Posted by Gamemaster Budgie (Gamemaster) in Main Sim- Mess Hall/Sickbay
Privates Matthew Maher “Match” and Sally Eriksson “Stick” were inseparable. They had joined the Marines together and had stayed in the same regiment. They were the best of friends. They hadn’t been on the Wolverine very long and they had already found the mess hall. It was mostly bare at this time save for a couple of men and a small group of Ensigns. As they weren’t due to be on duty for a while yet they had naturally begun to drink. Match and Stick were deep in conversation talking about the prospective mission.
“I don’t know Stick. I’m not sure what to expect, I just follow orders, I’m a Private I’m not paid to think.” Stick let out a frustrated sigh.
“That’s so like you Match. You never want to think outside the box or above your station. Don’t you want to be promoted someday? Maybe one day make it to Captain like our Cap’?” Match almost choaked on his drink.
“What, be like that arrogant whatsit. No way.” Sally shook her head.
“Well, I want to be a Captain one day. Maybe I’ll get there and make you my Sergeant, whether you like it or not!” She exclaimed and Match burst out laughing. A figure then approached the table where they were sitting, cleared his throat and glared down at the two marines. The figure was a big human, broad shouldered and at least 6ft 5. He tried to be imposing and intimidating as possible.
“What you laughin’ at?” He growled. “This is my spot. Clear off.” He stated. Match and Stick bristled at the interruption.
“Move along friend, we were here first.” Match stated taking a swig of beer from his pint glass. The Ensign’s growl deepened, he didn’t like being told “no”, especially not by some good for nothing Marines.
“I’m warning you, move.”
“Oooo, warning now is he?” Stick said mockingly. “What you gonna do big man? Get all angry and sulky.” She added with a mocking sad face.
“Go away and leave us alone.” Match stated. The man boiled over with anger, how dare they.
“Aww, look he’s getting all angry now, aww poor man.” Stick mocked again. “Go and cry and scream into your pillow.” Match laughed at this.
“Did mummy not love you enough?” Stick continued. This was too much for the man and he broke. He landed a punch straight into Stick’s face. Her world went high pitched and black for a moment. She shook her head and shoved the man away, Match leapt to his feet instantly running over to try and grapple the man. The man turned and aimed a punch at Match who predicted this and dodged out of the way. Another man joined and a full on fight ensued. Match and Stick had been doing well keeping the men at bay being on the defensive blocking punches and kicks, sending some back. It was going well until one of the men produced a knife, the only thing Match and Stick knew of this was when the world started spinning and they could feel trails of a sticky substance ooze out of them. They both dropped to the floor, the men with the knives ran away. The group of Ensigns who had been watching the fight leapt up.
=^= Ensign Bogin to Sickbay. We’ve got two marines with serious knife wounds, they’re in a bad way. Get to the mess hall now! It’ll need both Doctors I’m afraid. =^= The young Ensign sounded panicked.

GM Budgie

Dradvia paused, Knife wounds? =/\=On our way.=/\= “Conway, let’s go.” Dradvia grabbed two trauma kits and handed him one as they raced down the corridor. The mess was one deck up from sickbay.

Dradvia called the lift with her medical emergency override, they hopped on. She palmed a hypo in her pocket, dialing it in for a strong sedative, just in case, anyone needed to be subdued to stop from causing more trouble.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer