389th Orbital Police Corps [IC] OPEN

[Vancon]

Elijah strode into the room wearing his Shock Commando BDU's. He yawned as he sat demon at a stool, flipping a coin to the bartender and downing a shot. 'Why does it have to be so damned loud in here?' he thought tiredly as he rubbed his eyes and scratched at his chin. Turning he saw the major stride in, and clearing his throat to get attention.

Moaning he stood shakily to his feet, rubbing at his eyes one final time and pulling a lazy salute as he listened for what the man had to say.

" Whatcha need?" He asked bored.

The major turned to face the impolite remark with a stern gaze.

Simply put, he said but one thing, ''Need I really say it?''

He just stood there as if time had also stood still, waiting for another response. Rarely had Rubin ever came in contact with such a bunch of unusual people, and needless to say he wasn't impressed. Not in the slightest. Sure, like most other men, he liked the sight of a girl in tight clothing, but not when they're drunk off their ass playing a god damn banjo. Why did it have to be a banjo?

Chris turned to his right and noticed a man in uniform with the rank of major, scared shitless he quickly saluted and stood attention "MAJOR ON DECK!" He said quite nervously he never noticed the major sitting in the corner "How are you sir?"

At ease Constable, and I was just minding my own business. Key word in that sentence was, well, was.

[Icrum]

Elijah strode into the room wearing his Shock Commando BDU's. He yawned as he sat demon at a stool, flipping a coin to the bartender and downing a shot. 'Why does it have to be so damned loud in here?' he thought tiredly as he rubbed his eyes and scratched at his chin. Turning he saw the major stride in, and clearing his throat to get attention.

Moaning he stood shakily to his feet, rubbing at his eyes one final time and pulling a lazy salute as he listened for what the man had to say.

" Whatcha need?" He asked bored.

The major turned to face the impolite remark with a stern gaze.

Simply put, he said but one thing, ''Need I really say it?''

He just stood there as if time had also stood still, waiting for another response. Rarely had Rubin ever came in contact with such a bunch of unusual people, and needless to say he wasn't impressed. Not in the slightest. Sure, like most other men, he liked the sight of a girl in tight clothing, but not when they're drunk off their ass playing a god damn banjo. Why did it have to be a banjo?

Chris turned to his right and noticed a man in uniform with the rank of major, scared shitless he quickly saluted and stood attention "MAJOR ON DECK!" He said quite nervously he never noticed the major sitting in the corner "How are you sir?"

At ease Constable, and I was just minding my own business. Key word in that sentence was, well, was.

Lizzy broke out of her seduction and saluted the major, very drunkenly.
"And what has brought the demon from his hole?" Lizzy said. Somewhere in her mind, her subconscious was preparing to commit seppuku for this abhorrent action that Lizzy was doing.
"Need another banjo solo?" Lizzy asked, readjusting her banjo.

[Vancon]

The major turned to face the impolite remark with a stern gaze.

Simply put, he said but one thing, ''Need I really say it?''

He just stood there as if time had also stood still, waiting for another response. Rarely had Rubin ever came in contact with such a bunch of unusual people, and needless to say he wasn't impressed. Not in the slightest. Sure, like most other men, he liked the sight of a girl in tight clothing, but not when they're drunk off their ass playing a god damn banjo. Why did it have to be a banjo?


At ease Constable, and I was just minding my own business. Key word in that sentence was, well, was.

Lizzy broke out of her seduction and saluted the major, very drunkenly.
"And what has brought the demon from his hole?" Lizzy said. Somewhere in her mind, her subconscious was preparing to commit seppuku for this abhorrent action that Lizzy was doing.
"Need another banjo solo?" Lizzy asked, readjusting her banjo.

''No Constable, I think I'm fine,'' he said as he held his head with one hand.

''Just, put your damn clothes back on. There's a time and place for everything, but now is far from that time,''

The banjo had really put him off into the deep end. He was surely gonna go off on someone any minute now, from the shouting to the drinking to the carrying their firearms into the lounge to people disrespecting officers... He had almost had enough. The thin line holding up his mental abilities was almost ready to snap.

[Northern Arcadian Empire]

"Yes sir....I'll be minding my own business" he said stepping aside then sat in a near by chair, actually more like slouched in the chair, now that he made himself look like a fool he kept his head down and keeping quiet. Now he just wondered what some of the others thought about him being a rookie off the line

[Of The Rnclave]

Elijah strode into the room wearing his Shock Commando BDU's. He yawned as he sat demon at a stool, flipping a coin to the bartender and downing a shot. 'Why does it have to be so damned loud in here?' he thought tiredly as he rubbed his eyes and scratched at his chin. Turning he saw the major stride in, and clearing his throat to get attention.

