A little too much fun

Posted on Wed May 22nd, 2024 @ 2:06pm by Lieutenant Magnus Volsung & Ensign Amanda Turell & Ensign Joran

1,210 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: A marathon not a sprint
Location: Deck 8- Security office
Timeline: Last day of shoreleave

'Nothing feels as good as your own bed after a holiday'" Amanda thought to herself as she freshened up in her bathroom. It was the day after getting back onboard from her shoreleave and she was getting ready to check in with her boss.

Leaving her quarters she walked down the corridors of the Wolff exchanging a few words with those she passed mostly about what hijinks they got up to on shoreleave, eventually she reached the ships security center and headed in. It wasn't hard to spot Lt Volsung, the older Norwegian man and his greying hair made him stand out compared to the younger security officers around. "Hey boss." She called out.

"Alright, Turell?" Magnus smiled as he looked at her, taking a deeper breath. He had enjoyed shoreleave, managing even to get a little bit of colour from being outside in the sun.

"Have a good week off?" Amanda asked him. "Get up to much?"

"Went rock climbing," Magnus said and held up a slightly scraped up hand. Nothing bad, just a few scraped from doing it. "With Drake. I've never been much for sitting around. You?"

"Spent a bit of time hanging around the beaches, then I bumped into Lt Rowe... well more appropriately she bumped into me and she persuaded me to indulge in a few cocktails and you know. Things happened." Amanda replied.

"She'll do that to you," he said fondly. He liked Rowe, her energy. "I am glad you got to...let loose a little, Amanda." He used her first name, because this was more of them talking like colleagues, not a rank thing.

"Hey... I can relax from time to time," Amanda told him. Though telling and showing were sometimes quite different things. "just because I carry a cricket on me at all times doesn't mean I can't relax and cut loose."

He chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow. "Hm...well, I'll start worrying if it becomes a sword," he said playfully. She was Security and he trusted her with a weapon when she was in uniform.

"Don't quite have the figure to conceal a sword." Amanda chuckled.

"Hey is that you Amanda?" A voice called from inside the brig section of the security center.

"Did you send Joran in to clean the brig?" Amanda asked surprised to hear his voice from inside.

"Not that I recall," he said with a slight frown, looking at her. His stance shifted to one more ready to spring into a fight.

Curiosity peaked Amanda headed for the brig, expecting to see Joran monitoring someone behind one of the forcefields, she was definitely surprised to see Ensign Joran sat behind one of them instead. "Now what are you doing in there?" She asked.

"Hey Amanda, I guess no one told the boss either." Joran let out a slight smile, he was sat in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts and sporting a shiner around his eye.

Magnus looked at Joran before he smiled weakly, looking at him. "Let me guess...I should see the other guy?" he asked, referring to the shiner.

"Oh yeah." Joran chuckled slightly. "I heard he has a broken orbital bone, 4 ribs and at least 2 fingers." Joran replied.

Magnus nodded as he moved to sit down, watching Joran and then glancing at Amanda. "So, what happened?" he asked, looking back to Joran. Expecting the truth.

"I'm going to guess real alcohol was involved?" Amanda asked, she knew the Trill liked his real alcohol and definitely indulged when he got the chance.

"At least I didn't start it." Joran said. "Me and Debbie were at the pool bar at our hotel. Some Orion guy started hitting on her, he swung first."

"Hm..." Magnus nodded as he looked at him, a weak smile on his lips. "I am not going to lie, I am a bit disappointed that you didn't stop it and instead hit back. Security's about protecting but brute force should be the last resort."

"Oh I tried to stop it Sir," Joran said with a slight chuckle. "Had him in a choke hold on the floor but he wasn't getting the hint so I had to force the issue, especially after his friend hit me with a glass bottle."

Magnus nodded, taking a slow breath before he stretched as he stood. "Very well. And who put you in here then?" he asked, a small smile coming to him. He believed Joran. And he was sure he would get a report on his desk about the altercation anyway.

"The Risian police broke the fight up eventually, the two guys were locked up, they handed me over to Commander Acevedo who stuck me in here for another...... 3 days I think." Joran looked back towards the back wall of his cell. "I'll tell you one thing, these brig beds are no good for sleeping off a hangover."

"Not there for comfort, Joran, there to teach wayward Starfleet personnel a good lesson in drinking in better establishments," Magnus said with a small smile. The First Officer had already dealt the punishment and Magnus wouldn't overturn it. "I think it might be good for you to use this time reading up on bars in different ports."

"It could be the finest bar in the galaxy and you'll still get pri.... people that take things too far." Joran remarked. "Some people don't even need alcohol to start swinging."

Magnus laughed, nodding as he watched him. "That I know only too well," he said, looking over at Turell. "Now, the XO has put you in here, so we might as well have you being useful. You're on shift report duty...reading them and writing a summary that can go to the Command staff." It was stuff Magnus usually did himself but he'd take over some of Joran's duties while he was in the brig.

"Oh come on, being in here isn't punishment enough?" Joran let out a hearty laugh.

"Some would call it a holiday," Magnus countered, with a small smile as he looked at him. "You got your orders. And get comfortable..." he stood and stretched. "We'll make sure to feed you as well of course."

"Only the finest gruel for our troublesome brig guests." Amanda remarked. "You have fun in there Joran." She quickly added before heading for the door.

Magnus chuckled and stood, watching Joran for a long moment. "Let me know if you need anything," he said, in all seriousness.

Joran sat back down on the brigs bed and adjusted his Hawaiian shirt. "A change of clothes couldn't hurt."

"I'll arrange that now," he said and studied him, before nodding. "And some strong coffee, something solid to eat. You'll need to rebalance your body after your night."

Joran smiled slightly. "Thanks boss."

Magnus nodded before he chuckled. "Get comfortable," he said with a smile. He was proud that Joran had stood up for his friends...even with the violence. Even so, he would never voice that, but he clearly was not angry. "I'll be right back," he added and headed out, leaving Joran alone in the brig, safe behind the forcefield.


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Ensign Joran
Security officer
Pnpc Taliserra

Ensign Amanda Turell
Security officer
Pnpc Taliserra

Lieutenant Magnis Volsung
Chief Security Officer
pnpc Slattery

 

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