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Mark Garrison

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“You know Segami...sometimes I really hate you.” Mark muttered to no one in particular as his fist collided with one of the weapons lockers in the empty armory, producing echoing clang that held in the air for a few seconds. He glanced around, as if to confirm that no one was there before releasing a large sigh. How the hell was he supposed to do his job like this?

 

Preparing weapons and equipment for away team excursions was one of the jobs Mark volunteered for more often then not. A large reason was because he didn’t trust anyone else to handle the equipment he’d be using for a mission, and to a smaller extent, he’d hate to see anything happen to one of his officers because someone forgot to properly calibrate the weapons, or...God forbid...forget to charge the battery.

 

In the academy, and his early time as an Ensign he’d been taught the tactical use behind all the toys in this armory. But for all his training, education, and battlefield experience...he might as well be a doctor in here looking for a laser scalpel.

 

They knew nothing about the Satarimi, the apparently not so reclusive race that was rumored to have information about the blood cult the Excalibur was currently tracking. Did the crew know anything about their technology? No, the Excalibur could be suddenly blown up by some random, extremely advanced technology....which was always a comfort thought. Their culture? Nope, nothing there either. Were they pacifists, who would be offended by the sight of weapons on a person? Or where they valiant warriors, who honored and respected a worthy opponent?

 

It was only the tip of the iceberg though. Where would they be meeting the Satarimi on their home world, probably surrounded by a fleet of their ships in orbit? Who else would be going on the mission that security would have to protect? What were the planetary conditions, would it forced members of his staff to sit this one out? Would it be daytime, could Victria even go?

 

Victria. He thought with a chuckle, more out of frustration then happy thoughts. There was a conundrum wrapped in an enigma toped with fangs. What was she to him anyway? She held two of his most appealing qualities in a woman, beautiful and deadly. But that didn’t answer the question at hand. He pondered the grape vine, and the rumored love triangles, rhombuses and octagons that had formed in it. Atticus and Laarell. Atticus and Victria. Ah-Windu and Victria. Jaden and B’Etor. Even after a few weeks onboard he had already decided that the majority of the crew didn’t get enough play in high school to get this kind of stuff out of their system. At least the two doctors were married, and had a little one. It made at least one couple that everyone knew what they were doing behind closed doors.

 

He smirked, as his mind distracted him from his original thought. Mark looked around the armory once more, decided that the standard “Phasers and Tricorders” set would work. Besides, Segami would be ultimately in charge of everything. Garrison just couldn’t sit up in that damned bridge anymore. That place proved the more pips you had, the less sanity you left. He sighed and walked out into the corridor, resetting the computer lock on the armory. Only a couple more hours now...

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Victria. He thought with a chuckle, more out of frustration then happy thoughts. There was a conundrum wrapped in an enigma toped with fangs. What was she to him anyway? She held two of his most appealing qualities in a woman, beautiful and deadly. But that didn't answer the question at hand. He pondered the grape vine, and the rumored love triangles, rhombuses and octagons that had formed in it. Atticus and Laarell. Atticus and Victria. Ah-Windu and Victria. Jaden and B'Etor. Even after a few weeks onboard he had already decided that the majority of the crew didn't get enough play in high school to get this kind of stuff out of their system. At least the two doctors were married, and had a little one. It made at least one couple that everyone knew what they were doing behind closed doors.

 

 

Someone feels left out, I think. Now now, don't be too depressed. Keep up feeding the vamp long enough and you'll get your kicks too, I'm sure. The "blood donor" trick worked for Segami, after all -- and the vamp's easy to boot.

Edited by Laarell

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Mark,

 

I think you insulted Laarell because you didn't mention the pairing she secretly desires: Laarell and Victria

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Victria. He thought with a chuckle, more out of frustration then happy thoughts. There was a conundrum wrapped in an enigma toped with fangs. What was she to him anyway? She held two of his most appealing qualities in a woman, beautiful and deadly. But that didn’t answer the question at hand. He pondered the grape vine, and the rumored love triangles, rhombuses and octagons that had formed in it. Atticus and Laarell. Atticus and Victria. Ah-Windu and Victria. Jaden and B’Etor. Even after a few weeks onboard he had already decided that the majority of the crew didn’t get enough play in high school to get this kind of stuff out of their system. At least the two doctors were married, and had a little one. It made at least one couple that everyone knew what they were doing behind closed doors.

 

I'm just going to stalk and pounce some unsuspecting non-Excal officer during the next Shoreleave. Make a little love. Get down tonight.

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Obsessed. They are all emotionally addicted and obsessed...

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Obsessed. They are all emotionally addicted and obsessed...

 

 

Personally, I resent that remark.

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Obsessed. They are all emotionally addicted and obsessed...

 

 

Personally, I resemble that remark...

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