Moaning he stood shakily to his feet, rubbing at his eyes one final time and pulling a lazy salute as he listened for what the man had to say.

" Whatcha need?" He asked bored.

The major turned to face the impolite remark with a stern gaze.

Simply put, he said but one thing, ''Need I really say it?''

He just stood there as if time had also stood still, waiting for another response. Rarely had Rubin ever came in contact with such a bunch of unusual people, and needless to say he wasn't impressed. Not in the slightest. Sure, like most other men, he liked the sight of a girl in tight clothing, but not when they're drunk off their ass playing a god damn banjo. Why did it have to be a banjo?

Chris turned to his right and noticed a man in uniform with the rank of major, scared shitless he quickly saluted and stood attention "MAJOR ON DECK!" He said quite nervously he never noticed the major sitting in the corner "How are you sir?"

At ease Constable, and I was just minding my own business. Key word in that sentence was, well, was.

"Hey, can't blame me for not caring, does anyone in here have prior orbital drop experience besides myself?" He chuckled gently as he maneuvered himself closer to Lizzy, putting a hand on her ass and chuckling deeply as he tapped her and took a step back, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his chuckling.

[Aquesta]

Ryan watched the scene in disgust. A drunken woman had decided to try and seduce the lieutenant commander, and then when the Major reprimanded her; she had the insolence to call him a "demon". If Ryan had been in charge she would have been suspended to show that kind of carry on wasn't acceptable. As if that wasn't bad enough, the arrogant yank had decided to take advantage of Lizzy's drunken state and started feeling her up. Ryan rolled his eyes My god my comrades are a joke.

[Of The Rnclave]

Ryan watched the scene in disgust. A drunken woman had decided to try and seduce the lieutenant commander, and then when the Major reprimanded her; she had the insolence to call him a "demon". If Ryan had been in charge she would have been suspended to show that kind of carry on wasn't acceptable. As if that wasn't bad enough, the arrogant yank had decided to take advantage of Lizzy's drunken state and started feeling her up. Ryan rolled his eyes My god my comrades are a joke.

Hand still around Lizzys waist, Elijah turned his head to Ryan. Snearing at him, he growled out.

" I'm sorry? Have you ever dropped from orbit in a steel death trap, strapped to one side, hoping to god that it doesn't miss it's target, or god forbid people keno your coming and you have to sit in their while fellow soldiers die in massive explosions. Let alone when you land! HAVE YOU EVER FUCKING FOUGHT A DAY IN YOUR LIFE?" Elijah shouted angrily, face red and teeth gritted as he got in the mans face, gripping him by his collar.

[Heraklea-]

Duncan Cooper walked down the p-way carefully counting his winnings from the card game he just left. It might not necessarily be a good idea to take money from comrades, but if they were willing to risk it he was willing to win it. He pocketed the money, then checked his messages. Two hours until the next supply run arrived, and a confirmation that his packages destined for other members of the crew were on board. He did so like good news.

Still, that left two hours to kill. Enough time for a few drinks, he thought to himself. He quickly made his way to the lounge.

“Barkeep,” he shouted as he entered. “Whisky!” He was momentarily disappointed to see Elijah already had his arms around Lizzy, and the Ruki seemed to be having a more mannish day. As he made his way to the bar, he greeted the Major by popping off a sloppy and informal salute. “Good day, Methuselah, sir!”

[Vancon]

Ryan watched the scene in disgust. A drunken woman had decided to try and seduce the lieutenant commander, and then when the Major reprimanded her; she had the insolence to call him a "demon". If Ryan had been in charge she would have been suspended to show that kind of carry on wasn't acceptable. As if that wasn't bad enough, the arrogant yank had decided to take advantage of Lizzy's drunken state and started feeling her up. Ryan rolled his eyes My god my comrades are a joke.

Hand still around Lizzys waist, Elijah turned his head to Ryan. Snearing at him, he growled out.

" I'm sorry? Have you ever dropped from orbit in a steel death trap, strapped to one side, hoping to god that it doesn't miss it's target, or god forbid people keno your coming and you have to sit in their while fellow soldiers die in massive explosions. Let alone when you land! HAVE YOU EVER FUCKING FOUGHT A DAY IN YOUR LIFE?" Elijah shouted angrily, face red and teeth gritted as he got in the mans face, gripping him by his collar.

''Hold your tongue Smith, or I demote you to a garbage man and have you fed to the Viir as a tasty snack. On top of that, get your arm off of that woman's ass, and go cool off. I'm being very lenient as of now, and I'd prefer not to shout. Get back in line, and take a hike. That was an order,'' said the Major in a very fast and cold tone. He had heard enough of this bullshit and was at his breaking point.

