>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: You Can't Go Home Again Day: 10 Stardate: 2444.06.10 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars Facility – Mission Ops - Ensign JG Erin Cortes - 0731) (Mars Facility – Willliams-Verin Family Quarters – aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams and Mission OPS Ensign JG Billy Alexander - 08:03) (Mars Facilities – Gymnasium – Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor -DrPH – 0950) (USS Mystique – Deck 11, Machine shop- aACSO(R), Ensign Sekal- 1000) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay Staging area– aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams -10:00) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay Staging area– Ensign JG Ravok-10:01) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay Staging area– Pilot - Ensign JG Ire Williams -10:03) (Mars Facilities - Counsellor's Office - Ensign JG Erin Cortez - 1011 ) (Mars Facilities – Engineering, CEO Office – aACEO – Ensign JG Keira Merek -1012) (Mars Facilities - Counsellor's Office - Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor -DrPH – 1031) (Mars Facilities - Counsellor's Office - Ensign JG Erin Cortez – 1032) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, SECOPS - Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 1131) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Security Office 4 - Ens(jg) Carson Peters and Ens(jg) Billy Alexander- 1200) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Security Office 4 - Ens(jg) Carson Peters and Ens(jg) Trip Williams- 1400) (Mars Facility – Red Sands Tavern - Ensign JG Billy Alexander and Ensign JG Erin Cortez - 20:00) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (Mars Facility – Mission Ops - Ensign JG Erin Cortes - 0731) Walking into mission ops, she smiled wickedly noting the absence of her target. Walking over to his desk, she placed a simple and yet very effective note on his desk that simply read, "Good luck finding the rest of them. That's for the glitter bomb." and then promptly secured a piece of paper to his chair. Smiling at her handiwork, she left ops with a grin on her face and began to walk around the base leaving pieces of paper in random places. ~you want a war, you got one.~ (Reply Billy, Any) (Posted by Jackie) Mars Facility – Willliams-Verin Family Quarters – aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams and Mission OPS Ensign JG Billy Alexander - 08:03) Trip had been up since 0600 baking cookies in the small little oven that he had acquired for the shared quarters he had with his twin sister. Much like his father he loved to cook and bake. There was something extra magical about a cookie that was real and not made from a replicator. He needed to have them done before going on shift as he wasn't going to get another chance and he wanted them to be done before she got back. He also needed to make another dozen or so for his cousin Billy who had joined him that morning for breakfast. "I'm telling you Trip, I was going to apologize to her but she reprogrammed my alarm clock to wake me up at 0300. I mean yeah, credit to her, she knows how to prank, but it is just frustrating. Like she really, truly, thinks that I would actually have security detain her. Calling her Time Bomb is a joke, but I don't joke with security. Not to mention, I don't think she is important enough to even have security bother her for a joke. Like is she that full of herself that she thinks I care so much about teasing her I would go through those lengths. Not a chance!" Trip just stood there and nodded as he put a batch of cookies in the oven. "It's like ugh, and I don't know what to do next, because all the things that come to mind are probably illegal. Or might get me in real trouble. Like transporting her directly into a sewage treatment plant. Like right into the sewage." Billy had a sinister twinkle in his eyes. "Billy don't do anything stupid. That's my department. Besides, sewage isn't all bad....well it is, and I have taken three showers a day since I was given latrine duty." Trip went over and put some of the cookies in a container. Then he had the replicator creating a large envelope. that he quickly placed the cookies in. "Trip, I need an idea. What should I do?" "Billy, you write I'm sorry Erin, sincerely Billy on the outside of this envelope, then place the envelope filled with cookies on her desk. Then when she gets back from the trip, she sees the cookies, think you're sweet and you can slay her with kindness." ~Then you can ask her out, because the last time you were obsessed with pranking a girl like this was in the 3rd grade with Amberly Graves, who ended up being your first crush. So I'm pretty sure you like Cortez, bless your heart.~ "Seriously Trip, slay her with kindness. That is all you have." Billy was hoping his cousin would be more helpful. "Look Billy, here is the thing, you prank her, she pranks you, it is a never ending cycle. Is that what you want?" "No Trip, I want to win!" "Billy," Trip paused, ~You want this to keep going, because deep down you know it means she remains obsessed with you.~ Walking over to the replicator Trip procured a large vial of glitter. He took the envelope and poured the contents into the envelope and then sealed it shut. "Here, be careful with it, it's a glitter bomb. Once she opens it, there will be glitter everywhere. You still need to write, Sorry for the transporter prank, sincerely Billy. But now once she opens it, she'll have glitter all over her office and clothes, maybe even her hair. Either way, you get her back. And she gets cookies so she can't be to mad at you." Billy smiled an mischievous smile. "Trip you are the best. This will be great." The two then carried on with breakfast as normal. As soon as it was over, Billy left and delivered the special package to the counseling suite, having it placed in Erin's office on her desk. (reply Erin when she opens the package) (posted by Will) Mars Facilities – Gymnasium – Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor -DrPH – 0950) One of the things that Dural got into during his tenure at Earth was the sport of boxing. It was a good way to keep in shape, learn to defend one’s self and you could gain respect and meet all sorts of different people. His usual work out partner Gonzales was actually the one who introduced him to the practice. He called himself the “Mexican Don King”. Dural had to look it up, he was apparently a famous fight promoter in the Twentieth Century on Earth. Gonzales referred to himself this way, the Cardassian found out later because he would pride himself in getting anyone to fight anyone else, he also had a very good eye for talent. Who would have known such a forward statement of “You look like you can punch really hard. You ever boxed before?” Who would have known such an odd statement would be the start of a pastime and work out regimen for Dural and one of his most cherished friends. His hands wrapped, black t-shirt, his silk boxer shorts black trimmed with gold and black boxer’s shoes completed the outfit. His scheduled work out for today was circuit training followed by heavy bag work, his style being a slugger he wanted to maintain his power, even if he was working on endurance today. Twelve exercises or stations in between a lap around the gym at sprinting speed. Each was designed to increase the output power and endurance of major muscle groups. He was about to start the circuit and his communicator chirped. =^=Cortez to Doctor Dural.=^= ~Cortez is a counsellor.~ He remembered clearly from the medical personnel roster. “Dural here Counsellor.” He said answering the call. =^=Could you report to my office, please?=^= “I suspect this is for my Command mandated counselling before we make way for Trill. I was just about to work out, but I understand we all have busy schedules. With a uniform change I can be in your office in twenty minutes?” =^= Thankyou.=^= (USS Mystique – Deck 11, Machine shop- aACSO(R), Ensign Sekal- 1000) He had started work early this morning and had a pile of several baseplates and covers that would need to be reworked. Owing to the amount of damage that had sustained the four would be replaced en masse. This would require some hours of work here on the ship. He had been in contact with the aACEO Merek however and she had assured him that there was a facility on the surface that would do the work for him. It was not a question of effort but if it was more efficient to use the facility then it was a logical move. He activated his combadge. "Chief Merek I have four forms that need to be rebuilt. I assume that you require the data to be sent to you for their construction which you can then forward to the facility." (Reply: Merek) "Very well, sending now. I will keep the deficient ones here and recycle them after it has been determined that the replacements are within tolerance." (Reply: Merek) After sending the data to engineering he made his way to the door. He was going to take his lunch in his cabin and check on the cat he had brought to the ship with him. The creature seemed to adjust well to the surroundings but he realized after the preparatory work was concluded to make the ship functional he would have to spend more time with it. And there was still the matter of a name. (Reply: None needed) (Posted by Charles Gatling) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay Staging area– aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams -10:00) As the preparations for the trip to Trill were underway, Trip had been busy trying to organize the Fighter Wing before he left. They would need to remain behind and defend Sector 001, so their organization was off the utmost importance. He would only be taking a handful of the personnel and he would ensure that for the lion share of the department would remain on Mars. They had however received enough personnel to make that happened and were able to find enough materials in the shipyards to get all of the current fighters up and running and were able to bring the total number of fighters in each squadron up to 12. There were three additional fighters being housed as well, for a total of 51 fighters in the wing. One of those were for Trip's personal with the other two to be used as his wingmen if he were to fly into combat, but Trip was jokingly referring to them as Ire's backup fighters. He had spent much of the morning doing logistics, it made his head hurt, and he had come to realize that as the acting head of the wing, he would be spending a lot less time flying and a lot more time doing paperwork, making sure things got done, going to meetings. In fact before he left, he would need to meet with Ensign Peters to go over some security measures, from an aerial perspective, while they were gone. Before all that though he needed to go through his weekly department briefing. Well the first of what would eventually become weekly briefings. As he walked up to the podium he smiled. It would be an enjoyable meeting, he hoped anyways. "Just a