I shot first

Posted on Sunday 13 September 2020 @ 17:50 by Major David Scarlet

Mission: A Whale of a problem (We're going to need a bigger boat)
Location: Brig
Timeline: MD3 1730
1189 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Scarlet walked briskly into the brig and looked over at the cell holding Doyle. He gritted his teeth.

"I've been told I have an hour to go over regulations with you before releasing you." Scarlet informed the man.

Dolye had been chilling out on the cot within the brig, clearly having no problem hanging out and relaxing on his break. It hadn't been the first time he'd been in the Brig and likely it wouldn't be his last... especially when it came to helping Bree out with her projects. Of course, he had spent the time to himself pondering what kind of dinners the Chief would be fixing him, after all he did get shot at this time.

A slight brow as he glanced over to Scarlet with a little smirk. "Well, this should be interesting." Of course, the fact that the Petty Officer was clearly annoyed by the mess made this all the more enjoyable to him. Hmm... had he been hanging around Breana a little to much?

Scarlet barely glanced at Doyle as he walked over to the replicator and sighed. "What do you drink?"

"I doubt you'll give me a beer, so I'll just take a ice water." Turning, Doyle set his feet on the ground to look at Scarlet now.

Walking back over to the cell with a pair of glasses, Scarlet pressed on the panel and lowered the force field. He offered a glass to Doyle.

Rising, he made his way over to the offered drink, accepting it he lifted the glass up and took a healthy drink. "So.... shall we get on with the hour of torture?" Amusement still clinging in his voice.

"Nope." Scarlet replied quickly and took a drink from his own glass. "You were following orders."

"You've got an hour for yourself if you want it." Scarlet said with a shrug.

Brow quicked slightly as he looked at the Petty Officer. "Welp, this wasn't what I was expecting," Doyle replied with a shrug as he stepped back to head back over for a seat on the cot. "So, why do you have such a hard-on for Breezy?" He asked curiously, after all he had an hour to kill, might as well get to know the guy, that or nap.

Scarlet walked into the cell and sat down on the opposite end of the cot from Doyle. "Breezy?"

Scarlet raised an eyebrow at the nickname and then continued slowly. "She makes one hell of a first impression I'll give her that."

"Rathburn? And yes she does, I think she kind of enjoys making a big bang of an impression." Doyle said with a smirk.

"I can only guess her reaction if I strolled into engineering and started smacking the warp core with a hammer." He glanced over at Doyle. "Her actions could have put the security of the ship at risk. While everyone was scrambling for her false alarm a real emergency could have occurred."

He laughed hearing the security officer. "Mess with her warp core and you might be the one getting shot."

Shaking his head as he looked at the man, leaning back against the wall. "You look at it that way, but your Chief is the one that wanted Bree to do the trial. Granted, most people likely would have expected it to be done in a holodeck. But can you honestly say you wouldn't have been fully on point if that had been the case? That you wouldn't have, knowing it was just a drill, acted differently? Taken things slower? Would you have had the rush you did?"

Lifting his glass for another drink as he studied the petty Officer, eyeing him with interest as they talked. Doyle was using this time to also teach and make the other officer think.

"Oh, I'm no fan of the holodeck." Scarlet said with a shrug. "As much as they try to make it realistic, you're right. It doesn't have the same urgency."

He looked over at Doyle. "I've spent the last year training specialists and officers at the academy. There are ways to run training exercises that let us get proper metrics."

"Right now the only metric I have from that training run is that your flailing arm is a liability after you've been stunned." Scarlet took another sip from his glass. "How did she convince you to put yourself in that position anyway?"

"That's the difference though, between you and Rathburn, she didn't have all that extra training. Her brother, a Security officer on another ship, suggested she keep it out of the holodeck and explained why, so she got an idea and ran with her idea." Doyle shrugged a little.

"I've known Breez... Breana for a few years now. Since she was an Ensign..." He paused, catching himself before he said something that just wasn't his place to say. "After our first stint together, Starfleet seemed to think that I made a good mentor for her so everyplace she gets moved to I get moved to. And before you ask, I'm ok with it. I never wanted to be chief of anything, too much paperwork, and stress." He took a drink before continuing. "She didn't have to convince me much, other than a home-cooked dinner."

Scarlet stayed silent for a moment. "I can tell you from experience, there are mountains of paperwork. And people watching your every move. Smart move in avoiding that mess."

With a sigh, he leaned forward. "It does take a good officer to inspire that kind of loyalty. I'll do up a list of metrics we'll need for next time get pass them along."

He gave Doyle a sidelong glance. The man reminded him of his own beliefs and philosophies almost to a tee. In a similar situation would he go above and beyond for Godding? Not yet, but maybe one day.

"Rathburn will have my report soon enough. I'll leave it to you to describe your torture as you see fit."

"Now, you know I have to make it look like this was just the worst hour in the world. Right? After all, I plan on getting a nice full course meal out of this mess." Doyle said with a smirk and low chuckle.

Scarlet nodded. "I could shoot you again if you want to sell your story."

"I would like to get some basic security training for engineering though. You can defend youselves better and during the next exercise you might even be able to shoot back." Scarlet said quietly. "I'll bring it up with Rahtburn but I would appreciate your endorsement."

"I'll pass on the being shot again part. But I'll talk her into it also. Though... you might find she and I will likely surprise you in our training." Doyle replied with a respectful nod to the other man.

"I hope so." Scarlet finished his drink and stood up from the cot.

"For now, I guess I'll enjoy the rest of my nap. Unless you plan on releasing me early." Doyle said with a smile as he shifted to settle in for that nap.

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