Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in CoS Office - Some Stew Is Not Meant To Be Eaten

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in CoS Office - Some Stew Is Not Meant To Be Eaten

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in CoS Office - Some Stew Is Not Meant To Be Eaten
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Mardusk was pissed. More mad than he cared to admit and part of that was his feeling that the Captain; the woman he had stuck by, defended, and supported without question… even when she was wrong… had let him down and left him swinging in the breeze. To say the meeting with the CO and XO had not gone well was the understatement of the year. And that smug blue-skinned little sycophant… Mardusk thought to himself. Doesn’t even listen… just repeats the same garbage over and over… and his jaw muscles clenched his teeth together as the massive Orion tried not to lash out and put a hole in something.

He stepped off the turbo lift and went into the office. NE G’loy, on duty, looked up and was about to say something when he saw the Security Chief’s face and simply looked down at his terminal and tried not to catch the wrath that was evident.

Mardusk walked into his office and made sure the door was locked and then he started cussing a streak that would have made a Naussican slave-trader squirm in uncomfortableness.

Mardusk, CoS

Revna had seen reports about a bar fight, involving security, marines, civilians, and Mike. Whom Revna had not met yet. She was, to say the least, already forming a headache at the thought of this. She was going to have to talk to everyone involved, despite the reports that crossed her desk stating discipline had already been decided.
She had to talk to Mardusk anyway, and Styxx, but she was of the mind that they needed a forced buddy system to get over this non-sense. In this case rules and regulations were causing problems, and Revna had some ideas about that as well, but that didn’t concern the crew. Right now her priority was the crew. Star Fleet and Federation Marine Corp policy was a fight for another day.

Revna walked in about the time that the grumbling, rolling, inventive, loud, carrying cussing streak reached its crescendo. Revna simply smiled, waved NE G’loy’s warning away and approached the door. It didn’t open and she started to press the chime and thought better of it. She lifted a well formed fist and banged hard on the door in rapid succession. “Don’t forget Níð, argr, ragr and ergi while your at it!” She called out in her native old Scandinavian. She stepped back from the door, knowing how intimidating Mardusk could be, even without being mad.

OOC: Just for reference: Ergi, argr and ragr were the severe insults made by calling someone a coward, and due to its severity old Scandinavian laws demanded retribution for this accusation if it had turned out unjustified.
Lt Edman, Counselor

The swearing stopped for a moment; then a subtle pounding could be felt in the deck and the door slid open. The Counselor stood face-to-chest with the Security Chief. “Good. You’re here.” and two hands grasped her arms and lifted her off the deck and into the room; where he simply turned and set her on her feet and began pacing back and forth. The man was angry… very, very angry… but there was also noticeable confusion on his face. “Sit. Drink?” he asked in short, clipped phrases.

Mardusk, CoS

Revna had been ‘man handled’ by security officers before, when the situation called for quick action. Usually when she was helping medical in a dangerous situation. But being ‘man handled’ by the CoS of Atlantis was a whole different ball game. And would be comical if the man wasn’t so mad. “No and no.” Was her clipped reply. Revna was also irritated and angry but she wasn’t as impressive. And before she could address her issue she needed o help him. “Don’t stop the cussing on my account. I promise I can keep up.”
Lt Edman, counselor

Mardusk looked at her and massive arm rose and single green index finger pointed at the bulkhead in the general direction of the bridge. “That arrogant, stubborn, bullheaded, blue-skinned NEANDERTHAL!!” Mardusk said, bellowing the last word. “I go to the CO and XO. I sit in her office with her XO and I lay out what happened. Then I lay out a plan Styxx and I came up with together to try and address this BULLS^%$ that sits between Marines and Security. And that piece of targ dung just sits there smirking and talking down to me about how I’m trying to set up the Marines to look bad. Trying to make them feel inferior. I explain to that rat bastard that I… we… Styxx and I together for a change… are doing what we can with the broken-ass system we have to abide by… and he just blows me off and says the same line we are always told.” and he made robot-arm motions as he spoke. “‘Work together’. ‘Operate under the same flag’. Beep boop bop. Blah blah blah. And when I explain calmly and rationally with facts why we aren’t allowed to that, he blows me off!” and he slammed his palm on the desk. He then leaned forward and said more softly but through gritted teeth “And then the Skipper… the Sipper of all people… looks at me and says when I ask to leave because I am getting pissed I’m being blown off: ‘No. You have to try to find consensus.’ when I just spent the last f&^%$ng twenty minutes trying to do exactly that only to be looked at like I’M the problem!!!!!!” and he threw himself back in his chair.

“I am half tempted to take my big green ass off this ship.” and he shook his head solemnly.

Mardusk, CoS