The Fine Print

Posted on Thu Dec 31st, 2009 @ 10:05pm by Tyl'varas Shrive & Walter Jones & Jan Valentine & Kyle Bowman

1,262 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Session Two - Space Junk
Location: Warden

The Federation crew was onto the bridge of the Warden. Among the repairs and upgrades that they were enacting would be work on the targeting systems, shields and power allocation, and installing propulsion fail-safes.

One of the techs went up to the XO's console, and had opened it up, starting his work, while the others went to other consoles to start repairs. As neither Shrive or the Captain were present, they went about their work unobstructed.

Jan stepped onto the bridge, his disruptor drawn.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing up here?!" Jan shouted.

Jan moved closer to the techs, sweeping their area with his disruptor.

"No one authorized you techs to be working up here, I should know, I'm the engineer." Jan said, angered.

The three techs were all staring at Jan, with suspicious looking glances being exchanged between them. One of the techs, a lieutenant, pulled out a padd, glanced down at it, and then said, "Well, this doesn't look like engineering to me. So I'm going to take a stab at this and say that maybe you shouldn't jump our asses for repairing something that isn't in your little hole of the ship. You don't like what we're doing? Take it up with your Captain, or our superiors. Get back to work, men. And I'll pretend that a civvie wasn't just pointing a weapon in our direction."

Jan's grip on his disruptor tightened, the paint on its worn handle crackling slightly.

"Excuse you What? I am the Chief Engineer on this boat." Jan said, anger boiling up.

Jan pointed the disruptor squarely at the lieutenant's head, his arm rock steady.

"Maybe you Feds do things differently on your fancy-ass starships and bases, but here, if you want to even touch a bolt on this ship...you have to report it to me or the captain." Jan said.

"Do you even realize what you almost did to me a minute ago. One of your Fucking techs tripped a power relay! A relay I happened to be working on, unshielded! If it weren't for the shitty wiring, I'd have been killed, instead I get this..." Jan said, almost shouting.

Jan held up his other hand, a large, charred line of burnt skin running across his palm.

"Look here, civvie. There is one promise that I can make you. If you decide that you're feeling froggy, your crew isn't going to have a ship to come back to, not that they'd be getting out of prison anytime in their lives." The lieutenant started to turn back towards the console. "Get back to work guys. I don't give a damn if he's pointing a quantum torpedo launcher at you." Glancing back at Jan, he said, "Do your damned worst if you feel like pushing your luck. The Federation doesn't need your kind anyways. You'd be doing a service by giving us an excuse to call this off."

"Shut the fuck up, and you two, step back from the equipment!" Jan said, standing firm.

Jan pressed a button hidden on his coat sleeve, "Walt, can you come up to the bridge? Bring that guy in charge of the Fed's technicians with ya, what's his name...Brisbane." Jan said.

"I'll be right up." Jones was just about to bite into a sandwich when the message came across. Stepping out of his office he looked left and right and saw the lieutenant down the hallway a bit doing something to the plasma junction. He walked down and grabbed him by the scruff of his uniformed collar and started dragging him.

"What is the big idea?! What are you doing?" the lieutenant started protesting until Jones pulled out a disrupter and pointed it at him.

"I'm not sure what is going on but my lunch has been interupted, and I've been requested to come to the bridge with you so lets go."

Brisbane started to protest but went along with him. A few moments they appeared in the hatch of the bridge, Jones still with a phaser in his hand.

"Alright, what is going on here?"

"Look here, Capt'n, but I've been given my orders. We're only doing our jobs. If you have a problem with what our orders are, I can't do anyt--" Brisbane was cut off abruptly by the clanging of metal, as a hatch was manually slammed. Emerging from the hatch looked to be an angry blue figure, with a very large blade.

Briskly walking up to the Lieutenant, Shrive raised the blade against the neck of the Federation officer, pushing just hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. He turned his head towards Jones, and waited.

"Your orders involve trying to kill me?" Jan said, still pointing his disruptor at the other lieutenant.

"He does have a point." Jones looked at Tyl and Jan who both were hell bent on not letting this man leave. "Before I let my blue friend here let you bleed out on our nice clean deck, explain to us exactly what your orders are and we'll probably let you live." Jones smiled at the Lieutenant. "And besides this is a new coat, I'd hate to get blood on it, especially from a sniveling federation punk like you."

"For a bunch of Star Fleet officers, you don't seem to follow the same protocols as them....Every technician knows to inform the engineer on duty what system their working on." Jan said, lowering his arm but keeping the lt. in the disruptor's sights.

The Bolian that had been on the bridge earlier had found his way back up there to discover the scene that was unfolding around him. The lieutenant in a choke hold with an Andorian holding a knife to his throat, and Jan pointing a phaser at him. "What the hell is going on up here?"

Pulling the blade away from the throat of the lieutenant, Shrive tossed the blade to the Bolian. Unfortunately for the Bolian and the good lieutenant, the Andorian quickly proceeded to level his disruptor at the lieutenant, and level his hand-cannon like sidearm at the bolian. "I believe that you have come at a bad time."

It was at this point Kyle walked onto the bridge, "SO captain, do you have any word on when..." He looked at the scene before him "Ok, what the fuck is going on, these pouges are all over the ship, we kill their lieutenant we may find that we're missing something vital, say like a hull."

"You've got a point Kyle." Jones let go of the engineer but blocked the door. "Apparently a few of our starfleet friends here have been tampering with some of the ships systems, and almost turned Jan there into an omlet."

"I don't trust these Feds...especially this one." Jan said, motioning to the other lieutenant with his disruptor.

"It's become obvious to me that perhaps we don't need this many techs scurrying about on our ship. Jan, take the ones that were working on engineering, and get them finished. The rest of you? Let's have ourselves a drink. My treat." Shrive cocked back the hammer on his sidearm that Walter had given him. "I insist."

The Fed officers looked at each other, then towards Shrive. The Andorian motioned them towards the mess hall with his pistol. Silently, they started to move in an awkward fashion towards mess.

"Jan, if they give you any more problems, show them to the airlock. The one without a station connected to it."

Jan smirked and holstered his pistol, "Sounds good."

 

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