<USS Banshee> "New York Confidential"
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 23:58:30 -0700
?New York Confidential?
& Lieutenant JG Joe
The night had passed all too quickly
as far as Joshua Asper was concerned. It seemed that no matter how
many times he rolled over, adjusted positions, or fluffed his pillow
he still couldn't manage to get comfortable. Josh surmised, after
repeated glances at the chronometer on the table next to his bed,
that he'd gotten roughly an hour of sleep. And before he knew it,
and before he was ready for it, the computer woke him up for another
grueling day doing the devil's handy work.
Kicking his feet
off the edge of his bed, Josh yawned loud enough to wake a past out
Klingon. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed whatever remnants
of sleep he had into oblivion, but it still wasn't enough to rouse
him from his state of moderate slumber. He smiled to himself as he
threw himself into the sonic shower that rained down on him water
straight from the polar ice caps. Now he was awake.
corridors were baron at four o'clock in the morning; no ensigns
running around like chickens with their heads cut off, no crewmen
with their heads firmly entrenched in a PADD, and above all there
weren't any hoards of people blocking the entire hallway. He sighed
once again as he rounded the corner to the holodeck. Pausing at the
large durasteel doors, Josh picked up his right foot and began to
Joe had gone to sleep as soon as his head had hit the
pillow the night before. The night before was kind of fuzzy and Joe
knew he had drunk too much because he never got hangovers, and yet he
had a splitting headache at the moment. Joe would run with Josh this
morning and it would be the first time in a week. He had been
kidding Sara for a week about how a fight had almost broken out
between her and Josh.
Joe was no counselor, but crew safety
was part of his job description so he figured he should try and
defuse the situation before it got to out of hand. Now he?d finally
have the chance to talk about it with Josh ? if he could get Josh to
talk, that is.
The problem was even though he and Josh had
been running together in the morning for months now, Josh rarely said
much. Joe was determined that today he was going to get through to
Josh and get him to talk about what was eating away at him; there was
obviously something bothering him even though he wouldn?t say what.
Nothing was going to get done, however, unless Joe had a cold shower
and some coffee. He dragged himself out of bed replicated some
coffee and ran out the door heading towards the holodeck. He was
running a little bit late as usual, but this wasn't official duty and
he was Latin, so Josh would understand.
Josh had finished
stretching his arms when he watched the young security officer bolt
around the corner and stop feet from him. The coffee was still
steaming and it was still in the glass - Josh was rather impressed.
"You're on time, take a breather. Where do you want to go running
today? Beach? Forest? Suburbs?" He cracked his neck before taking
a small step to his right to face the glowing control panel to the
Joe finished the coffee and checked his chronometer
and was pretty shocked himself that he?d made it on time. "You know,
I've always heard so much about Central Park in New York City, but
I?ve never actually seen it. I hear it?s a great place for a jog ?
wanna try it out?"
His fingers danced quickly over the
controls. "Weather? Sunny? Rainy? Snowy? This thing is
programmed with millions of different sites and conditions to run,
swim, bike, and rest in. I mean, we could go anywhere and do
anything." He smiled as he tapped the controls again waiting for
Joe's reply to the weather conditions.
Joe pondered for a
moment on which condition would be worst for his hangover and decided
that sunny would probably be the least harmless as long as it wasn't
too hot. "Make it sunny at twenty-eight degrees
"Done." The doors parted and rays of sunshine
permeated the dimly lit hallways with artificial light. Josh made a
fledgling motion inside and followed Joe inside. The leaves on the
trees were multitudes of colors - mainly reds, oranges, and yellows.
Obviously it was autumn for the large city, but it was beautiful
nonetheless. Josh actually felt that it took his breath away and he
swallowed hard as he started breathing shallower.
Joe had grown up in the countryside of Colombia, but
that country?s climate never really provided a true winter for trees
to turn to these beautiful shades. This was definitely somewhere Joe
regretted not having visited during his vacations from Starfleet
Academy and would be putting on his to do list. Joe was sort of
startled from his reverie by Josh asking if he was ready.
began to think on how he should approach talking to Josh. "Wow, this
is a really beautiful place. How about we just walk for a little bit
as a warm up so we can take a look around?" Joe figured it would be
easier to talk while walking than jogging, at the very least it would
be easier to break the ice while walking as opposed to
"Sure." Josh wasn't completely opposed to this idea,
but he had to admit that it was against what they normally did. He
shrugged it off as they started down the asphalt path that wrapped
around and into the wilderness. It was sort of awkward to be walking
around silently while others were carrying on full-length
conversations with each other as they jogged past. Josh would have
said something if it wasn't for that fact of not having anything to
talk about. So Josh figured he'd let Joe handle the social aspect
and he'd admire the changing seasons.