quick briefing as there is work to do and we need to get the Red Dragons back up in the air. First and foremost, you have all been doing a phenomenal job and I would like to commend you for it. Keep up the good work. Secondly, Starfleet Medical informs me that Ensign Petrova will make as close to a full recovery as can be imagined. Or so they predict. But she still has a long way to go and won't be returning to us for at least three to six months at all. If you would like to contact her or send her any well wishes, her contact info will be in the briefing notes I will send you after this meeting. As such, Ensign Smith, your taking over of the White Skulls will continue on a permanent basis. Along with that, due to my current responsibilities, it has become increasingly more difficult for me to give as much attention to the Red Dragons and patrol time as I need. I have oversight over all four squadrons, and taking direct responsibility for one of them, well I'm not superhuman. As such Ensign Shinsuke Kurosawa will be taking over as the head of the Red Dragons moving forward. I will be taking one of the extra three fighters and the designation Ares One when in the air. If we scramble and encounter combat, I will take command from Ares One, with Chief Taris in Ares Two, And Chief Rodriguez in Ares Three. Chiefs Taris and Rodriguez will also be removed from the Red Dragons and will serve under me personally in administration and liaison roles. Ensign Kurosawa and Shara, Chief Taris will be my liason to both your squadrons. Ensign Williams and Smith, Chief Rodriguez will function in that same role with both of you." Trip paused and took a sip of water. "We will not be taking any squadrons with us to Trill. We need all of them to stay here just in case. We will however be taking Ares One, Warbird One, and Haunter One with us just in case. Ravok, I know you will be moving over to tactical while on the Mystique, but I will work it out with Ensign Peters that if we need to sortie, you'll be flying. Ire, you will also be on the flight team if needed. With that being said. While I am gone, Ensign V'Ros, current designation Haunter Two will be in charge of the Void Haunters and Ensign Colleen Drexel, current designation Warbird Two, will oversee the Warbirds. Chief Taris and Chief Rodriguez will temporarily fill in for the missing fighter in each of those squadrons. As for overall command structure while I am gone. Ensign Smith and Ensign Kurosawa will share those responsibilities. But I expect periodic reports and updates." Taking another sip of water. "Now then, those of you going to Trill have already been informed, it is mainly our Flight Officers, as those designated Aviators are more needed here. Every one of our Flight Officers are classed to fly a starship, though myself and Ensign Williams will take the lion's share of that work. Anyways. That is enough of the boring part. I have finally gone through enough of my paperwork to get the following awards authorized. First all those who partook the mission to the Kuiper belt will be receiving the Combat Action Ribbon. They are on the table in the back with your names on the boxes. Also I need Ensign Shara and Ensign Williams to please come forward." (reply Ire, and Ravok) Trip took out two boxes. "First I am awarding to Ensign Petrova, Ensign Williams, and Ensign Shara the Squadron Commander's Commendation for exemplary work during our recent battle, for taking charge of the actual combat, and leading their flights with valor and honor. I have sent Ensign Petrova's to her on Earth." Trip took the two medals and pinned them on the uniforms of Ire and Ravok. "Gentlemen, I expect you to keep this work up." (Reply Ire and Ravok) "Lastly, while unfortunately I can not award this to Ensign Petrova as her injuries were not suffered in combat, there is one among us who almost died on the battlefield. As such, it is my privilege and joy, mainly because you are still alive, to present Ensign Ravok Shara with the Ribbon of Sacrifice for being gravely wounded in action while serving the armed forces of the United Federation of Planets." Trip then pinned the medal on him while the rest of the department applauded. (Reply Ravok) "Now, Ensign Williams, we know you have a tendency to destroy crafts, but please don't destroy the next one just so you can get a medal." Trip said with a playful laugh. (reply Ire) "Now then, you are all dismissed, get to work." As the masses bega to depart Trip made his way to his office. (reply Ire, Ravok) (posted by Will) 10:01) "First all those who partook the mission to the Kuiper belt will be receiving the Combat Action Ribbon. They are on the table in the back with your names on the boxes. Also I need Ensign Shara and Ensign Williams to please come forward." Trip said. Ravok stood up and walked forward with Ire at his side. ~ Oh I just love having all eyes on me~Ravok thought to himself sarcastically. Trip took out two boxes. "First I am awarding to Ensign Petrova, Ensign Williams, and Ensign Shara the Squadron Commander's Commendation for exemplary work during our recent battle, for taking charge of the actual combat, and leading their flights with valor and honor. I have sent Ensign Petrova's to her on Earth." Trip took the two medals and pinned them on the uniforms of Ire and Ravok. "Gentlemen, I expect you to keep this work up." Ravok could only think of everyone else who risked their lives. To him having them all alive was more rewarding than this but he was honored by the sentiment. " Thank