Post Number 65 Poker Night Among Departments

Posted on Wed Apr 14th, 2021 @ 3:12pm by Commodore Cyndi Song & Major David Hurd Senior & 1st Lieutenant Greg Jackson & Captain Alesha Rivers

Mission: Planet Savai
Location: Marine Berthing Area
Timeline: Current

ON:

With not a lot of things going on several of the marines, fighter pilots and a few fleet officers had challenged each other to a poker match. Several of the players had managed to get cases of real beer and whiskey.Marines, Harris, Davis and Jones pushed some tables to the center of the berthing area along with chairs. Samuels came in pushing a cart full of chairs and helped the others setting things up just as pilots Jeffers, Rogers, Poole and Anderson walked in followed by fleet officers Haines, Butler, Smithers and Perez.

Smithers and Jones each set three cases of forty eight pack of beer on a table while Davis and Poole set four bottles each of whiskey on the table followed with glasses for the whiskey. (That’s a total of eight bottles of whiskey)

“Time to get this game started and see who is better, fleeter, Marines or the Pilots,” Smithers said taking a seat followed by the rest of the players.

Several hours later and a lot of booze later tempers had flared and accusations of cheating, tables flipped over and punches thrown causing a brawl. Whiskey bottles smashed, beer cans thrown, some still containing beer and whiskey as more shouts of cheating and dealing from the bottom of the deck.

Greg paused in his office as the noise came thru the closed door at first he was content to allow a verbal argument to continue or be broken up by one of the NCOs before the noise of breaking bottles and tables came to him. He stood up from his desk and exited dodging a beer can that came from the melee. “OFFICER ON DECK,” he barked with the voice of the NCO he had been as made straight for the two most active combatants a Marine Corporal Davis and one of the pilots. Most staggered back as forms of military discipline kicked in for the Marines and pilots while the Fleet crew stepped back looking over the situation. “I said knock it off,” Greg said forcing apart the last two combatants by the collar getting a wild punch thrown in his direction by the pilot to be returned by a vicious punch to the stomach dropping him to his knees as the air was forced from his lungs.

Turning to Corporal Davis he gave him a stare until he saw a flicker in his hazy eyes and he started to pull himself up right. “I want to know what the hell was going on and why I’m looking at a damn disaster in my berthing compartment.” He pointed at one of the fleet personal a chief by his rank tabs, “You first,” he said glaring the rest of the personal into silence except for the wheezing coming from the pilot on the ground.

"We were just having a friendly game, until he started dealing from the bottom of the deck," Chief Smithers said

"I was not!" shouted Davis, "Your lying!"

“Enough ‘Private’ Davis,” Greg said turning to look at the man, “You will all be allowed to speak when I say so, the next person to speak out of turns will be cleaning plasma conduits with a toothbrush if they’re lucky I won’t make them use their own.” He glanced around making sure everyone understood, “Harris what happened?”

"Just like he said, dealing from the bottom of the deck, stacking the deck," Harris said

Greg nodded his head glancing around to see the nods coming from the others, “Davis, go to my office and wait for me there I will be dealing with you momentarily. Harris, Jones,” he said to the two Marines whose names he knew, “Go get brooms and mops for everyone here, I want this berthing deck back the way it was.” As the Marines hurried off to comply with his orders he looked back at the other two groups. =^=Lt Rivers please report to the Marine berthing deck.=^=

Alesha acknowledged the call and made her way there. What she saw surprised her. Looking at her pilots and the fleet officer "What happened here?"

Hurd was monitoring the situation and he was furious. Summoning a team of his MARSOC marines, he mad his way to where the fight had or still was going on. As he entered the room, the Marsoc men took positions around the room. Looking at Greg, he said in a cold tone, "I want everybody involved back in this room and nobody leaves until I know what happened".

Alesha glared at her pilots, placed her hands on her hips "You four at attention! Do not move a muscle until the major says otherwise is that clear!"

