Missing the Action

[Salir Julio 0]

Salir Julio was still reading about quasars at 2200 when his roommate finally sauntered in from his own duty shift. Ensign Sazar Tamnak smirked to himself as the figure of the lanky, purple-pink haired Julio lay blissfully unawares to his own presence, head buried in a PADD.

 

Grinning, he considered possible courses of action. The tall, bronze skinned, sandy brown human thought for several long moments, just out of perceptual range for the Catuallan before noticing that the clutter of uniforms he'd forgot to pickup from their commons room had disappeared. Well now, how was get to torment such a good roommate?

 

"Hey there," he said, walking into their sleeping area. "Sorry about not picking my stuff up… thanks."

 

Salir looked up with a small grin. "You're welcome Tam."

 

"You ate anything yet?"

 

"Not yet, I've been reading…" Salir looked over to the chrono on the wall and realized he'd completely wasted the evening reading about quasars. "I guess I lost track of time."

 

With a good-natured smirk, Tamnak plopped himself down next to Salir since his bed was still covered with clothing. "You know," he said. "For someone who lived in Las Vegas… you really can be mundane sometimes."

 

Half-pouting, Salir sighed. "You just haven't gone on leave with me yet."

 

A wide grin formed on the humans face. "Oh," he said. "I've heard some stories… all of them good…"

 

"I am sure you have," Salir said, pulling his knees into his chest and placing the PADD down at his side. "I guess you've already ate? I mean didn't your shift end a few hours ago?"

 

"Nope," Tamnak said, his grin becoming impossibly wide. "I've been watching the jarheads clean up the NNC. I tell you what, you missed one hell of a show!"

 

"Huh?"

 

Tamnak's grin went flat and his faced formed what twentieth century humans referred to as a 'deer-in-headlights' look. "You didn't hear?"

 

"Hear what?"

 

"Oh god," Tamnak said grinning and beginning to laugh. "I guess you were off the bridge then, I just assumed… lord…"

 

"What happened?"

 

"Well you know how we have that boat load of marines we're transporting, right?"

 

Salir nodded, remembering taking more than a few extra-glances as they boarded. "Yeah."

 

"Well I guess at some point, one of the jarheads said something to one of the other ones and the whole damn thing broke down into an old fashioned bar-fight!"

 

Salir lifted an eyebrow and started twirling a strand of hair. "Marines, fighting. Shocker."

 

"Oh, I know… but that's not the best part!"

 

"Oh?"

 

"Well, apparently the Kitty was down there briefing some security officers assigned to us when it happened… I guess someone hit her over the head with a something…"

 

Salir failed in his attempt to hold back a laugh. "I hope they have catnip."

 

Tamnak was grinning wider than the Cheshire cat. "Heh, I know… but the best part of the whole thing…I guess Harper showed up at some point…"

 

A cold chill ran up Salir's spine. Wherever this was going, it was going to be awesome and scary and he was mentally placing a wager that someone died. "Oh my…"

 

"I guess someone threw a food tray at her with spaghetti on it, hit her right in the head… heard she looked just the Gorgon herself."

 

 

Salir burst into laughter at the mental image. "I am assuming that turning them to stone was mild?"

 

"You betcha," he said proudly. "Making the whole lot of them clean the mess up and fix all the stuff they broke… and scrub the entire ship down. Right now they're down in engineering cleaning around the warp core and waste reclamation; best crowd we've had at a social event since Lieutenant Harkomani did that interpretive dance number a few months back…"

 

 

The Catullan smirked. "Well, let's go grab something to eat then and head down and watch some of it. We're both off tomorrow."

 

"Sounds like a plan!"