[ussgeorgetown] Unsolicited Opinions by Nan Ecitsuj, Revaed S'Aehallh'Nveni, & John Butler
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- Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 08:50:11 EDT
The day started off well enough. He was pleasantly surprised to find Aileas
snuggled in his embrace when he woke up. 5 of 12 had finished regenerating
before he awoke and had come to nestle herself in his embrace. Certainly
other people might find their arrangement unnatural but it worked for them.
He
kissed his beloved Nartok on the cheek. Life is good. Life is very good.
Good job on a good ship. Officers Candidate School. And this beautiful woman
loves you...
Later in the day, he began to wonder if things were so simple as he thought.
There was definitely no doubt about his beloved. In fact, that was
probably the one thing that kept him from a rare display of temper. He was
worried
about his primary assistant since Jassa had asked for the shift off. He
found her interest in Sergeant Major Aigremont a bit confounding. The man was
an
arrogant cuss but, Nan reasoned, he'd also supported his relationship with
Aileas, even at the cost of his own marriage. If he could still do that after
losing something Nan knew was important then...well, if the man was happy
with Jassa then it was fine with him. The good sergeant major's wife, though,
made Nan angry enough to get sick. The woman just infuriated him and after
Aileas told him what happened in Vincent's office, it was all he could do to
not warn the old bat away from Jassa.
And his leg was bothering him, which never improved his disposition. He
usually had three options--medication, which he sincerely hated, having had
enough of that at HQ; a decent massage...mmm...maybe Nartok will do that for
me
later; and exercising it out. With a sigh, he took the last option. It
wasn't that he disliked physical activity but running was, to him, mind
numbingly
boring. I need to try that skiing program again...
Blessed Winds but this hurts, he thought as he began a run around the track.
He brushed off several kindly inquiries from crew mates asking about the
rather pronounced limp he had. It's nothing, he'd said, I'll get over it but
thanks for asking. He'd begun to perspire, unsure whether it was for exertion
or pain, when he ran straight into a wall. Well, it seemed like a wall but
in reality it was only somebody's arm. The hand attached to the arm grabbed
his shirt front to steady him from falling. That was when he realized who
the hand and arm belonged to.
"It is foolish to run when it serves no purpose but to cause more pain."
"Thank you very much but I don't think I asked for your opinion, sir," Nan
said dryly, his good nature getting more irritated by Revaed's interruption.
"Nevertheless, you have it. Why are you bent on causing yourself more pain?
I didn't think you Federation people intentionally caused yourselves pain,"
Revaed told him.
Nan snorted in a mixture of self derision and amusement. Obnoxious thing,
isn't he? "It isn't causing more physical pain," he said as he set his left
heel up on a rail to stretch the entire limb. He tapped his temple and he
leaned over his knee. "It's all up here. This is a cybernetic Borg
prosthesis.
Phantom pain is what I get and of my three options to deal with it, this is
the only one available right now."
Revaed blinked, just once. He'd seen the man around and knew he was the
Transporter Chief. He didn't know about the Borg parts, though. "You're
joking."
"Hardly," Nan said quietly. "The leg, the arm, and the jaw--all
cannibalized from an assimilated Vulcan Starfleet officer. Aileas..ah,
Lieutenant McKay
is the one who told me that. I spent two Wind forsaken years at Fleet HQ
getting these attachments to work right so believe me when I tell you your
opinion is well noted and completely unnecessary."
~~~~~~~
John Butler hated the ship. His life had been pure misery since he came
aboard. First they room me with a psychopath freak of nature. Least I got
rid
of him but now he's on the counselor's pet list because he's taking care of a
kid. Oh and let's not forget the fact that my boss hates me because I was
rude to her boyfriend. Why? Because neither of them has any respect for the
officer-NCO tradition. "God damned freaks..." he muttered aloud. "Too many
damned freaks on this ship and too many civilians."
He wanted to hit the punching bag. He knew Pax wasn't in the gym so the
lunatic couldn't pummel him again. He was still muttering under his breath
about
what he found wrong with the Georgetown when he entered the gym. "It isn't
fair. Bad enough the man's a freak of nature but then the one civilian with
any sense on this ship speaks up--what does the XO do? Gives the guy a shot
at OC school! What crap."
Butler was in such a bubble of self pity that he wasn't paying attention to
where he was going. He walked right into Nan and Revaed. He wasn't quite
looking up but he recognized Fleet issued athletic wear and realized it was
Nan. Without thinking, he said the first thing that popped into his head.
"Damned freak and his freak girlfriend..."
Revaed watched the expression on the odd one's face change upon hearing the
ensign's words. He knew the man was generally very genial, very irritatingly
perky, but the expression on his face left no doubt that the man's thoughts
were no longer genial. "Idiot..."
Butler told himself he should have probably looked to see who was speaking
before he spoke himself. All he could see was that the man was a civilian.
"You can't call an officer an idiot."
"I think I just did," Revaed said calmly, an amused smirk settling on his
face. He wasn't a sadist, by any means, but his amusement grew as he watched
the color drain out of the young Human's face.
"Forget it, sir, he's mine," Nan said flatly.
Revaed was definitely amused now. He watched as Nan picked Butler up by the
front of his shirt. He dragged the surprised man over to the equipment
wracks then stepped up to hang him by the back of the shirt on an equipment
hook.
Butler's feet were a good teen feet off the ground.
"You can stay there until you learn to keep a civil tongue in your mouth or
until somebody else takes pity on you. That won't be me," Nan said without a
trace of humor. Butler opened his mouth to protest and Nan cut him off with
a wave. "Shut up and, yes, I will be telling Lieutenant McKay."
Revaed watched as the white haired man returned wearing a self satisfied
smirk that could have matched one of his own. "I once again offer my opinion
unasked for. That was very well done. A man should defend his lady's honor."
Nan sketched a mock bow. "Glad you approve," he said brightly. "She's a
beautiful, intelligent woman. I love her."
"Smart man." Revaed tilted his chin towards Nan's leg. "Do you need help?"
"No but it's boring as hell. I could use company," Nan replied. "Join me."
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