you Sir, I will , we all will." Ravok responded to Trip. ( reply Ire) "Lastly, while unfortunately I can not award this to Ensign Petrova as her injuries were not suffered in combat, there is one among us who almost died on the battlefield. As such, it is my privilege and joy, mainly because you are still alive, to present Ensign Ravok Shara with the Ribbon of Sacrifice for being gravely wounded in action while serving the armed forces of the United Federation of Planets." Trip then pinned the medal on him while the rest of the department applauded. Ravok was slightly uncomfortable accepting this award. All he did was his job. It was his duty. He was grateful for the award, but again couldn't help but think of everyone else who took part in the mission and the sacrifices they made as well. " Thank you again Sir, I accept this and dedicate it to all who took place in the mission" Ravok said. He felt selfish. But once again honored that Trip awarded him with medal. "Now, Ensign Williams, we know you have a tendency to destroy crafts, but please don't destroy the next one just so you can get a medal." Trip said with a playful laugh. Ravok fought hard to hold in his laughter and lowered his head. Trying to holding it in. ~ Oh no, why did you have to go there Trip. Oh man~ Ravok thought to himself (reply Ire) "Now then, you are all dismissed, get to work." Trip said as he walked off Ravok walked out of the meeting. After grabbing his combat action ribbon. He felt proud and undeserving at the same time. He was very conflicted at the moment a part of him wanted to hug Trip and thank him . Another part of him wanted to lay the medals on his desk and refuse acceptance of them because he was only doing his job. This made him feel unappreciative as well, but he knew why such awards. They were given to remind people of duty and what to strive for. It was very human to award someone for almost dying. Among Romulans that historically didnt call for an award but for a punishment of lacking in their duties. Perfection was expected at all times. Ravok decided to pay the M03 hangar a visit . ( reply Ire) ( posted by Davis) (Mars Facility – Hangar Bay Staging area– Pilot - Ensign JG Ire Williams -10:03) “….First all those who partook the mission to the Kuiper belt will be receiving the Combat Action Ribbon…” ~That’s good they need the recognition it was a hard mission~ “….They are on the table in the back with your names on the boxes. Also I need Ensign Shara and Ensign Williams to please come forward." ~Oh ow~ He automatically stepped forward with Ravok. He saw Trip took out two boxes and eyed the wearily ~What are you up to~ "First I am awarding to Ensign Petrova, Ensign Williams, and Ensign Shara the Squadron Commander's Commendation for exemplary work during our recent battle, for taking charge of the actual combat, and leading their flights with valor and honor. I have sent Ensign Petrova's to her on Earth." ~What I didn’t do any more then the others. Ravok got shot and Alex nearly died for prophet’s sake. All I did was make sure my squadron survived. I don’t need a meddle for doing my job~ Trip took the two medals and pinned them on the uniforms of Ire and Ravok. "Gentlemen, I expect you to keep this work up." " Thank you Sir, I will , we all will." Ravok responded to Trip and Ire nodded. “Yes Sir we will.” "Lastly, while unfortunately I can not award this to Ensign Petrova as her injuries were not suffered in combat, there is one among us who almost died on the battlefield. As such, it is my privilege and joy, mainly because you are still alive, to present Ensign Ravok Shara with the Ribbon of Sacrifice for being gravely wounded in action while serving the armed forces of the United Federation of Planets." He watched as Trip then pinned the medal on Ravok and applauded along with the rest of the department. ~Good for you. You crazy Romulan~ Ire smiled at his friend. " Thank you again Sir, I accept this and dedicate it to all who took place in the mission" Ravok said. "Now, Ensign Williams, we know you have a tendency to destroy crafts, but please don't destroy the next one just so you can get a medal." ~Thanks Trip. Infront of everyone~ Trip said with a playful laugh and he could feel Ravok trying to keep a straight face ~Two can play at that game~ “Don’t worry Sir. I would not dream of it, but I do have large empty medal rack in my quarters which I need to fill.” He said cheerfully and heard a couple of groans from the crowd behind him along with a few giggles. "Now then, you are all dismissed, get to work." Ire stiffened to attention again and slowly departed with the others as he slid the medal into his uniform pocket. He spotted Greta as she moved to the door and went over. “Greta congratulations about getting the White Skulls.” “Thanks Ire. Its grate to get my own squadron but not under these circumstances.” “I totally understand. You up for a celebratory drink for your promotion?” “We can go before I go up tonight.” ~If you are not snowed under with paperwork~ “Okay see you later.” He then headed to hanger 1 to see how much paperwork there was piling up for him. (Reply Trip, Ravok, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Mars Facilities - Counsellor's Office - Ensign JG Erin Cortez - 1011 ) Knowing that she had most of the crew evaluations assigned to her done for the moment, Erin knew there were a couple that were proving more elusive than others. Looking down at the display on her desk, she noted there were two left. Pressing her Combadge, she called