Duncan Cooper walked down the p-way carefully counting his winnings from the card game he just left. It might not necessarily be a good idea to take money from comrades, but if they were willing to risk it he was willing to win it. He pocketed the money, then checked his messages. Two hours until the next supply run arrived, and a confirmation that his packages destined for other members of the crew were on board. He did so like good news.

Still, that left two hours to kill. Enough time for a few drinks, he thought to himself. He quickly made his way to the lounge.

“Barkeep,” he shouted as he entered. “Whisky!” He was momentarily disappointed to see Elijah already had his arms around Lizzy, and the Ruki seemed to be having a more mannish day. As he made his way to the bar, he greeted the Major by popping off a sloppy and informal salute. “Good day, Methuselah, sir!”

'' Good morning, Constableh,'' said the major back with an extremely puzzled face.

[Aquesta]

Ryan angrily shoved Elijah off him.

"Get your filthy yanks hands off me." After losing it for a second; Ryan composes himself again." Yes i have fought in combat; many times actually, i have two years experience with 389th and yankee i recommend you get a shrink because you got some serious mental issues."

[Of The Rnclave]

Ryan angrily shoved Elijah off him.

"Get your filthy yanks hands off me." After losing it for a second; Ryan composes himself again." Yes i have fought in combat; many times actually, i have two years experience with 389th and yankee i recommend you get a shrink because you got some serious mental issues."

"Oh so you've dropped almost 100,000 to the ground in a steel cage, under awhile of rocket, artillery and drone fire? I didn't think so." Elijah finished spitting on Ryans boots and turning away from him.

Turning to the Major he managed a stiff salute. " Understood sir, whatcha need?" He spoke solidly, hiding a grin as he snaked his hand back around Lizzys waist.

[Isle of Lithonia]

OPC Shrouded Dawn, Lounge
Trenna stopped her exit...
...Habitually smoothing her dress, she approached him. "Lieutenant Commander, good morning to you."
She gave a perfunctory glance to the digital clock on the wall, then decided she had at least 10 minutes before Nelson bothered her again.
"Mind if I sit?"

Lieutenant Commander Ruki
OPC Shrouded Dawn, Lounge Room

Yup, that water hit the spot. Hell, you never realize just how good it is until you need it.

Ruki didn't really need the water at that point though, so ignore everything I just said.

Hearing Trenna behind him, the commander turned and gave her an inviting smile. "Good morning to you as well, Miss Craine. Sure, have a seat.

"I've not gotten to speak with you for a while. How is it over at dispatch?"

[blocktext]OPC Shrouded Dawn, Unknown Position
10:37 AM

Sergeant Caleb Franson might not be the best role model for the new constables of the 389th. First of all, he was up all night video chatting his girlfriend and promising how he would be back in Thunder Bay before the end of the year for her birthday. Well, that and he slept in until 10:20 this morning. On top of that, he was late for the daily briefing. Oh, things were looking up on his day.

Oh fuck me, Franson thought as he realized Lieutenant Commander Ruki was in the room, with his, as always, extremely weird uniform on. You're kidding me, Ruki's here?

As well, with all of the OPC officers milling around in both on-duty and off-duty uniforms, Franson tried to be invisible...

Seeing the Senior Constable walk in, Ruki turned to Lieutenant Mizushima. "Lieutenant? Could you remind Senior Constable Franson of proper officer conduct with regards to being late to the Daily Briefing? I remember that he was late, but I did not have the time to reprimand him for it."

"Hello, I'm constable Christopher Rath...I'm new here, fresh out of basic. What did I just whiteness?"

Oh boy, a lot of people wanted to talk to him...

Which was okay. Even though the kid's question was more appropriately asked of, say, one of the Sergeants. But no matter.

Turning to the kid, Ruki nodded and answered, "Lieutenant Commander Ruki. Commanding officers have the duty to enforce the OPC Code of Conduct. If you look on page thirteen of your officer's manual, you will find that one of the rules we have is that an officer of the Corps must remain sober while on call or during a mission. Since Sergeant Rothar and Constable Schenberg-Anich both broke this rule, the Lieutenants and myself had the responsibility of enforcing the rules."

Lizzy stared at her commanding officer. In a sober state, she would've walked to medical, gotten what she needed, and headed back to her room. Then again, if she was sober she wouldn't be in her current situation. Still, she wasn't thinking straight, and her mind was flooded with thoughts that would break the rules of this site. So she took of her overshirt, revealing her tank-top, and walked seductively to Ruki.
"You know you want me." Lizzy said, then she hiccuped slightly afterwards.

Well now... Um... That was unexpected, to say the least.

Damn.

The commander was completely dumbstruck. He'd been flirted with in the past, but both the instant stripping and the odd timing of this threw him for a loop.

Was it hot? Yes. But Ruki knew better than to let his libido get him into trouble.

Such slanderous activity would probably not be tolerated and she tried to step in, "LC, Sir, perhaps I can escort our comrade here to the Medical Bay?"

That was the out Ruki needed. "Senior Constable, you have permission to..."

''Ahem.''

Getting out of his seat, the LC addressed his superior, "Sir. I was..."

Lizzy broke out of her seduction and saluted the major, very drunkenly.
"And what has brought the demon from his hole?" Lizzy said. Somewhere in her mind, her subconscious was preparing to commit seppuku for this abhorrent action that Lizzy was doing.
"Need another banjo solo?" Lizzy asked, readjusting her banjo.

"Hey, can't blame me for not caring, does anyone in here have prior orbital drop experience besides myself?" He chuckled gently as he maneuvered himself closer to Lizzy, putting a hand on her ass and chuckling deeply as he tapped her and took a step back, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his chuckling.

Hand still around Lizzys waist, Elijah turned his head to Ryan. Snearing at him, he growled out.

" I'm sorry? Have you ever dropped from orbit in a steel death trap, strapped to one side, hoping to god that it doesn't miss it's target, or god forbid people keno your coming and you have to sit in their while fellow soldiers die in massive explosions. Let alone when you land! HAVE YOU EVER FUCKING FOUGHT A DAY IN YOUR LIFE?" Elijah shouted angrily, face red and teeth gritted as he got in the mans face, gripping him by his collar.

Ryan angrily shoved Elijah off him.

"Get your filthy yanks hands off me." After losing it for a second; Ryan composes himself again." Yes i have fought in combat; many times actually, i have two years experience with 389th and yankee i recommend you get a shrink because you got some serious mental issues."

"Oh so you've dropped almost 100,000 to the ground in a steel cage, under awhile of rocket, artillery and drone fire? I didn't think so." Elijah finished spitting on Ryans boots and turning away from him.

Turning to the Major he managed a stiff salute. " Understood sir, whatcha need?" He spoke solidly, hiding a grin as he snaked his hand back around Lizzys waist.

Nope, that was all Ruki could take. He barked out, "ROOOM, ATENHUT!!!!"

Turning to Kari, he barked, "Velatyera, take Lizzy to the Medical Bay now! When she is sober, bring her to her room where she will wait for further orders."

To Elijah, he tore into the prick. "Smith, get your fucking hands off the girl now! This kind of shit is by no means allowed when on call, nor is it ever allowable to take advantage of another's drunken state! Especially when the Major gives you a fucking direct order, goddammit! Moreover, keep your shit-talk to yourself! As punishment for this, you are dismissed back to your room where you will wait for further orders. DISMISSED!"

"As for the rest of you, I expect you to maintain proper fucking decorum!!! Goddammit, we aren't a bunch of middle schoolers!!! Now, you may return to your leisure time."

Sitting down with a huff, the LC ordered a small shot of vodka.

[Ontorisa]

OPC Shrouded Dawn, Over Cape Town, South Africa
10:43 AM

You're shitting me, Franson thought as Major Hans Rubin entered the room. Oh fuck, you guys are friggin' idiots.

Of course, Franson tried to appear more as a civie than an senior constable of the OPC before, oh jeez, before the cashier probably embarrassed him further.

"Hey 501! I got a meal for a hungover Senior Constable!" The cashier called out, hitting the bell at the diner's desk and placing a plate of hashbrowns, an egg and some toast on top of it beside a blank white mug with some steaming coffee coming from it.

Franson, reluctantly walked forward and grabbed the things, looking at the cashier who grinned at him. Oh, wow, what a major dick.

"Enjoy your meal, sergeant. Go for that position Senior." The cashier did a mock salute before heading back to take another order and probably sharing the joke with the customer.

Finding a seat beside the window, furthest away from Major Rubin, Franson only prayed that no one joined him as he tried to enjoy his breakfast in peace before his Sylicon Antarctic smartphone pinged. Taking it out and unlocking it, Franson read what it was, a text message, from Canada.

Maaaaaaaan, please tell me this is franny? The text message read before Franson smiled to himself. Only one group of people called Franson that, his buds back at the Ottawa Police Service.

Maaaaan, who this? Franson replied on the cellphone before putting it down and starting to eat a piece of whole wheat toast.

Ping the Antarctic buzzed as Franson looked at the text message.

It's Kiema The message read as Franson looked at it and smiled to himself, continuing to chew the toast. Kiema, oh that crazy Viir, probably one of the only ones who had actually decided to go into law enforcement.

Shit man, you got some pretty big balls for going on a hinge. Franson replied before Kiema instantly shot back with another message.

Actually, Angelica told me your number. Kiema had typed.

Why?

She swung by the precinct the other day.

For what?

