[USS Tempest] Major League Decisions
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- Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 15:44:08 EST
Major League Decisions
by JT Swiftwind and Eddie Le Beau
***takes place after 'First Things First' on Tempest
Irked. That's the word JT decided he was as he left the meeting. He shook
it off as he headed for what used to be his office. He'd be damned if he
used Shields' office until it was emptied and appropriately spiritually
cleaned.
In the interim, he didn't see the harm in making one last call from the
Delta Company commander's office. As he tapped the comm codes in, he just
hoped
the man was in. He'd hate to have to ask about this twice.
He still couldn't believe it and every time Eddie reached up to touch the
oak leaf on his collar he smiled. The only thing that was better then this was
seeing the silver bar on Niamh's collar. The new office was bare but he'd do
something with it and then Niamh would come in and fix his mess. For now he
sat at his new desk with his feet up, his hands behind his head and smirk on
his face. Things were finally taking a turn for the better. When his comm
beeped at him he nearly jumped. Sitting up in his chair he turned the terminal
towards him and answered the call. He was surprised to see the other Marine
on the screen, but knew who he was. "Oui, what can I do for you, Major?"
"You could tell me I'm insane," JT said dead pan. Then he snorted slightly
in amusement. "You'll understand why in a minute. First things first,
though. Congrats on the promotion. When y'all were guests here, we had the
same
rank."
"Thanks, and de same to you," Eddie replied with a smirk. "It would appear
dat our new field marshal is wasting no time making dings her way."
"RHIP and all that but thanks. I really thought me and my used to be top
sergeant were summoned to be counseled, to put it mildly," JT chuckled.
"Since
we weren't treated to a stay in your brig, I had an idea on our way back.
It'll mean you agreeing to it so feel free to squash it."
Eddie leaned back in his chair and nodded. "I can't squash an idea if I
haven't heard it yet."
"Just consider the procrastination a forewarning then." JT shrugged and
asked, "What do you think of a Marine Corps ball? Or one with our two ships
in any case? It might serve as a celebration for those of us who got promoted
and maybe as a general morale booster and pat on the back."
The only thing bigger then a Marine's brawn is his or her heart and dealing
with that place and those kids had broken quite a few, his included. His
people could use the break, the release from is all. "I dink dat's a great
idea.
It's been a long hard couple of months."
"That it has," JT agreed. "I already put the idea out to my company
commanders and suggested that attendance was certainly not optional. Besides,
it'd
be nice t'mingle with y'all in a setting that doesn't involve mayhem, havoc,
and destruction."
"I had de chance to fight with one of your captains. It'll be good to see
her again," Eddie replied. "So were dis ball going to take place?"
"That'd be Harak, though she's like us now and sportin' oak leaves," JT
offered. He ran a hand through his hair, barely mussing it. "That'd be up to
you. Holodeck'd be my first idea but there question's which. How's repairs
doin' over there? If I judge by the cussin' our Lieutenant Le Beau's done,
we're better than we were."
Eddie looked around a moment then grabbed a handful of padds from a moving
crate. He looked through them until he found the right one. "Looks like we're
getting close, still got a lot of de paint and polish to do. We could do it
here, our holodecks are larger then yours, or we could take it planet side."
"On station? I think they'd have a fit with that many Marines in one
place," JT said with a mild snort.
The Cajun shook his head. "Down on Bajor."
"Y'know what, let's make it there," JT finally offered. "But we'll help out
beforehand. It was my idea after all and it wouldn't be fair to you. I'll
just smile real sweet at our Chief Engineer so she can help make sure your
decks are and runnin'. Hopefully she and yours are on good terms"
Eddie nodded. "Let me know if you need anyding from us. It'd only be fair to
help out."
"Sure thing," JT said simply. Then something struck him and he offered
Eddie a crooked smile. "You wouldn't happen t'be related to our Le Beau would
you?"
The fair haired man's face lit up and sage green eyes sparkled. "Your Le
Beau, she is my cousin, our pères are frères, brothers."
"Then maybe you could see your way toward getting the lady t'make sure of
the help?" he asked. He offered the other man a wry smile. "She's a fine
woman and an excellent engineer I hear but she is still regular Fleet and I
doubt a Marine function'd be high on her list of priorities."
Eddie laughed at that. "Oui, mon ami, she be the best, but my Rosie she's
not like most regular Fleeters. My s'est levé would be de last person to
discriminate against anyone, even us jarheads." His cousin had been on the
other
end of stuff like that because she's a mutant. She and her other cousins
understood the world in a way Eddie and most others could never understand it.
"But
I will see what I can do. I've been meaning to get over to dat ship of yours
anyway."
"Tell I'd be grateful to no end then," JT said with a grin. "And you know
you're welcome over even before the ball."
"And whenever you wanna let loose Ol' George here is a city within it's
self." Eddie replied.
"Got our own bar and everyding."
"I don't touch even synthehol but I get the idea. I 'preciate it, too. In
the meantime, I'll let you go. Give a yell if y'need anything."
Eddie nodded. "Be see ya soon."
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