her next victim. "Cortez to Doctor Dural." (Reply Dural) "Could you report to my office, please?" (Reply Dural) "Thankyou." (Reply Dural) (Reply Dural, Any) (Posted by Jackie) (Mars Facilities – Engineering, CEO Office – aACEO – Ensign JG Keira Merek -1012) =^= Chief Merek I have four forms that need to be rebuilt. I assume that you require the data to be sent to you for their construction which you can then forward to the facility. =^= She tapped her combadge answering the hail. “Yes, we can handle that once you send the specifications over.” =^= Very well, sending now. I will keep the deficient ones here and recycle them after it has been determined that the replacements are within tolerance. =^= She looked over the specifications that were just sent to her terminal. Sekal’s measurements were with in extremely tight specifications. ~No wonder he rejected so many.~ “I should be able to get the first few to you by this afternoon. If you don’t hear from me by say 1400 hours, I would advise you to check on the status. Merek out.” (Reply None) (Posted by Todd) (Mars Facilities - Counsellor's Office - Medical Officer – Ensign JG Dural Methor -DrPH – 1031) The door chimed and he was quickly let in. “You wished to see me counsellor?” he said hands clasped behind his back. (Reply Cortez) “I assumed, the timing and your profession and given that we’ve never met until this point, it was the most likely conclusion.” He said. (Reply Cortez) “Before we begin, however I would, first like to thank you.” He began earnestly. (Reply Cortez) “Don’t know if you know the Cardassian language with out a universal translator, or if it was just an attempt to call me by my given name to establish a report, it is however refreshing someone not refer to me as “Doctor Methor”. “ He explained. (Reply Cortez) “So then you don’t know Cardassian. I grew up not knowing my parents, they died when I was very young. In my culture family is everything. They introduce you to society, they give you the contacts you will need later… my “surname” is Cardassian for orphan, though it carries a more negative connotation that doesn’t translate to Federation standard. Myself and fellow orphans were lesser members of society. It was fortunate that they even allowed me into military service when I came of age. It was them not allowing an orphan into the ranks of the officers despite a promising career that lead me to the Federation and ultimately here to Mars” (Reply Cortez) (Posted by Todd) (Mars Facilities - Counsellor's Office - Ensign JG Erin Cortez – 1032) Erin opened the door and smiled, warmly, as the Cardassian man walked through, You wished to see me counsellor?” "Yes, please take a seat. You have probably guessed by now that I called you here for crew evaluation purposes." “I assumed, the timing and your profession and given that we’ve never met until this point, it was the most likely conclusion.” He said. "Word travels fast around this place. " She replied with a smile. “Before we begin, however I would, first like to thank you.” Raising an eyebrow, Erin looked at him, "For what?" “Don’t know if you know the Cardassian language with out a universal translator, or if it was just an attempt to call me by my given name to establish a report, it is however refreshing someone not refer to me as “Doctor Methor”. “ "I can honestly say that I don't. My mother was a Doctor on board a star ship and she may have taught me a few things." “So then you don’t know Cardassian. I grew up not knowing my parents, they died when I was very young. In my culture family is everything. They introduce you to society, they give you the contacts you will need later… my “surname” is Cardassian for orphan, though it carries a more negative connotation that doesn’t translate to Federation standard. Myself and fellow orphans were lesser members of society. It was fortunate that they even allowed me into military service when I came of age. It was them not allowing an orphan into the ranks of the officers despite a promising career that lead me to the Federation and ultimately here to Mars” Erin, taking a deep breath, leaned back in her seat and regarded him for a moment, "That must have been hard. Not knowing your parents." (Reply Dural) Nodding, Erin looked down at her PADD and then back up to him, "Tell me something, as a Cardassian, particularly one in Starfleet, it cannot have been easy for you. Have you found being here, on this base with all the new Ensigns such as myself, refreshing?" (reply Dural) "And our mission, to Trill, how do you see your role within the mission?" (reply Dural) (Reply Dural, Any) (Posted by Jackie) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, SECOPS - Ens(jg) Carson Peters - 1131) Carson had finished his morning briefings and was now overseeing some work being done to the SECOPS centre. It had been almost fully functional for the past week or so, but a few niggling issues needed resolving before he joined the crew for the mission to Trill. "Thanks," he said someone handed him some documentation to review and sign to show that the work had been completed. "There you go," he handed it back and nodded to the departing Engineers. ~Excellent~ he thought to himself as he handed off the duty of the room to Ensign Flagg and made his way to his office. As he did, he spotted a large piles of paper documents sitting on the desk of Petty Officer Jambule. Odd as it was that there was a pile of paper, it was even odder that they were coloured and seemed to have a large photo in the middle of