Oh shit bro, you didn't know? Keith was killed the other day. Kiema's text message had taken a while before Franson looked at it. Keith Gregory had been Franson's go-to man since day 1 at the Service.

By what? Franson texted back instantly, concerned about this.

Man, you remember the Red Vipers? They're back and shit. Franson didn't bother to reply as he tried to act cool seeing that new lieutenant girl walking over.

"What's up? Can't a constable enjoy his meal in peace?" Franson didn't bother with the formalities, he was tired, he was concerned for Angelica since she didn't tell him last night that she was heading to Ottawa and concerned for his former precinct, who were now faced with one of the most dangerous Viir gangs in Ottawa.

[Northern Arcadian Empire]

"Hello, I'm constable Christopher Rath...I'm new here, fresh out of basic. What did I just whiteness?"

Oh boy, a lot of people wanted to talk to him...

Which was okay. Even though the kid's question was more appropriately asked of, say, one of the Sergeants. But no matter.

Turning to the kid, Ruki nodded and answered, "Lieutenant Commander Ruki. Commanding officers have the duty to enforce the OPC Code of Conduct. If you look on page thirteen of your officer's manual, you will find that one of the rules we have is that an officer of the Corps must remain sober while on call or during a mission. Since Sergeant Rothar and Constable Schenberg-Anich both broke this rule, the Lieutenants and myself had the responsibility of enforcing the rules."

"Thank you sir sorry for disturbing you. I think ill leave here before i get into trouble" he said standing up, he saluted and left the room. He walked down the hallway toward his room and opened the door, their was some stuff in there, the bed, a desk, nightstand, locker and a foot chest. He walked over to the desk, sat down and, he opened the manual reading the subsection and the page.

Once he was down with that he walked over to locker and pulled out a tennis ball and threw it against the wall catching it as it bounced off the wall. God was he bored.

[Heraklea-]

Duncan paused a moment after Ruki's outburst. With his own drink in hand, he approached the LC. "I must say, Janus, that was some dressing down. Middle schoolers might have been a bit strong, but I can't say you were wrong. Still, that is likely a different discussion and as you said, we are back leisure time. So instead, let me ask, why have forsaken your greater femininity today? You know how much I love it."

[The United Remnants of America]

Kael swallowed hard and looked back. He'd been using the slowly boiling pot of drama to see himself out of the lounge and into the medical bay as quickly as possible. The best arguments and fights were started sober, not drunk, and Kael was predicting this to be a bout of the ages. He'd opened the door and was stepping through it when Ruki had a meltdown. At that he froze, while mentally jumping out of his skin. Somewhere in his mind, he was writing a note to himself to see to it that he didn't piss Ruki off, who apparently had a breaking point. Kael had his money on Laurens blowing up first about the unruliness.

Once Ruki dismissed the group from his verbal tirade, Kael took off down the hall, the lounge's door closing behind him. He made his way all the way to the sliding door with MEDICAL emblazoned on the door and walked in. At this time in a day cycle, there was no OPC doctor in the room, so the darkened room became it's usual bright sterile white when the motion lights flicked on to his entrance. The medic casually looked from cabinet to cabinet until he found the door he was looking for and opened it to pull out an injector. He held the end of the gun-like medical tool to his arm and pulled the trigger, releasing a CO₂ burst that slammed a syringe home into his arm, which soon started injecting a strong stimulant into Kael's blood. Within 30 seconds, Kael had tossed the empty injector into an empty bin where the injectors are sterilized and refilled. The stim was already coursing through his veins, into his heart, and clearing his head. He almost immediately felt the throbbing begin in the deepness of his skull and a sweat start to break out as his body went from drunk to fully sober as the stim neutralized the alcohol in his system. "Woo.... Alrighty... I'm good. I'm awake. Guess I'll need a few more of those stims, since I should probably be expecting a few others to join me here soon enough, heh..."

[Of The Rnclave]

OPC Shrouded Dawn, Lounge
Trenna stopped her exit...
...Habitually smoothing her dress, she approached him. "Lieutenant Commander, good morning to you."
She gave a perfunctory glance to the digital clock on the wall, then decided she had at least 10 minutes before Nelson bothered her again.
"Mind if I sit?"

Lieutenant Commander Ruki
OPC Shrouded Dawn, Lounge Room

Yup, that water hit the spot. Hell, you never realize just how good it is until you need it.

Ruki didn't really need the water at that point though, so ignore everything I just said.

Hearing Trenna behind him, the commander turned and gave her an inviting smile. "Good morning to you as well, Miss Craine. Sure, have a seat.

"I've not gotten to speak with you for a while. How is it over at dispatch?"

[blocktext]OPC Shrouded Dawn, Unknown Position
10:37 AM

Sergeant Caleb Franson might not be the best role model for the new constables of the 389th. First of all, he was up all night video chatting his girlfriend and promising how he would be back in Thunder Bay before the end of the year for her birthday. Well, that and he slept in until 10:20 this morning. On top of that, he was late for the daily briefing. Oh, things were looking up on his day.

Oh fuck me, Franson thought as he realized Lieutenant Commander Ruki was in the room, with his, as always, extremely weird uniform on. You're kidding me, Ruki's here?

As well, with all of the OPC officers milling around in both on-duty and off-duty uniforms, Franson tried to be invisible...

Seeing the Senior Constable walk in, Ruki turned to Lieutenant Mizushima. "Lieutenant? Could you remind Senior Constable Franson of proper officer conduct with regards to being late to the Daily Briefing? I remember that he was late, but I did not have the time to reprimand him for it."

"Hello, I'm constable Christopher Rath...I'm new here, fresh out of basic. What did I just whiteness?"

Oh boy, a lot of people wanted to talk to him...

Which was okay. Even though the kid's question was more appropriately asked of, say, one of the Sergeants. But no matter.

Turning to the kid, Ruki nodded and answered, "Lieutenant Commander Ruki. Commanding officers have the duty to enforce the OPC Code of Conduct. If you look on page thirteen of your officer's manual, you will find that one of the rules we have is that an officer of the Corps must remain sober while on call or during a mission. Since Sergeant Rothar and Constable Schenberg-Anich both broke this rule, the Lieutenants and myself had the responsibility of enforcing the rules."

Lizzy stared at her commanding officer. In a sober state, she would've walked to medical, gotten what she needed, and headed back to her room. Then again, if she was sober she wouldn't be in her current situation. Still, she wasn't thinking straight, and her mind was flooded with thoughts that would break the rules of this site. So she took of her overshirt, revealing her tank-top, and walked seductively to Ruki.
"You know you want me." Lizzy said, then she hiccuped slightly afterwards.

Well now... Um... That was unexpected, to say the least.

Damn.

The commander was completely dumbstruck. He'd been flirted with in the past, but both the instant stripping and the odd timing of this threw him for a loop.

Was it hot? Yes. But Ruki knew better than to let his libido get him into trouble.

Such slanderous activity would probably not be tolerated and she tried to step in, "LC, Sir, perhaps I can escort our comrade here to the Medical Bay?"

That was the out Ruki needed. "Senior Constable, you have permission to..."

''Ahem.''

Getting out of his seat, the LC addressed his superior, "Sir. I was..."

Lizzy broke out of her seduction and saluted the major, very drunkenly.
"And what has brought the demon from his hole?" Lizzy said. Somewhere in her mind, her subconscious was preparing to commit seppuku for this abhorrent action that Lizzy was doing.
"Need another banjo solo?" Lizzy asked, readjusting her banjo.

"Hey, can't blame me for not caring, does anyone in here have prior orbital drop experience besides myself?" He chuckled gently as he maneuvered himself closer to Lizzy, putting a hand on her ass and chuckling deeply as he tapped her and took a step back, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his chuckling.

Hand still around Lizzys waist, Elijah turned his head to Ryan. Snearing at him, he growled out.

" I'm sorry? Have you ever dropped from orbit in a steel death trap, strapped to one side, hoping to god that it doesn't miss it's target, or god forbid people keno your coming and you have to sit in their while fellow soldiers die in massive explosions. Let alone when you land! HAVE YOU EVER FUCKING FOUGHT A DAY IN YOUR LIFE?" Elijah shouted angrily, face red and teeth gritted as he got in the mans face, gripping him by his collar.

"Oh so you've dropped almost 100,000 to the ground in a steel cage, under awhile of rocket, artillery and drone fire? I didn't think so." Elijah finished spitting on Ryans boots and turning away from him.

Turning to the Major he managed a stiff salute. " Understood sir, whatcha need?" He spoke solidly, hiding a grin as he snaked his hand back around Lizzys waist.

Nope, that was all Ruki could take. He barked out, "ROOOM, ATENHUT!!!!"

Turning to Kari, he barked, "Velatyera, take Lizzy to the Medical Bay now! When she is sober, bring her to her room where she will wait for further orders."

To Elijah, he tore into the prick. "Smith, get your fucking hands off the girl now! This kind of shit is by no means allowed when on call, nor is it ever allowable to take advantage of another's drunken state! Especially when the Major gives you a fucking direct order, goddammit! Moreover, keep your shit-talk to yourself! As punishment for this, you are dismissed back to your room where you will wait for further orders. DISMISSED!"

"As for the rest of you, I expect you to maintain proper fucking decorum!!! Goddammit, we aren't a bunch of middle schoolers!!! Now, you may return to your leisure time."

Sitting down with a huff, the LC ordered a small shot of vodka.

