Jetgirl with a Chip on her shoulder.

Posted on Wed Oct 27th, 2021 @ 7:58am by Captain Garrett Lovejoy [ Taylor]

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Cargo Bay
Timeline: MD - 27
695 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Shaleena entered the cargo bay while no one was there.. And walked up to Carrington's Casket. "Congratulations You miserable bitch. I become an ensign in starfleet. Just to be assigned as a shuttle pilot for an overstuffed Admiral." She noted. "I fly just as good as anyone here. And I'm stuck in a Career pit carting a flag officer's ass all over the place, and it is because of you." She leaned against the torpedo casing and pulled out a bottle of Saurian Brandy. "Hell no!! I'm not going to exhaust my life being a chuffer to a bunch of ASSHOLES who didn't get that I spent ten MINUTES in an Agony booth before I groveled like a bitch!!!! Do you know how that was like? Captain Bligh-Bitch." Shaleena kicked the torpedo casing and pulled out a saurian brandy bottle. "At least YOU didn't die in a fucking hell fighting fucking terrans!!!! I should go back there, and help the rebels fuck their Emperor up like never before!!! Phoenix Lalor was a far better woman than you, you selfish ass!!!"

She sat down nearby the Casket and opened the bottle. She took a long drink from it. "Want some? Oh, Yeah. You're dead."

Garrett stepped out of the shadows. "Have you finished feeling sorry for yourself Ensign? I don't want to interrupt you if you aren't." His voice even and controlled but you could feel the underlying current of anger in it.

"You shouldn't be Captain." She broke the bottle and held onto the glass. "Maybe I should find out where they put Captain Lalor from you. What? Did Phoenix Lalor make it inconvenient for aspirations of the people at HQ? The Federation's principles. What use are they when HQ doesn't uphold them?!?! What a pile of shit." Shaleena was slightly drunk. "Everyone is the same in this galaxy. Everyone!"

"Poor little Shaleena. Doesn't know crap but what a mouth she has. An expert on nothing except what she wants to believe. I'm sorry you feel as you do. However I am Captain, so get use to it. Furthermore how would you know the workings of Command? From what I understand you can barely work the controls of your fighter." He said deliberately egging her on.

Shaleena got pissed and finally punched Garrett. "You miserable bastard. I'm going to ask the questions this crew ill not ask. Where did you and Carrington bury Lalor." Shaleena punched him again and again. Then grabbed his neck. "Too bad Carrington is dead... Now I only have you to tell me what you did with her."

Garrett pushed her off him hard. Tapped his combadge ''Security to cargo bay." as the call was acknowledged he looked at her. "You are delusional cadet. You believe rumors and innuendos. Neither Captain Carrington or I had anything to do with Captain Lalor's removal. But why am I wasting time talking to you? You have all the answers and you can think on them as you cool your ass in the brig. You seem to feel you are entitled to be a fighter pilot. Fact. you are not entitled to one damn thing. Keep your mouth shut, the adult is talking. Fact 2, I was here to talk to you about staying and being a fighter pilot here but you've shown your true colors. You are ungrateful."

"Screw you and Starfleet. I know places where someone with my skills will be appreciated. Everyone is the same asshole and I'm simply glad beyond measure I stayed long enough to learn what a bunch of hypocrites Starfleet is. I'll get my own fighter... and fight for what I believe in." She threw her combadge at Carrington's casket. "She walked with Security without resisting. "One day I'm going to come from you Lovejoy. And on that day you are going to die and join Carrington in hell."

Garrett picked up the combadge. "I feel sorry for you cadet. You are eaten up with hate and you won't listen to reason." He looked at the security officers. "Keep her locked up until I say otherwise and get a counselor to do a psychiatric exam on her." He ordered.