them. Intrigued, he walked over to find out what the Petty Officer was doing, "What do we have here?" as he made it to the desk and picked one up. The Petty Officer jumped to his feet, "Sorry, Sir... Didn't see you there." "No need for the apology." Carson said, but he made a mental note to include the Petty Officer in the next training session which included peripheral vision exercises. "How odd." he said as he turned the paper over, "Are they all like this?" "Yes, Sir. Every single one of them," Jambule nodded, "Security Officers having been bringing them back with them from their rounds. I'd wager there are a ton more of them, but they've only been taking the ones which are over critical peices of infrastructure, signs or terminals" Carson's smile turned into more of a frown, "Plastered over usable terminals?" he asked. "Yes, Sir. They seem to be centered around the Ops areas. I was just about to get in touch with the William Alexander which is mentioned on the poster." Jambule said, eager to impress. "Well I very much doubt he put these posters up himself," Carson looked it over again, "The red suit is certainly... something, I'll tell you what- let me pull him in. See what he makes of it." "Yes, Sir." came the response as Carson grabbed the pile of posters and took them to his office. "Computer do a name search of the bases personnel, William Alexander." he said as he put the pile down and sat in the empty chair. [William Alexander, Ensign within Mission Operations] came the computers response and the Ensigns file popped up on the screen. Carson then tapped his comm. badge, "Ensign Alexander, this is Ensign Peters. Are you free for a chat?" (Reply Alexander) "At your earliest convenience please, I have something rather disturbing of yours that you may want back." (Reply Alexander) (Posted by Jono Bradley (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Security Office 4 - Ens(jg) Carson Peters and Ens(jg) Billy Alexander- 1200) As Billy walked into the security complex he knew exactly why he was summoned, the posters. He knew for two reasons, one he had seen them and two, because his cousin Trip had given him the heads up that he had given that particular picture to Erin Cortez, the woman he called Time Bomb. While she thought she could get a rise out of Billy, he actually loved that picture and costume. Which was why Trip had given her that picture. Hoping that it would be something that was relatively tame that Billy would get bored with the prank war. However, much to Trip’s chagrin, when the picture began circulating, Billy remarked playfully that he knew the perfect way to pay her back. Walking over to Ens Peter’s office he pressed the chime and entered, “You wanted to see me?” Carson looked up from the terminal as the chime rang and saw Ensign Alexander stood in the doorway. He smiled slightly and held up one of the posters so he could compare the photo on it to the man that was before him. They resembled each other, though the photo seemed to have been taken when he was a little younger. “Come in,” he said to the man and pointed towards one of the seats as an invitation to sit, “Did you want a drink or anything?” “Nah, man, I’m good. Let me guess, is this about the posters? You know, I didn’t actually do anything wrong. It’s an old halloween photo. I went as the Flash, my cousin some obscure hero named Mon-El because he has to be difficult and different, one of our good friends Batman, it was a hell of a party. I can even tell you where the photo came from and who distributed these if you need to know that.” ~Well… that was easier than expected. The new role must make me more intimidating~ Carson mused as the Ensign spat out a bunch of information without even one question from the Assistant Security Chief. “It’s not really the photo I have the issue with in all honesty… I get told I look like Superman sometimes.” he said jokingly “... and the name of the individual who’s plastered these photos all over the base, including key terminals would be exactly why I asked you here.. So please, do tell.” as he said this Carson pulled out another 20 of the posters and placed them on the desk. “That, I can’t say.” Billy hung his head, then lifting it back up. “I mean if you order me to, I will, I have no constitutional right to not share this information, but well. It is complicated.” Carson gave him another look over, picked up his drink and said, “So you know who it is, but would rather not say? How about you tell me why this person thought posting these up was a good idea, so I can decide whether it’s something I need to know.” “So here is the deal. One of the newcomers, who came over with me, well, there was a misunderstanding and they were detained by security right, and then I jokingly teased them and they thought that I had something to do with it. So they put salt in my coffee, and I may have escalated things by transporting them to the hangar, then they messed with my alarm, and then I put glitter in an envelope and put it on her desk so that when she opened it, it would get everywhere.” Carson started rocking back on the chair, as once again the younger man began telling him everything about these ongoing pranks, so he let him continue until he ran out of breath. “So anyways, my cousin, Trip not Sy, gave them the photo, because he knew I wouldn’t care and hoped I’d just give up on this little prank war or whatever it is, but I’m not ready to kind of you know, admit defeat. But I also don’t want them to get in trouble over some stupid poster