"So last week is kind of
fuzzy, but that was a pretty mean argument you and Sara had at the
poker game. Normally I wouldn't pry, but crew safety is my
responsibility and that looked like it could get ugly. What?s the
deal between you two?"
He smirked as his eyes gazed out to the
horizon and the people in the park, "We dated. And then I come to
find out that she was cheating on me with Cyanah. And, in her blind
eyes, that wasn't cheating for unfaithfulness. So, I dumped her in a
jealous rage and then I tried to go back to her. And, if you've
known Sara for as long as I have, she doesn't take kindly to be
one-upped. She always strives to be the best - which isn't a bad
thing - until it comes to becoming hostile and defensive when someone
is better then her."
"Oh, I see. I could see how there would
be bad blood there. Is that what?s been bothering you lately?
You've seemed more and more preoccupied lately."
things that are going on, yes. It's just that Sara pushes my buttons
and it bothers me. I mean; I trained to be pilot since the day I
stepped onto the campus in San Francisco. I trained with the best of
the best and was the best of the best. Sara thinks that just because
someone taught her to fly that's she's better then me." He smiled
and looked at Joe, "Trust me, I've looked at her flight logs and been
over her simulation statistics and it's impressive - I'll give her
that - but it's not even close to what I've done."
"I see. OK, I just thought that there might be something else cause
even though you have a bad history I didn?t see why you got so
agitated unless it was just the straw that broke the camel's back and
you had something else on your mind bothering you."
like a dog with a bone, do you realize that?" Josh grinned as they
began a steep upwards climb up a dirt slope, "Yes, there has been
something else going on. It involves a woman in engineering and the
only child on board the Banshee. It's hard to go into details and
what not, but I'm getting closer and closer to both of them as the
days go on. I dated her at the academy and got really close,
Joe smiled and started jogging, "Come on, let's start
jogging. Hey, I had aspirations of being a counselor; I'm kidding.
Although, a brooding person is more likely to go postal then a happy
crewmember and I do know, from some psychology class I once took,
that talking about the things that a bothering us helps us get past
them. Something about actually hearing yourself out loud helps you
notice things you might not have when you're just thinking things in
your head. And I want you know that if you just want to talk about
things and you don?t want to talk to the counselor, I'm a good
"Why thank you, Doctor Castillo. I'll take that
under advisement." He laughed as he matched Joe's pace as they
jogged down the walkway and back into the lush foliage supplied by
the park's greenery. "Do you really want the whole story? I mean, I
could ramble and ramble for hours on end about frivolous details and
things that would just drift into obscurity. Let's just say that
thanks to Starfleet Intelligence I lost the first woman I
Joe couldn't contain a laugh when he heard ?Starfleet
Intelligence?, and felt bad afterwards since Josh was finally
beginning to open up. "I'm sorry, I just remembered a joke I heard
at the academy about Starfleet Intelligence being an oxymoron. But,
seriously, I?m sorry to hear that. And, yes, if you're willing to
tell me the story I?d like to hear it. Who knows, you might feel
better afterwards once you get it off your chest."
about to tell you is classified information. I was on Nova Squadron
as I'm sure you've been informed of already. Well, during my last
year at the academy Starfleet Intelligence needed a group of fighter
pilots to go in and destroy a massive Jem'Hadar training facility.
Since a good majority of the squadrons at that time were deployed
through the fleet, they had the urge to recruit from the academy
programs. I was selected, along with one other male, to join
Operation Shadow Raid. And then I was promptly assigned to the USS
Iliad." Josh sighed heavily, "And I never saw Telsia again. Until
now. She's assigned to the USS Banshee as an assistant
Joe tilted his head a bit as they ran, "Oh, well,
now that you're together again are you guys going to try and
recapture what you once had?"
"Did I mention what a guy her
"Oh, bummer. Do you still like her?"
grinned that grin, "That's a whole other story if you want to hear
that one too."
"We still got like four miles to go ?
"Promise that it won't leave the holodeck?"
tried to mimic the Eagle Scout?s sign he had once seen in a movie
with his fingers, "Scout's honor."
They jogged together,
stride in stride, "Let's just start by saying that I think I have a
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