I Think You Can
I Think You Can
Summary: Shem calls Farkas in to ask questions about his alleged fraternization.
Date: 35 ACH
Related Logs: The Wheel Turns, Wake of a Mistake

Marine Offices Genesis - Deck 14
35 ACH 6285 Souls

This room serves as an all-purpose command post for the Genesis detachment of the Colonial Marines, and is manned round-the-clock by HQ staff. Drab desks, replete with office supplies, computer terminals, and headsets take up the majority of the space. White boards with hasty scribbles denoting the day's duty shifts dominate an entire wall. There's a small arms locker at the far corner of the room, furthest away from the hatch, blending into a row of filing cabinets. A wireless panel is close to the hatch, sitting below a draped Colonial Marines flag.
-----< Condition Two - Duty Area >----——
Contents: Shem Kill Board Whiteboard Wireless 1291

Exits: [O] Corridor

Shem is sitting at his desk, eyeing his computer terminal.

There is a knock on the hatchway and then Sergeant Farkas enters the Marine offices. Naturally dressed in Off duty clothing and with his natural born frown written upon his face. Once inside the entrance he moves up into attention. "Sergeant Farkas, as ordered."

"Take a seat, sergeant," Shem instructs unhappily, a frown touching his lips as his eyes find Farkas. He switches off his monitor.

Farkas doesnt seem to bothered by the unhappiness in the tone of the S2, after all Farkas never sounds happy himself. "I prefer standing, Sir." he growls in that sourly tone of his, but he moves over to the indicated chair and moves to 'at ease' beside it. Hands kept behind his back as he stares at the wall behind Shem.

Shem reaches over to open his drawer. His hand freezes as Farkas responds. Slowly, the lieutenant's eyes return to the sergeant. "I said," he growls, making his words slow. "Take a seat."

Farkas wrinkles his nose and with a slight nod of his head he takes a seat. Hands rest upon his knees, his back straight and far away from the back of the chair. It doesnt look comfortable, not even for the chair itself.

Shem watches Farkas for a few more seconds after he sits. He exhales and opens his drawer. He pulls out a folder and sets it open on his desk. He looks down for a moment before lacing his fingers and looking at Farkas. "Sergeant, I'm here to inform you that the Old Man's opened a formal investigation about your alledged fraternization with one Lieutenant Evelyn Sloan."

"The /Old/ man..is that soo Lieutenant." Farkas mutters without betraying any real emotions as he sits there. "I wish you good luck on that.." he arches an eyebrow. "Was that it, Sir?"

"No," Shem replies. "I would like you to answer a few questions."

Farkas remains seated, in silence, simply watching the Lieutenant before him.

Shem asks, frankly, "Did you have sex with the lieutenant?"

"If there is an investigation, then you'd know the answer to that, would you not Lieutenant." Farkas mutters.

"Humor me," Shem replies, dryly.

"No, sir." Farkas mutters, still without letting any facial expression betray his emotions.

Shem purses his lips and closes the folder. "Sergeant, I'm going to tell you this only one time, and I want you to understand it. This is going to go much easier for you if you're up front about it."

"Lieutenant..I've been locked up for near a month, had my rank removed..my station removed, all due to the XO stepping over my whole department..How the Major wants an investigation of me, having sex with a Lieutenant, the Shrink of the Genesis, to get me further punished." Farkas growls and stretches the corner of his mouth. "Let me save you the fraking trouble and hand in my resignation…So I can then personaly go over and ram my fraking fist so far up his rectal cavities that he'd spit teeth each time he opend his mouth."

Shem arches an eyebrow. "Sorry, Sergeant, the Marines don't let people resign. You're confined to quarters and instructed to keep doing your job until this investigation is over. Understood?"

"Not quite, but I dont really care, sir.." Farkas mutters as he remains where he is.

Shem asks, "What don't you understand?"

"May I take my leave now Sir..Since, I've take you've noticed that I wont partake in the -old- man's fraked up investigation..I'll be in the quarters of the Marines..Summn me all you want, but I wont answer any further questions concerning this investigation." Farkas mutters.

"That's your option to not answer questions," Shem replies. "But it's not your option to not do your duty. You're still a marine, sergeant, man up and you'll get through this."

Farkas leans forth. "My duty. Last I checked, I was under punishment and arrest..That has then been confined now to Quarters."

"I'm sorry about that confusion," Shem replies. "Your orders are confinement to quarters unless you have a duty shift. I'll have the office draw up the documents within the day."

"I can't perform my duty, when still under punishment..It would compromise my station." Farkas states and slowly starts to rise from his chair.

Shem answers, "Maybe. If you have trouble, you send them up the chain." He narrows his eyes when Farkas attempts to stand. "Sit down!"

Farkas settles back down, but keeps silent for the moment atleast.

Shem sighs. "Look, sergeant, you've gotten on a lot of officers's shit lists, and I'm starting to see why." He slips the folder back into his drawer and relaces his fingers. "You are confined to quarters, except when carrying out your duties on this deck, until the time this investigation is over. If you get trouble, deal with them as I expect an NCO should, or send them up the chain o' command. Is all this understood?"

"Understood…and since your the S2..I have troubles with my duties." Farkas mutters. "And to the frank, I can't care less if I'm on the /Officers/ shitlist..I can't perform my duties as an MP while under investigation and punishment, simple as that."

"Well, I think you can," Shem replies. "Speak with the Sheriff about tailoring your duties. Anything else?"

"You think..Thats just fraking great..No sir, nothing else." Farkas mutters with a slight shake of his head.

Shem says simply, "Dismissed."

Farkas rises from his seat, and without any further ado turns and heads back outside.

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