prank. She...I mean they obviously but the time and effort into trying to do what they thought was funny and would make me mad. It’s a sweet attempt, but she got conned by Trip who wants us to stop. But this isn’t something worth her getting in trouble over. I mean worth them getting in trouble over.” “Hmmm,” Carson said, as he pretended to think everything William had said over. He took another sip of hot drink and said, “So you like this person? Enough to want to protect them from my ire?” “No, I don’t like, like this person. I just, look some people kind of have an idealistic view of how things could be, like that they can just do things there way and it will be great and they are a genius or what not. Not saying that they are a genius, but I think she, I mean they are still trying to find their way in this place, and I think, well, I don’t want them to feel like this place is out to get them.” ~Me, like Cortez, in your dreams.~ Billy thought to himself. Carson had begun to enjoy himself a little too much, so he sat back up straight and placed the mug on top of one of the posters. “I can appreciate what you are doing for her and I can certainly appreciate a good prank when I see one.” he paused for a moment before clearing his throat slightly and then continuing, “That being said, when pranks begin to break rules and cause issues around the base, they may have gone too far. Do you agree?” “Exactly, which is why my next one is harmless. I’m basically going to own up to the photo and show how much it doesn’t bother me, and that will drive Cortez wild because of all the effort she put into it, but there is no escalation and no call for revenge.” Billy smiled, not realizing he had revealed the poster maker’s identity. Carson sighed and then smiled, “Ensign Cortez? From Counselling?” he made a show of jotting down her name on his padd, “Well that certainly helps me file this investigation away now, doesn’t it? I do wish everyone I interviewed was as forthright as yourself Mr Alexander, it would make my job a lot more pleasurable.” “Oh, mother forking shirt balls!” Billy exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to give away her identity.” Carson laughed and then had to regain his composure before speaking, “As for the pranks, as long as they don't escalate, which you’ve promised they won’t I don’t see any issue why a warning for the both of you won’t suffice. Like I said, I enjoy a good prank myself. But in the future, let’s stay away from mis-use of the transporters and littering the entire base, eh?” “Yeah, you’re probably right. But uh, walking around in a superhero costume is ok right?” “Er.. Sure. As long as you’re not on duty or anything. What you do in your leisure time is none of my business… unless you break a crime or something. Though I guess you’d need to be running around in that costume, right, fastest man alive?” “Something like that.” Billy paused, “Look I’m sorry that you got roped into this with all the litter. You’ve got a lot more on your plate than a bunch of dumb fresh graduates acting like kids.” Carson nodded, “You’re right, we do have a lot going on around here. But this has given me a moment of humor, so no need to apologise. Though if I were you, perhaps go grab Cortez and speak with her about it.” “Funny, Trip said the same thing. Actually what he said, you need to take her on a date and make out with her, otherwise you are going to kill each other.” Billy paused, “Can you, umm, do me a favor and not let Cortez know you know it was her. It’s ok to mention that I was in here. She needs a win. Maybe it will end it, but I don’t want my big mouth getting her in trouble.” “Wise man, that cousin of yours. Perhaps you need to take his advice… as long as nothing else of this sort comes across my desk again you can be safe in the knowledge that she won’t find out that you gave her up.” “Thanks. Is there anything else?” “I’d set about rounding the rest of those posters up before the Admiral finds them. I can’t imagine that conversation will go as well as this one.” Carson said, smiling as he stood up. “Don’t worry, my bet is that he’s going to make his new whipping boy, aka my cousin Trip, find them all.” Billy then smiled and left Carson’s office. Carson watched him leave and as the door shut behind him, picked up one of the posters and chuckled a little, before placing them all behind the desk to be disposed of later. (Reply None) (Posted by Will Banowsky & Jono Bradley) (Mars Facility – Security Complex, Security Office 4 - Ens(jg) Carson Peters and Ens(jg) Trip Williams- 1400) Trip had about an hour before he needed to head up to OPS to go through the Admiral’s mail, but he knew there were some things he needed to take care of first. Especially touching base with the acting security chief about security plans before they left. Whether it was wise to take the person in charge of base security and the person who was in charge of patrol and defense and take them away for about a month, well, Trip didn’t know, but they could at least put a plan together. “Yo, Peters, do you have a minute?” Trip said as he approached the open door of Carson’s office. “Absolutely, come in.” Carson said as he welcomed Trip in. “I was hoping to go over some security preparations before we head to Trill.” “That’s a good idea,” Carson said as he began shuffling some of the stuff off of his desk, “I’ve already begun making a few arrangements, but any suggestions you have are welcome. If you’re as good at preparations for the departure as you are at helping a certain Counsellor pull a prank on your cousin, we should be in good hands.” Carson said as he laughed a little and pulled out on the posters from below the desk and handed it to Trip. “Well to be fair, I’m also the one who gave him the glitter bomb. I figure if I give them tame things, they won’t do anything stupid before they realize that they are attracted to each other.” “Well I only spoke with William a little bit and felt that there was an obvious attraction. Hopefully my warning will have slowed down any major pranks either of them is planning on putting into action.” Carson said as he pulled out the now cold drink that had been sat on his desk for well over an hour. “Anyways, we’re leaving all but three fighters here on Mars, so that will be 48 fighters spread throughout four squadrons running patrols. 