Must. Not. Throw. Things.

[Cptn Corizon 0]

It took almost an hour after he looked at report from his first officer before he could even speak without growling. It took at least another hour before he could touch anything without throwing it against the bulkhead. To say that Captain Ah-Windu Corizon was upset would be putting it mildly.

 

How… how these things kept happening was beyond him. If he were a character in a novel, he’d seriously want to kill whoever was authoring it, because seriously enough was enough. Not only had primitive people managed to steal a baby from him, but a Pakled (which, to paraphrase his XO, what the hell was that doing here?) had somehow managed to stow away completely undetected aboard the ship and report for duty in a Starfleet uniform. Just who the hell was running security these days?

 

Deep calming breaths. Deep. Calming breaths. Two hours later, Corizon finally had calmed himself enough to type up a response to the Caitain to the effect of “Just who the hell was running security these days?” A few moments later, he got a similar response from the Caitain.

 

A few feet away, having heard what happened to his quarters, his yeoman was rather pleased/proud/relieved that he’d managed to not repeat the ‘incident’ with his ready room. “Perhaps,” she said crossing the room and picking up a PADD from his desk, “you should go relax in a holodeck… claw something…err”

 

She paused unsure about that last remark; his momentary smile caused a sigh of relief.

 

“Perhaps,” he said with a heavy sigh of his own. “I swear, I barely get one crisis under control when another props up…”

 

Odile cocked her head to one side. "You shouldn't bottle things up as much," she added, trying not to be obvious that she knew about the Quarters Incident. "You really should find a good outlet for your aggressions.

 

“At least you can take solace that the brat’s still green…one of my friends in medical said that they don’t think it will be back to normal for at least a month.”

 

“I heard there’s a pool going…”

 

Innocently, Odile batted her eyes, which suited her as well as stand-up comedy does for a Vulcan. “I hadn’t heard that…”

 

“Six weeks… and a bottle of 2358 Tarkarin Ale…”

 

Feigning ignorance, Odile again smiled. “Hmm?”

 

Corizon snorted, especially when Odile quickly jotted a note down on a PADD. “I just wish…I wish I didn’t have to tell the Satarimi that we don’t have the Crownstone..”

 

She frowned darkly, the scowl surprisingly hostile. "I can't believe we lost three men for that... baby." The word "baby" was clearly on the level of some fouler insults she had buzzing about her head.

 

He sighed again, “Oh, I’d like to blame them. I really would…”

 

“But?”

 

“Victria’s right… it’s not their fault. Sure I can say that the kid shouldn’t have been unattended in sickbay all I want. I can yell, scream and claw people over it…”

 

The mental image thrilled Odile, but she had the presence of mind to hide it with a well placed nod. Though she’d not come out and say it, she was rather concerned for Corizon, and a weensy bit protective. “I’m sure they’ll understand…they have children after all, right?”

 

“Oh I don’t think they’ll be angry with us…”

 

“They’d better not be,” she said, slightly terser than she’d intended. “...I mean…”

 

A small smile creped through the gloom on Corizon’s face; he had to admit, he’d not really been thrilled at the idea of having a full-time Yeoman, but at least they stuck him with a good one. Unlike some people, he rather appreciated the unique perspective Xenexians brought to the table.

 

Odile took another stack of PADD’s from his desk and placed them on the cart to carry down to her own workspace to finish. “I wasn’t joking Captain,” she said. “You really should go relax or something… I can handle all this paper work for you…”

 

He smiled. “I will, but I need to finish this report first, and then meet with the Commander to decide what we’re doing with Security and that… that Pakled.”

 

“Then you’re going to rest?” It really wasn’t a question. "You should replicate Xenex. It's not the best representation..." Her nose wrinkled slightly. "It looks more like the Sahara than the Pit... but it's good for... stress relief."

 

“Yes, I am going to spend the next week ‘off duty.’’

 

“Oh good! It’s about time!” Odile didn’t mean to sound so happy and then instantly flushed. “I mean… I didn’t mean… you know…”

 

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know what you meant… you just want me out of my office so you can raid the booze supply.”

 

Odile somehow managed to flush an even darker shade. “I… I…”

[Kansas_Jones 0]

Odile cocked her head to one side. "You shouldn't bottle things up as much," she added, trying not to be obvious that she knew about the Quarters Incident. "You really should find a good outlet for your aggressions.

Boo Yah.

 

“At least you can take solace that the brat’s still green…one of my friends in medical said that they don’t think it will be back to normal for at least a month.”

 

“I heard there’s a pool going…”

 

Innocently, Odile batted her eyes, which suited her as well as stand-up comedy does for a Vulcan. “I hadn’t heard that…”

 

“Six weeks… and a bottle of 2358 Tarkarin Ale…”

Put Left Ear down for seven and a half weeks.

 

She frowned darkly, the scowl surprisingly hostile. "I can't believe we lost three men for that... baby." The word "baby" was clearly on the level of some fouler insults she had buzzing about her head.

 

He sighed again, “Oh, I’d like to blame them. I really would…”

 

“But?”

 

“Victria’s right… it’s not their fault. Sure I can say that the kid shouldn’t have been unattended in sickbay all I want. I can yell, scream and claw people over it…”

Makes Note: maybe we should get her one of those kid leashes?

 

“Yes, I am going to spend the next week ‘off duty.’’

 

“Oh good! It’s about time!” Odile didn’t mean to sound so happy and then instantly flushed. “I mean… I didn’t mean… you know…”

 

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know what you meant… you just want me out of my office so you can raid the booze supply.”

 

Odile somehow managed to flush an even darker shade. “I… I…”

Cool! Then once you nab some of the better alcohol brands we can sell it on the black market. Oh wait ... this is Regular 'Verse. My bad.