DS9 Again (part 4)
Posted on Sat Jun 14th, 2014 @ 10:41am by Lieutenant JG Rami Miral & Commander Rylie Cattmor & Lieutenant Commander Orin ch’Valri & Ensign Kiliano Ortega & Lieutenant JG Morgana 'Deathstrike' DeViro & Chief Petty Officer Jack 'Crow' Addy & Master Chief Petty Officer John 'Disaster-piece' Douglas & Ensign Gary 'Hot Rod' Grayson
Edited on on Sat Jun 14th, 2014 @ 10:49am
1,101 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission: What Dreams May Come
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Jack looked over to John and Grady, shrugging his shoulders a bit before looking back to Morgana. He stood there in thought, trying to think of the best way to possible to tell her without causing anymore of a scene than he already has. Quickly, he slouched down in almost a caveman type fashion and slapped his hand against his chest speaking in a Neanderthal type voice. "Uniform make Crow itch. Uniform evil. Crow take off. Make Crow not itch. Crow feel better." He slapped his hand again, adding a grunt before speaking again. "Crow smart."
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"No, darling. Crow in trouble." Morgana replied, doing her best not to burst out into laughter at her husbands antics.
Jack soon stood up straight and began speaking in his normal voice. "Well, there's a surprise, isn't it?" He added a slight laugh and soon stood straight at attention. His hands and feet snapped in line as Orin walked up from behind Morgana and took a place next to her.
"Crow! Is your uniform on fire?" Orin said in an angry tone.
"No, Boss. Major - Uh... Lieutenant ch'Valri, Sir." Jack replied quickly, looking forward and not directly into Orin's goggles. Which was hard since he could see his reflection and fought the urge to say something funny about how manly and great he looked.
"Is your uniform ripped or torn?" Orin questioned again, keeping to the same tone of voice as before.
"No, Sir."
"Then please tell me why you are out of your Starfleet issue security uniform, Chief Petty Officer Addy before I get really angry." Orin raised his voice, taking a step toward Jack so he was standing right in his face.
"Itchy Uniform, Major- Uh.. Lieutenant. Doesn't react well to my delicate skin, Sir." Jack lowered his eyes to look at Orin. "A fact you have pointed out several times at my expense, Boss." He added a slight smile before looking away.
And here it comes, Rylie thought and projected it to Miral, still standing beside her.
Miral glanced over at Rylie and smiled. Yup.
"Lieutenant DeViro." Orin said as he took a step away from Jack, his voice now a bit lower than it was when he was yelling at Jack, however his serious tone never faded.
Morgana placed her hands behind her back. "Yes, Boss."
"Please escort Mister Addy to his quarters, to which, he will return back into his uniform until a new one is reissued to him that does not harm his fragile, pale, woman-esque skin." Orin kept his head and vision locked at Jack, the goggles masking his eyes as they narrowed a bit. "And please make sure he apologizes for being a delicate woman to everyone he meets along the way." He added with a bit of a smile.
"With pleasure, Boss." Morgana replied, now smirking a bit as she heard John chuckle slightly in the background.
"Son of a-." Jack blurted out as he leaned his head back and rolled his eyes slightly.
"What was that, Mister Addy?" Orin's face suddenly snapped back to being serious again.
Quickly, he looked back at him, snapping to attention again. "Nothing, Boss." Jack answered back before letting out a sigh and turning to walk away.
"Forgetting something, Jack." Orin said softly, a smile re-emerging on his face.
Jack soon let out a sigh. He knew this was coming, but he learned to take it as an officer. He always had to pay for his antics and this was just another thing to add to the list. Jack understood Orin was only making a show of it to teach him a lesson and he respected him for it. He also enjoyed getting a smile out of his Boss. Even though he sounded angry, Orin still enjoyed it and learned to accept him as he was and never holding his antics against him as he could have. "Yes, Boss." Jack turned around as he cleared his throat, saluting quickly. "I apologize for being a delicate woman." He soon turned back around and walked off, stopping to repeat the phrase to Lieutenant Commander Cattmor and Lieutenant Miral before walking down the umbilical with Morgana closely behind him.
Cattmor didn't see why others had to have all the fun, so she joined in with the playful put down. She glanced Jack Addy up and down, her jaw clenching slightly to keep from smiling, before looking back to Addy's escort, his wife. "Carry on, Mister Addy." she said leaning in slightly. As they started to go past to enter the ship, Rylie lightly tapped DeViro's shoulder, "I'd take corridor two baker on Deck five, the sickbay and labs have just started their resupply and changeover, they'll be maximum exposure up there." she added with a slight smile and raise of her brow.
"Mister Addy," Miral added, "Just remember that your body belongs to Starfleet. Please make sure to tell the Quartermaster you need the extra-soft uniform. We wouldn't want you to miss out on a duty assignment because you chaff."
"John?" Orin said softly, his head forward as he watched Morgana and Crow disappear down the small corridor of the umbilical.
"Yeah, Boss?" John replied as a soft laugh escaped his mouth.
"Why don't you head to the shuttle bay? Make sure Grayson lands the Ra in one piece. Perhaps, Mister Nichol can join you so he can meet his new Support Pilot and maybe assess our craft himself?" Orin said softly, looking over to Grady, his goggles still hiding his eyes from the bright lights around him that he was sensitive to.
"Lead the way! I look forward to seeing the Ra and the crew." Grady replied with a smile and a genuine excitement to leave the ever strange situation. It was like there were some in-jokes he was not aware of...yet.
Standing at the entrance of the end of the umbilical to the ship, Ortega greeted people as they came aboard. The life of a security officer was fulfilling in it of itself.
"Carry on, Manora; see that everything's in order?" Rylie said as she turned and headed back to her office to start the preparations for shore leave.
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Lieutenant Orin ch'Valri
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Lieutenant JG Morgana 'Deathstrike' DeViro
Security Investigations
Chief Petty Officer Jack 'Crow' Addy
Tactical Officer
Petty Officer 1st Class John 'Disaster-piece' Douglas
Master-at-Arms
Lieutenant JG Grady Nichol
Chief Flight Control Officer
Lieutenant Commander Rylie Cattmor
Executive Officer
Lieutenant JG Rami Miral
Intelligence Officer
Petty Officer 2nd Class Manora
Ensign Kiliano Ortega
Security Officer
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