ground, wiped his mouth, and then started off toward the next bar. The Russian Executive officer frowned a little.

"No you look like a drunk jackass actually." Rueben said hotly. "I need a co pilot so if your interested when you sober up were here for another three weeks. Mary Rose." The man said firmly. If this man had no job he bet Barton would be interested especially because as of yet he hadn't found anyone.

"Fine! You are buying me drinks and going to tell me about this ship. I can pilot anything."

Again he had dry heaves but he didn't throw up this time only came back to the guy.

"Lead the way. Oh you can get me a bottle of booze." Rueben shook his head, was this what he was like drunk? He led the way but he wasn't going to get him alcohol.

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Rueben Gregnol
Executive Officer
SS Mary Rose

Rowan Giles III
Pilot
SS Mary Rose