05-31-2024, 02:24 AM
== Two halves of a full idiot reunited timeline! ==
Something had happened. Something really damned big had happened. Whatever it was, Nathan was tenaciously resolute in finding out sooner rather than later. Because for Ramius, the last couple, few, or however many damned days it had been travelling back to DS9 were torture. Oh he’d been chewed out and grilled plenty in his early career, and by the best in fact. Tyra Crawford. Jennifer Braggins. Both were galaxy classed at tearing someone apart if they wanted. Yet they both did so in distressingly different ways. And so, Nathan had thought that there was no one else that could compare. Yet he had learned in those long days that quantity was its very own quality.
Long and rapid strides carried Ramius with haste through the docking ring toward the promenade. Nathan considered himself something of an authority on how to get oneself into trouble, and had briefly thought about writing a tongue-in-cheek ‘how-to’ manual about it. It was a fleeting thought because he knew the less attention drawn to his past was a good thing. And yet. And yet someone had done that all the same and without giving Nathan any royalties. Ramius had spent the Crusader’s entire trip being grilled longer than a hot dog in an Old Earth backwoods gas station. SECCOM. SFI. JAG. Fleet Command. And just about everyone in the sector with full pips or more: Commanders, Captains, Commodores, Admirals. More brass than a British-style brass band.
“Make a hole!” he called out to a fix of engineers, who quickly parted as Nathan sped through the middle of them.
Once he’d finally made his way to the promenade, it was a straight shot to get to the security office. With the amount of heat that had brought down upon him, Nathan would have made an educated guess that he would find clues there. Though that hadn’t been needed. A cryptic message had been sent to him, likely from a particular someone on the Artemis. Or so he assumed. Either way, when he passed through the threshold of the office, the mixture of uncertain and disrupted faces gave him even more context.
“I’m with her,” Ramius said to the Lieutenant when it looked like he was about to question Nathan about his intentions. It had the desired effect, and it told him that a wild fire had already passed through.
Dropping his duffel off at the desk by the guards, Nathan turned into the brig and found precisely the party, or parties, he was looking for. Disheveled and phenomenally agitated, it was Tyra that he spotted first. Clearly she’d just been informed of whatever transpired just before the Crusader finished docking, which momentarily confused Nathan. He thought that the big damn galaxy ruining event had already transpired. So was this just fallout? Crawford was yelling at the force field, her fingers nearly sizzling as she pointed in the general direction of the trapped prey. Nathan didn’t have to guess who it was.
“I assume from the way you are talking to Ben, we’ve past the point of asking ‘what the **** is wrong with you?” he spoke calmly even though heat emanated up through the collar of his uniform.
“Is this why I’ve had so much brass up my ass that I’m spitting up pips, or that everytime I use the refresher I’m practically a human deadbolt? Cause there is only one thing I can think of that would wrangle me into some hot ****ing mess. Somebody mentioned our long ago 'friendly' vacation?”
By that time, Nathan had gotten close enough to see his friend and say the last line to him directly, while still giving him space to try and dodge any hands that Tyra might throw his way. After all, if it wasn’t for Ramius, Elias wouldn’t even have such a story to tell about their wayward adventure on Pomn.
== tags! ==
Something had happened. Something really damned big had happened. Whatever it was, Nathan was tenaciously resolute in finding out sooner rather than later. Because for Ramius, the last couple, few, or however many damned days it had been travelling back to DS9 were torture. Oh he’d been chewed out and grilled plenty in his early career, and by the best in fact. Tyra Crawford. Jennifer Braggins. Both were galaxy classed at tearing someone apart if they wanted. Yet they both did so in distressingly different ways. And so, Nathan had thought that there was no one else that could compare. Yet he had learned in those long days that quantity was its very own quality.
Long and rapid strides carried Ramius with haste through the docking ring toward the promenade. Nathan considered himself something of an authority on how to get oneself into trouble, and had briefly thought about writing a tongue-in-cheek ‘how-to’ manual about it. It was a fleeting thought because he knew the less attention drawn to his past was a good thing. And yet. And yet someone had done that all the same and without giving Nathan any royalties. Ramius had spent the Crusader’s entire trip being grilled longer than a hot dog in an Old Earth backwoods gas station. SECCOM. SFI. JAG. Fleet Command. And just about everyone in the sector with full pips or more: Commanders, Captains, Commodores, Admirals. More brass than a British-style brass band.
“Make a hole!” he called out to a fix of engineers, who quickly parted as Nathan sped through the middle of them.
Once he’d finally made his way to the promenade, it was a straight shot to get to the security office. With the amount of heat that had brought down upon him, Nathan would have made an educated guess that he would find clues there. Though that hadn’t been needed. A cryptic message had been sent to him, likely from a particular someone on the Artemis. Or so he assumed. Either way, when he passed through the threshold of the office, the mixture of uncertain and disrupted faces gave him even more context.
“I’m with her,” Ramius said to the Lieutenant when it looked like he was about to question Nathan about his intentions. It had the desired effect, and it told him that a wild fire had already passed through.
Dropping his duffel off at the desk by the guards, Nathan turned into the brig and found precisely the party, or parties, he was looking for. Disheveled and phenomenally agitated, it was Tyra that he spotted first. Clearly she’d just been informed of whatever transpired just before the Crusader finished docking, which momentarily confused Nathan. He thought that the big damn galaxy ruining event had already transpired. So was this just fallout? Crawford was yelling at the force field, her fingers nearly sizzling as she pointed in the general direction of the trapped prey. Nathan didn’t have to guess who it was.
“I assume from the way you are talking to Ben, we’ve past the point of asking ‘what the **** is wrong with you?” he spoke calmly even though heat emanated up through the collar of his uniform.
“Is this why I’ve had so much brass up my ass that I’m spitting up pips, or that everytime I use the refresher I’m practically a human deadbolt? Cause there is only one thing I can think of that would wrangle me into some hot ****ing mess. Somebody mentioned our long ago 'friendly' vacation?”
By that time, Nathan had gotten close enough to see his friend and say the last line to him directly, while still giving him space to try and dodge any hands that Tyra might throw his way. After all, if it wasn’t for Ramius, Elias wouldn’t even have such a story to tell about their wayward adventure on Pomn.
== tags! ==