Frowning slowly, he made a stiff salute. " With all due respect, I'd like to head to the Med bay for some pain killers and a check up in a particularly bad stomach ache I've been having." Elijah said, turning as he strode towards the med bay, just behind Lizzy.

Sitting down on a sterile looking white bed, he pulled off the top of his BDU, leaving him in a tan T-shirt as he lay back, looking over as Lizzy and winking at her with a smirk.

[Brechalht]

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[Imperialisium]

Kira, who had snapped into attention during the Officer's rapid steel hand in grasping the situation, simply grabbed Lizzy stiffly by the arm. As if grabbing some common criminal off the street; but, perhaps a tad more gentle.

"Come on Lizzy. Off you go nice and easy." said Kira as she began to direct the intoxicated Lizzy out of the lounge, "We'll get you all fixed up, nothing to worry about."

Dealing with drunks was never easy, especially when you didn't know what type of drunk they were. Lizzy seemed rather the happy drunk, and that would make things easy. All Kira had to do was guide her along and prevent her from keeling over. If she was violent, well then a more stiff response would be needed. Nothing that a room full of professional law enforcers couldn't handle, but still. Despite all her roughness Lizzy was one of them, and the 389th was many things; but, the golden rule of cops PMC or no, you never beat on your own.


Using her left arm to wrap around Lizzy, to keep her steady, Kira put her right across her chest and pressed her radio, "Medical this is Senior Constable von Valatyera. We have another highly intoxicated 389th on route from the lounge. Be advised, over."

At that pointed to the door, "Come on Lizzy work with me."

[Jeremy Beaver]

Fuck all of this, Geert thought as the drama unfolded around him. It was a little too much and he decided to leave the lounge Party's over it looks like He stood up, Gave a quick Salute directed at his Commanding Officers and left out the door to his Room down the hall way. He didnt expect things to go down that quickly what with Lizzy and her Seduction, Kael and his drunkenness or Elijah and his Testosterone. He stopped at his Room and sat on his bed. putting his helmet on a desk nearby.

[Penguinia-Tempor]

Amy silently watched as Ruki let off on his massive tirade, hoping that she wouldn't be noticed. She was the one who had called attention to Kael's drunken state, but it was quite obvious that he would've been noticed anyways. He was probably in the medical bay now taking one of those anti-alcohol stims. She looked around at the others in the Lounge. Things had calmed down a bit. She supposed that she could pay a visit to Kael, maybe apologize. But of course, there were other people in the med bay. More intoxicated people like Lizzy. Amy figured that she would wait a few minutes.

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, she got up and walked over to the bar, attempting to sit as far away from Ruki as possible. That put her right next to Norman Capell, a British man she had never spoken to. What was apparent though was that he seemed to despise Americans like herself, so Amy hoped that that he wouldn't say a thing. She took a seat and ordered a shot of whisky. She knew she needed a break from everything around her.

[Charmera]

Yukiko stayed silent throughout the whole affair, the shouting starting to give her a headache. She would have interfered herself had Ruki not done so, though she was glad she didn't have to do so. She might have snapped at one of them, and that would not have been pretty. She sighed, leaning back into the bar. She then grabbed her pack of cigarettes. Taking one of them from the pack, she put it into her mouth and grabbed her lighter. Already burnt into my second for the day. Only got two left for the post mission. She thought, thinking on her whole four a day policy. She shook her head and put the cig back and her lighter, rubbing her temple. Besides, Laurens might get on my case again...

[Isle of Lithonia]

Duncan paused a moment after Ruki's outburst. With his own drink in hand, he approached the LC. "I must say, Janus, that was some dressing down. Middle schoolers might have been a bit strong, but I can't say you were wrong. Still, that is likely a different discussion and as you said, we are back leisure time. So instead, let me ask, why have forsaken your greater femininity today? You know how much I love it."

Lieutenant Commander Ruki
OPC Shrouded Dawn, Lounge Room

God, this day was already a pain in the motherfucking ass. But the LC couldn't do too much about it, and so he just sat there sipping the vodka.

When the Constable headed over to him, he'd finished about a third of the glass. Although the nickname that Duncan used was just a tad out of line when speaking to one's superior, Ruki just ignored it. Enough reprimanding had gone on today, and he merely wanted to relax for the little time he had left.

Without looking at the man, Ruki replied in a calm tone, "As you know, I don't choose whether I am male or female. It just happens. And at this point, I'm male. That's all there is to it."

Frowning slowly, he made a stiff salute. " With all due respect, I'd like to head to the Med bay for some pain killers and a check up in a particularly bad stomach ache I've been having." Elijah said, turning as he strode towards the med bay, just behind Lizzy.

Sitting down on a sterile looking white bed, he pulled off the top of his BDU, leaving him in a tan T-shirt as he lay back, looking over as Lizzy and winking at her with a smirk.

