This time the whole room complied with the order just out of military conditioning.
She’d had it with these two. Children were better behaved than this pair. They may have been Eyjan’s pet bodyguards and enforcers but they’d learn soon enough that she was not going to put up with half the feldergarb they could with the previous commander. As XO she had to tolerate her commanding officer’s indulgence of the twins, but now as the ships commander she would have none of it. If that made her unpopular in their eyes so be it.
“I WILL have order on this ship and you WILL comply or you will be stripped of your rank and you’ll spend the rest of your miserable lives in the brig. Is that understood?”
Both men nodded, not daring to utter a word.
“Second, you will put this lounge back in order just the way it was before your little brawl. The damages will come out of your pay vouchers for as long as it takes.”
The pair nodded again.
The sound of running footfalls were heard and two more security officers hurried in to the room. They stopped. Surveying the scene before them. He saw Azriel who motioned for them to stay where they were and shook he head slightly. The message was clear. Stay out of the commander’s way for the centon.
The man in the fore was tall with dark hair and black eyes. His rank showed that of Captain and the look on his face was a mixture of seriousness and confusion. By his side was his lieutenant, a Cancerian woman with long black hair that was braided down her back to end at her knees. Her dusky grey almond eyes were wide with surprise at the sight before her.
Their arrival did not go unnoticed by the commander.
“Third. After you are finished straightening the lounge Captain Jartan and Lieutenamt Myravon will conduct you to the brig, and there you will remain for the next two days while you give great consideration to your precarious position on this ship. I’d like to keep the fighting restricted to the Cylons if that’s alright with you two.”
Once more they acknowledged their agreement with a nod and the Commander turned to leave.
“I want those reports on my desk first thing in the morning, Captain.”
The tension in the room relaxed after that as the Security Officers took charge of the situation. Jartan had his orders without being directly told and Myravon went right to work executing the duties of her office. People either filed out of the bar or stayed and righted furniture they had been sitting at.
Tucked away in a far corner where the brawl had never even threatened to touch sat a dark skinned man of Scorpion birth and his wingmate, a fair haired woman with dazzling blue eyes and Caprican features. Captain Addis-Ababa sat with his feet propped on the table, chair tilted back in repose and a tankard in his hand. The woman beside him was also relaxed, but did not emulate her Captain in posture.
“You know something, Sparky?” He said, sipping his grog. “I never get tired of watching the Brass Cupcake in action. It’s like she has some kind of death wish, you know?”
“Maybe she does.” Sparks waited for her friend to take a drink before asking “So ya think she’s got rabies?”
Addis laughed and almost choked on his drink. Swallowing, he turned his head.
“Good one. You almost get me there, Sparky.” It was his turn to pause. “Maybe. Why? You want to test that theory?”
“Nope. Just making light conversation.”
Addis and Sparks had transfered from the ATLANTIA three yahrens ago, six months before the infamous loss of the Fifth Fleet at Molokai. Back then the former XO had been mildly impressive, the main draw for them being the KOBOL’s commanding officer, Eyjan. Addis had almost worshiped the man and had made it his life’s work to get a posting on the Sagittaran flagship at the earliest opportunity. That same opportunity had taken two yahrens to engineer, but when it came, the decision to make the transfer was immediate.
Sparks mother had been in the military stationed aboard the Galactica before Sealing and settling down to raise a family. While her mother professed it was the right decision for her, there were times when Sparks would catch that look in her Mother’s eyes that said she would rather be out fighting Cylons than baking treats for the kids when school was done for the day. It was something she had never forgotten.
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Date: 2014-11-19 05:04 am (UTC)She’d had it with these two. Children were better behaved than this pair. They may have been Eyjan’s pet bodyguards and enforcers but they’d learn soon enough that she was not going to put up with half the feldergarb they could with the previous commander. As XO she had to tolerate her commanding officer’s indulgence of the twins, but now as the ships commander she would have none of it. If that made her unpopular in their eyes so be it.
“I WILL have order on this ship and you WILL comply or you will be stripped of your rank and you’ll spend the rest of your miserable lives in the brig. Is that understood?”
Both men nodded, not daring to utter a word.
“Second, you will put this lounge back in order just the way it was before your little brawl. The damages will come out of your pay vouchers for as long as it takes.”
The pair nodded again.
The sound of running footfalls were heard and two more security officers hurried in to the room. They stopped. Surveying the scene before them. He saw Azriel who motioned for them to stay where they were and shook he head slightly. The message was clear. Stay out of the commander’s way for the centon.
The man in the fore was tall with dark hair and black eyes. His rank showed that of Captain and the look on his face was a mixture of seriousness and confusion. By his side was his lieutenant, a Cancerian woman with long black hair that was braided down her back to end at her knees. Her dusky grey almond eyes were wide with surprise at the sight before her.
Their arrival did not go unnoticed by the commander.
“Third. After you are finished straightening the lounge Captain Jartan and Lieutenamt Myravon will conduct you to the brig, and there you will remain for the next two days while you give great consideration to your precarious position on this ship. I’d like to keep the fighting restricted to the Cylons if that’s alright with you two.”
Once more they acknowledged their agreement with a nod and the Commander turned to leave.
“I want those reports on my desk first thing in the morning, Captain.”
The tension in the room relaxed after that as the Security Officers took charge of the situation. Jartan had his orders without being directly told and Myravon went right to work executing the duties of her office. People either filed out of the bar or stayed and righted furniture they had been sitting at.
Tucked away in a far corner where the brawl had never even threatened to touch sat a dark skinned man of Scorpion birth and his wingmate, a fair haired woman with dazzling blue eyes and Caprican features. Captain Addis-Ababa sat with his feet propped on the table, chair tilted back in repose and a tankard in his hand. The woman beside him was also relaxed, but did not emulate her Captain in posture.
“You know something, Sparky?” He said, sipping his grog. “I never get tired of watching the Brass Cupcake in action. It’s like she has some kind of death wish, you know?”
“Maybe she does.” Sparks waited for her friend to take a drink before asking “So ya think she’s got rabies?”
Addis laughed and almost choked on his drink. Swallowing, he turned his head.
“Good one. You almost get me there, Sparky.” It was his turn to pause. “Maybe. Why? You want to test that theory?”
“Nope. Just making light conversation.”
Addis and Sparks had transfered from the ATLANTIA three yahrens ago, six months before the infamous loss of the Fifth Fleet at Molokai. Back then the former XO had been mildly impressive, the main draw for them being the KOBOL’s commanding officer, Eyjan. Addis had almost worshiped the man and had made it his life’s work to get a posting on the Sagittaran flagship at the earliest opportunity. That same opportunity had taken two yahrens to engineer, but when it came, the decision to make the transfer was immediate.
Sparks mother had been in the military stationed aboard the Galactica before Sealing and settling down to raise a family. While her mother professed it was the right decision for her, there were times when Sparks would catch that look in her Mother’s eyes that said she would rather be out fighting Cylons than baking treats for the kids when school was done for the day. It was something she had never forgotten.