The four pilots snapped to attention glanced at each other, then to Rivers, Jackson and Hurd and back to Rivers again and in unison "SIR YES SIR!"

“Cheating at cards is what happened,” Greg said from where he stood, “Harris and Jones are getting brooms, and mops so these,” he gestured at the crew that had been involved in the fight, “Can start getting this common area back in order. Private Davis the one that had been dealing from the bottom of the deck is in my office. I had just called Lt. Rivers, and was about to call the Bosun so they could deal with their people.”

"My officers will help, when they're done with it I'll let the major and you punish them as you see fit then I'll punish them as well," Alesha said glaring at her officers "Consider the four of you grounded."

Seething with rage, Hurd shook his head. "You bunch of idiots, fighting over a damn card game". Eying each one, he continued, "As of this moment, when this cleaned up, you are all confined to quarters for 60 days, 60 days additional duty, and", he said raising his voice, "I will be looking into filling charges and court marshaling each and every one of you involved, do I make myself perfectly damn clear?"

Poole looked at Alesha "No offense lieutenant but he has no authority over us. We're fighter pilots,"

Not waiting for the major to say anything Alesha walked over and stood in Poole's face "Did I give you permission to speak! Secondly your marines, first pilots second. I answer to the same major you do. I'm just the wing commander he out ranks me. Furthermore how would you like it if I contacted General Long and let her come out here? The major's right a fight over a card game? How do you think this looks and what will the commodore say when she finds out."

"Sorry sir," Poole said

"Sorry won't cut it, now this time," Alesha seethed

"Lieutenant don't call the general, we deserve what ever punishment the major and you dish out, we were wrong," Anderson said.

Not saying a word, Hurd pointed to two of his MARSOC Marines and said, "You two, take Poole into custody, and confine him to the brig, charges are insubordination, destruction of property, and more forthcoming." Looking at the rest he said, "You have dishonored yourselves, the Corps, and Starfleet, and that is unacceptable and will be rectified by any means, do I make myself very, very, clear?"


"SIR YES SIR" they said in unison

"We're sorry," Anderson said "It was supposed to be a friendly game but we had too much to drink."

"That's no excuse!" Alesha said "Your marines you all know better."

Greg frowned as he took in the situation, “I will go get Davis, but I don’t recommend a court martial not for this when no one was injured. NJP or at worst being hauled in front of the Captain would fit what happened here.”

"I'm inclined to agree, it was a fight, which does happen. I think punishment, extra duty and confinement is enough and of course the fleet officers need to tell the commodore what they've done. I'll let the major handle my pilots and when he's done with them I'll discipline them too," Alesha commented

Cyndi had been alerted to a fight on the marine deck. Something about a poker game and cheating, between pilots, marines and fleet officer. Knowing how tempers could get Cyndi headed from her quarters and made her way to the marine deck. Once there calls of commodore on deck could be heard. Seeing the mess and she turned to Hurd "What the hell happened here!"

Still furious, Hurd replied, "These idiots started a fight over a card game!!". "I've already arrested one and I'm bringing the rest up for court Martial because this is flat out unacceptable

"It is unacceptable but is a court martial really necessary? That would ruin careers. Put them on report, confine them and give them extra duty. I know your mad as am I," Cyndi said looking at the assembled officers "Your actions are unbecoming of an officer let alone Starfleet Officers."


Gritting his teeth, Hurd said, "Yes Ma'am." Turning those involved, he said, "You heard the Commodore." Cracking a wry smile, he said, "And I hope all of you like PT, because from now as long as I deem fit, everybody is waking up at 0300 and running until 0700."

Cyndi walked along the lined up marines and fleet officers looking them over before taking a position in front of them Those of you who are fleet officers will report here for PT as the major wants. Then you'll report to me for added duty and when that is done your to report to the brig for thirty days."

Alesha walked over and stood next to Cyndi "And my pilots when your done with the PT grab toothbrushes and cleaning supplies and report to the fighter bay. Every fighter there will be scrubbed with toothbrushes and I better not find a mark on any of them."

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