Personal Log Abe Kas and Doug T

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Personal Joint Log: LT jg. Doug T and LT jg Abe Kas

 

As the Challenger arrives at the Klingon Outpost 35 for repairs from the Rouge Klingon attacks, Abe Kas exits his quarters on Deck 8, hungry for breakfast before another shift starts. He is walking towards the turbo lift, only to hear Doug T and Ensign Ricky shouting at each from within Doug T’s quarters, also on Deck 8.

 

“Ensign Ricky, I’m not cleaning this up! You brought this mangy, smelly, dirty, disgusting, and Humongous DOG into my quarters for pet approval, and what does he do to my lamp post?”

 

“Hey, that’s your fault, Doug. You told me to put him in here so you could approve my request for a pet. Then you wouldn’t give me a break so I could take him for a walk!” yelled Ensign Ricky.

 

“That’s Chief Tactical Officer or Lieutenant T to you, Mister. And stand at attention!” Doug T shout back at his assistant.

 

Ensign Ricky snaps to attention, locking his heels together, looking straight ahead, with his hands straight down by his sides. “Yes, sir, Chief. Request permission to go to my quarters and retrieve appropriate sanitation and cleaning equipment, SIR.” Other junior officers and crew with quarters on Deck 8 walking in the hall overhear the argument. The dog starts barking in response to the two officers yelling at each other.

 

Abe takes it upon himself to intervene, and presses the comm panel outside Doug T’s quarters. “WHAT!” Doug T replies, upset even more by the intrusion. “Doug, it’s me, Abe. Open up, will ya?“ The door opens to reveal a dog, on a leash tied around a lamp post, and a puddle of fluid surrounding it.

 

The dog is male, about 70 kilos, with a head full of teeth and a growl that’s deep and fierce. Abe, taking a step inside, waves his hand under his nose at the offensive smell and rocks back on his heels. “Whew, that’s going to leave a stain.” The door closes as Abe enters, and the dog barks, nervously and angrily, straining at his chain leash while charging at Abe. “Oh boy,“ Abe says, “am I glad we bolt those lamps to the floor. Say Doug, I thought we’d go get some breakfast together, when your done here.” The door closes.

 

Doug looks to Abe while gesturing at the dog, a mix of Great Dane, German Sheppard, Pit Bull Terrier, and Doberman Pincer. “Can you believe that Ensign Ricky snuck this, this, monster on board as a PET??!!” Ensign Ricky continues to stand at rigid attention, while Abe walks around in the small space to Doug’s side. The dog stops barking, but keeps growling, straining at his leash.

 

Treating Ensign Ricky as if he was not there, Abe says to Doug, “A pet? This monster? What was your Assistant Tactical Officer thinking?” Abe laughs a little, and says “It looks more like one of those Targs they were telling us about on Qo’noS.” Doug looks at the dog, looks at Ensign Ricky, and back to Abe. While keeping his eyes on Abe, Doug says “Mr. Ricky, your request for a PET is denied! You will now PERSONALLY clean up this mess, IMMEDIATELY! Take that, that, I don’t know what kind of a DOG that is with you! Dismissed!” in a voice slightly more under control, and not threatening to peal paint off the walls.

 

The chagrined and obviously upset Ensign Ricky begins to exits LT jg Doug T quarters, with the dog growling and snapping at Abe. As he unties the dog, he lunges at Kas. Ensign Ricky tries to restrain the dog, but the dog is too big and powerful. Abe is forced to block the dog’s attack as he jumps for his throat by bringing up his knee into the dog’s midsection. Doug goes to help Ricky, and the dog is able to nip Doug’s hand as Doug grabs the dog’s collar.

 

“Ricky, get this mutt out of my quarters, NOW!” Steam was coming out of Doug’s ears he was so mad, but under control now. Ensign Ricky struggled with the dog, but eventually got him out and took him to his own quarters. “Hey Doug,” said Abe, “we better go see that new doctor about that bite” as a small drop of blood came from where the dog had nipped him. “Maybe you should have Ricky give that mutt to the Marines as a live fire simulator of those Klingon Targs!”

 

Doug went to his nightstand for a tissue, to cover the bite. “Good idea Abe. Let’s see what kind of a bedside manner she has!” Doug and Abe leave Doug’s quarters, heading towards the turbo lift, all thoughts of the conflict between Doug and Ricky lost amongst the thoughts and talk between the two officers of meeting the new doctor, and what was for breakfast. Besides, not many Star Fleet vessels had ever docked at a Klingon outpost, and it was sure to be an interesting day.

Problems_and_Pets.doc

Edited June 29, 2008 by Abe Kas