More Flies With Coffee
More Flies With Coffee
Summary: Zaharis steals Marine Brew (tm) and talks to Desusa about the Nebula incident.
Date: 53 ACH
Related Logs: Abandoned
Players:
Desusa..Zaharis..

Marine Offices Genesis - Deck 14
53 ACH 23817 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.


Desusa is working on some marinesk reports at the moment. The only two souls in here are the desk sarge and the Pandora's CO. The desk sarge is probably downloading porn.

Zaharis leaves the desk sarge to it, gladly. He heads through the marine offices, carrying an empty black mug by the handle. Gaelan's desk gets a glance and then Desusa's as he draws up closer. "Morning, Major."

Desusa punches a few more buttons on his computer and stops, "Corporal Gars," he muses to himself before his finger begin scratching his right eyebrow. Just then, Z's approach catches his attnetion and he gives the CMO a small nod, " Morning, Major Zaharis." He eyes the mug and smirks a bit, "Marine brew itch, eh?"

Zaharis holds the mug up and smirks, shaking it. "Bastards know how to hook a guy. What's the barter price today?"

Desusa waves his hand dissmissively, "Bah. Medical gets a free servings, Major. At least until we can put ourselves back together after a tussle." He points his finger to the nearest carafe (yes, they have two or three in here!) and picks up his own mug to take a drink.

"You're the best of men." Zaharis picks up the carafe and fills his cup about 3/4ths full, letting the heavy container settle with a light thump back onto the desk it was on. "Thought you might like to know your boy Hazzard's doing well. He'll be in for a couple days yet, but he'll be back on his feet."

Desusa nods slowly to Zaharis as he inputs Hazzard's status. "That's the about the only good news I've heard all day, Major," says Desusa, "I am counting the hours for this day to be over." He sets the mug down and rubs his left eye a bit.

Zaharis nods, glancing at the various papers Desusa's working on. "Yeah. Some days do that." He lifts the mug for a sip of Marine Brew (tm) sans sugar, and sits down in the chair on the other side of Desusa's desk. "What happened over there, Desusa? I've heard a lot of things I don't like, but I'd rather hear them from you or Gaelan."

Desusa laces his fingers together and lays it down for Zaharis, "I lead a small team of marines to secure the 'skinjob' asset," he clears his throat a bit and continues, "The nurse was just about to lead us to where they where storing the bodies and all hades broke lose." He looks to his mug and picks it back up, "People in those vessels are terrified of military people, Major, but then again, who's to blame them after the way they where threated before." He takes a drink, "The team wasn't ready to deal with the tension level of the crowd. Trigger-happy marine instigated the mob. It was all downhill from there." He sighs, "I swear, this specific marine's degree of agression is beyond belief."

"Thirteen dead, two wounded," Zaharis replies, after sipping his coffee very slowly. There's a frown on his face. "All of that was due to the Corporal alone?"

Desusa nods to Zaharis, "Yeap. Staff Sergeant Scipio was already doing his best 'crowd control'." He shakes his head as he retraces the events unfolding in his mind, "The crowd was instigated by Gars's brash reaction. I mean, they shot first, but who is to say if it was only a nervous trigger reaction to the Corporal's agressive stance." He sighs a bit and drinks, "Frakking moron." He pases a hand over his bald head and adds, "Only seven of them where armed, and now, we can't even be sure if any of them was the one that fired on Scipio."

"Major, all due respect," Zaharis replies, sitting back. "But thirteen dead and two wounded isn't 'instigating' a mob. It's massacreing it. Was there even a crowd left after Gars did that?"

Desusa nods some and answers, "There was a civilan doctor aiding the wounded before I bolted for the bridge." He checks his records and says, squinting, "Mr. Corrand… something." His name is scribbled wrong, so, he can't make it out. He drinks some more before speaking again, "Gars acted of his own accord. There was no need to threaten the crown with his assault rifle and that ignited the fuse that made the crowd shoot back. He will be delt with by Major Gaelan and Salin to the full extent of the law." He sets the mug aside and rubs the back of his neck, "You ask me, I'de rather airlock his ass and forget he ever existed."

"That's how cylons deal with problems, not humans." Zaharis rests his fingers over the top of the coffee mug and frowns. "Ethics aside, frankly killing him lets him get off nice and scot-free." He shakes his head. "What happened to the Neb's captain and how did Hazzard end up nearly sucked through a blast shield?"

Desusa decides the concede the ethics battle to Zaharis and doesn't offer any further comments on it. Desusa can be just as heartless as Gaelan. "Well, that was another fire we had to put out, Major. The skipper there rigged the ship with some heavy explosives and wired a console with a timer and a hand-held detonator." He snickers sarcastically and adds, "Brilliant procedure for a cargo captain, eh?" He grabs his tea mug and takes a drink. "Sniper teams where on the mark this time and two shots later, the captain was missing his detonator arm and his neck. Unlucky for Hazzard his shot also hit the viewport window and the blast shields failed to close properly." He hitches a shoulder, "Vaccum began sucking us out some before Hazz's ass corked the window."

"Gods above," Zaharis mutters under his breath, then he's quiet a moment. "Where's that captain's body now?"

Desusa shakes his head, "I have no clue. I made sure Scipio and Hazzard where safely delivered to Sickbay and been buried in this office ever since."

Zaharis nods, sitting forward so he can unclip his handheld from his belt and switch it on. As he waits for the device to boot he looks back at Desusa. "Spoke to Fulton a while longer after everything quieted down. Pretty calm guy." He taps the computer against his palm. "Whole thing bugs me a little, and not for obvious reasons. That bomb that the Neb's captain had. How long would you say it'd take someone to get something like that ready to go?"

Desusa ponders a few seconds, "Hmm. I'd say about a week. Maybe less if they got help." He takes another sip and asks, "You got something on your mind there, doctor?" He smirks a tad.

Zaharis shrugs, smirking. "Don't know, maybe I'm paranoid. Can't blame me, can you?" The handheld is on and he taps in a message. "They didn't know we were coming a week before we got there. I mean sure, maybe a guy just happens to keep a bomb under his bed for self-defence, but…I don't know."

Desusa nods to Zaharis, "I feel you, Major, but all we can do for now is speculate." He rubs th side of his head and prompts, "We'll be working on stripping those vessels of weapons and then policing this skittich new bunch. If there is something else going on back there, we are still far from finding it out." He looks back to Z, "If Fulton is as cooperative as you have pictured him, maybe he can shed some light into some of the details we are missing."

"I didn't say cooperative. I said calm." Zaharis smirks a little, putting the handheld away once he's finished up the message. "He wants to talk to Regas. We'll see what comes of it."

Desusa nods and drinks. "Yes. That is about all we can do for now." Guess the topic of skinjobs remains sekret. They are comrades in arms not lovers, so some things are best left in the dark, for now. "Remind me never to bring a broadsword when all I need is a scapel for this sorts of missions, eh doc?" He smirks somewhat before taking the last sip of tea.

Or rather, Zaharis isn't about to discuss skinjobs in a public office like this. "Well, you didn't know what you were walking into, to be fair. Seventeen thousand people, anything could've been waiting for you."

Desusa nods, "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Major." He pushes back on hi chair and stretches, "I need to catch some shut-eye, before presenting a report for Gaelan." He begins stands and begins to gather his stuff. "Feel free to switch carafes," he points to the coffee machines and sncikers.

"I'll just grab a refill, should do it for me tonight. Thanks." Zaharis smiles and stands up. "I'll talk to you later."

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