As the man began to head for the Med Bay, Ruki knew he was up to no good. And to protect his currently drunk Constable (Lizzy), in spite of it being her own stupidity that caused the problem, the LC called out to Valatyera, "Senior Constable? I am temporarily giving you the authority to ake sure Mr. Smith keeps his hands off of Elizabeth. If he pulls any shit, let me know and I'll personally tear his ass off. He has been given orders to keep his hands off her, and that order still stands."

And after that, he watched the woman take Lizzy off to Medical.

Trenna turned back to Ruki, and massaged her temple after his outbursts.

"You deserve the drink, sir."
She threw her hair back over her shoulders, the way it should have been, exposing her lieutenant insignia on the epaulets of her dress.
"Dispatch is the same as always- lots of one on one time with Nelson, listening to the world fall apart below us. And fixing this ship up. Dawn is getting a bit older now, it isn't so simple to keep her flying around the planet as it once was."
She sighed.
"All in all, it is like the job is meant to be, sir.

Come to think of it, she was rather surprised that Ruki had even remembered her name, or recognized her face- most people on the ship only knew the sound of her voice in their ear during operations, and never cared to ask her name.

Perhaps that was why she had started the conversation, just to prove someone knew her. At any rate, she was already pleased by the talk, and sat back comfortably.

Ruki sighed, turning back to his drink. After downing it, the alcohol began its miraculous work on him. Now much more relaxed than before, he nodded to the dispatcher. "It seems you have quite a workload. I know most people don't take the time to appreciate just how important and taxing your job is, but I personally want to thank you for your work. I know that on many occasions, you've saved many an officer's life by providing us the information we need. And keeping this ship intact is by no means simple. Those of us in command do appreciate your constant efforts."

He gave her a partial grin, which was about the best he could do in his still-slightly-pissed-off state.






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Wait a goddamn second, Ruki had given express orders to the dick named Elijah that he was to head to his room. The Author suddenly realized it, and made the quick, and massive, edit.

Hearing the asshole try to excuse himself to the med bay, Ruki exploded again. Turning to Lieutenant Yukiko, and Sergeant Mclean, he bellowed, "You two, get that insubordinate son-of-a-bitch, and forcibly bring him the fuck back here! I gave him strict orders to gett to his room, and he has refused to submit. I can tolerate many things, but insubordination against the Lieutenant Commander is never tolerated!!! Drag that bastard back here, and we will see about his punishment."

Turning to the Major, he spoke with a level, amazingly respectful tone. "Sir, Senior Constable Smith has constantly refused to comply with orders, and treats his senior officers with constant disrespect. I would like your permission to either demote him, or find some other form of punishment suitable for his direct insubordination. We cannot trust someone on the field when he can't seem to even listen to his superiors off the field."

[Ulvenes]

Khalid was steaming. Not only had the british man completely ignored him, but the other prick had walked in and gone off like suicide bomb. Plus some promiscuous young woman was attempting to seduce the blemish in the force. And that's when his cigar ash fell right onto his pants. A cumination of the circumstances threw him into a rage. But no, Khalid wouldn't fly off the handle like the CO. He would plan, and he would wait, just like in ISIS. Gathering up what was left of the hot tea, he stuffed the Quran back into his uniform and walked over to the wolf girl, much as he would have preferred not to. Khalid lit up another cigar as his previous one burned down to a nub, ordered another cup of tea, and another whiskey on the rocks, just to spite the commanding officer. If it came to it, Khalid was sure that he could humiliate the man in a battle of wits or strength, whichever it came to. He pushed his glasses up his nose a a little bit, turned to the cat girl and spoke.

"Salam." He greeted her in traditional persian, paying no heed to her rank, of course, as she was a woman. Khalid knew that Ulrica was the squad's sniper, and despite her rather promiscuous attire, he decided to strike up a conversation with her. "So, err, Ulrica. What kind of rifle do you utilize in you're neutralizing of threats? I personally used the SVD 171 back when I was sniping. Thing was reliable to 1800 meters." At the same time, he offered her a cigar.

Ulrica was shocked to see the LT explode again, but figured she had bigger concerns than her, and didn't get up. She gave a gentle nod to the new arrival, listened to him for a brief moment, before reaching over and tapping a few buttons on her wrist-mounted TACPAD and pulled up a 3D diagram of her prototype gaussgun pop up and hover a few inches above her wrist to show him. The words "It's a prototype gaussgun, or a coilgun. The total range is currently unknown, but it should be better than my old Cheytac. Shouldn't have to worry about bullet drop either cause the round is traveling at such a massive velocity. This kind of weapon has been in prototype stages since early two thousand, so most of the kinks should be worked out." were typed out under it.

[Brechalht]

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