From: Jasmina Grosic (jgrosic_at_yahoo.de)
Date: Sun Mar 30 2008 - 11:44:11 PDT
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"No In-Fighting" (continued from "For the Love of aParent")
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Location: GATEWAY-2
Stardate: 2.80330.1950
Scene: Marine HQ
Time Index: After the away team’s return from ANDARA
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Major Alexander Towers had never been too fond of the increasing amountof administrative work that his rise in ranks had brought with it, so when anunknown female voice calling his name – even though there was quite a lot ofirritation in the voice – interrupted him, he was more than glad to put thePADDs down.
He saw himself faced with a Vissian standing in the frame of the open doorto his office. She looked at him as if he was a brown gift from a targh she hadjust found on the sole of her shoe. He grinned, remembering what the firstStarfleet officer he had talked to on his first day on GATEWAY had told him.
“Miss Palandora, I assume.” He leaned back in his chair a little bit andwaited for her to speak.
“Miss?” She closed her eyes for a second, inhaled, then opened them againand smiled.
Towers remembered that he had once read how the smile in the human species hadoriginated. Monkeys, when they were aggressive and ready to attack an opponent,usually bared their teeth in an attempt at intimidation. What the Vissian was doinglooked very much like that, even though, Towers mused, he couldn’t be sure ifVissian evolution had any similarity to that of EARTH.
“All right, … *Mister* Towers. As you might have guessed, I’m not here witha basket full of exotic fruits and mini muffins to welcome you to thecommunity.” She pulled out a chair and plunked down into it quite gracelessly.
The Marines outside of the office exchanged looks. It was the old Starfleetversus Marines pissing contest all over again, but they never tired of it, atleast as long as they were sure their Major would win.
“So, you are here because you want to tell me that everyone at Starfleetheadquarters who thinks you need Marine reinforcements is a complete idiot andif necessary you could single-handedly manage the defense of this whole stationand that I should get the hell back to where I came from. Well, sorry to be theone who has to break it to you, but that’s not going to happen.” He picked upthe PADD again, looked at it, waited a few seconds and then looked up again.She was still there. “Is there anything else?”
“You … you …” Trella thought hard of something objective yet devastating totell him, and came up blank. So she finished her sentence with the veryprofessional “You have an uneven skull and shouldn’t be wearing your hair asshort as you are. It makes you look… daft!”
“Oh it does? Well, and you look like a little girl trying hard not to messup so the adults around you won’t notice you’re only really eight years old! Inthe time you’ve been here you managed to get your CO kidnapped right from underyour nose and had a civilian uncover a child pornography ring you knew nothingabout!”
The Vissian’s face turned the same colour as her hair. She got up from thechair again and went to the door. She took the handle and said, “Out of respectfor your rank, I am going to close that door. What I am going to say to youright now should not be heard outside of these walls.”
When the door was closed Trella began to laugh. “Comparing me to aneight-year-old, that’s a good one.”
“So, you’re not really here to play *My Security will beat the crap out ofyour Marine Unit*, are you?” Towers grinned.
“What? No, actually, I came here to tell you that your support is muchappreciated. It is true that we had quite a lot of trouble recently. And if wewant to get the CO back, we’re gonna need all the help we can get. But I just couldn’tresist the urge to perpetuate the stereotype a bit first. By the way, we needto decide if we want to have a love-hate or a hate-hate relationship in public.”
“Oh, I’d prefer hate-hate!” Towers deadpanned.
“Me too,” Trella grinned. She ran her hands though her hair and smoothed itback. Then she raised an imaginary glass and said, “So, here’s to the beginningof a fruitful cooperation!”
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NRPG: Baby steps toward posting more often. Baby steps toward posting moreoften. I can do this ;)
Sorry for my long absence. I’ve been reading everyone’s posts even though Ididn’t post myself and I liked the story a lot!
Jasmina Grosic «jgrosic_at_yahoo.de»
Lieutenant Trella Palandora
Chief Security Officer
GATEWAY STATION - 2
Janitor: "No in-fighting!"
Ted (to Lloyd): "Yeah, you stupid..."
Janitor: "Ted, that's in-fighting!"
(from Scrubs)
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