12 fighters in the area at any given time. I wish we actually had some Starships up there to add some more fire power, but we are doing the best we can with what we had.” Trip handed Peters a PADD. “Everything I’ve planned is on there.” Carson took the PADD and used his personal encryption to transfer the information to his desk terminal, “You’ll want to make sure this information is kept encrypted and only accessible by whoever you’re leaving in charge of the squadrons. Whilst we think we have a handle on the leaking of information, I’d rather there were no more attacks whilst we’re half a galaxy away on a diplomatic mission.” “Makes perfect sense to me.” “I’m perhaps leaving Ensign Flagg behind to take control of Security whilst we’re off on our trip to Trill. We’ll be taking around 90 security & tactical personnel on the ship, leaving just over 800 left on the base with the promise of more incoming from Lt Colonel Tillwell on Earth. Hopefully by the time we come back, we’ll have a full complement of Security personnel and I won't have to be running double shifts for everyone.” “For some reason I doubt that.” Trip paused, “I’d love to get some more fighters and personnel here. Get a second wing up, more squadrons. If we could get about 10 squadrons of 12, I’d feel we’d be in better shape. But then it would mean more paperwork for me. I don’t even fly daily anymore because of all the paperwork.” “I feel that,” Carson said as he waved his hand over everything that was on his desk, “I barely feel like I leave this office. I’m either here or in SECOPs, don’t think I’ve had time to walk the base or do any functional security work. I guess that’s what I have a staff for now.” he said as he shrugged. “We’re going to maintain the lockdown whilst we’re away, to avoid anyone unannounced showing up. I assume your pilot’s will be available to continue escorting visiting vessels into port?” “Yeah, they’ll be doing their usual routine. Which is fine. Honestly, I kind of expect that by the time we get back from Trill, the acting will be taken away, and the real officers will show up and take over, and all of this cowboying around and rookies being in charge will be over.” “You mean once we’ve actually gone on a proper mission, hopefully succeed and show them how successful this venture could be, they’ll send proper seasoned officers to take our roles?” Carson said sarcastically. “Though I guess you aren’t a rookie. Had a career before Starfleet, graduated two years ago. Maybe you’re just getting your due, and I’m the crazy rookie being asked to do too much.” “I wouldn’t call it much of a career, life experience might be a better word for it and then living through the terrorist attack when all of my unit perished. Perhaps you're right, but it doesn’t feel too much like I’ve earnt anything. You seem to be handling everything with aplomb, or is that just the fighter pilot ego?” “I mean, other than the reprimand on my file, the restricted duty, and having to help with latrine work?” “Builds character… I think?” Carson said, “You lead the mission successfully, I don't think you can be blamed for the God of Wars destruction. Mechanical failure if I read the report correctly?” “Oh so then you don’t know the reason why I got reprimanded? I thought everyone knew.” “I’m sure everybody but me would know. I’m not one for stirring or listening to the rumour mill.” Carson said as he shrugged, “It can’t have been anything duty wise, otherwise you’d have been busted back down to a Pilot. Yet here you are, still in charge of the squad so in my eyes I can’t imagine it was anything too important.” “Well, just a pro tip, no matter how you feel, no matter how beautiful they are, no matter the fact that like hours before you were peers, don’t sleep with a subordinate.” Carson nodded, “Noted. I’ll try and keep that in mind. Well at least it’s now out in the open, did the Admiral give you permission to continue seeing her.. him?” “Umm, yeah, well that’s a bit more complicated. It was Petrova.” “Ah.. my apologies. That must have been difficult.” “And we broke it off, or well more accurately she did. She needs her time to heal, and who knows where I’m headed after Trill, she thought it was best to end it before either of us got hurt emotionally.” “Probably for the best, though I guess you won’t know that for a few months or years. Sorry, I seem to have delved into your personal life. Sometimes I get a bit too.. Questionny, if that’s even a word. It’s the investigator in me coming out.” Carson said in an apologetic tone. “Don’t worry about it. Give me a beer, and I’ll probably tell you my whole life story.” Carson nodded. “Anyways, everything your department will need to know is in that PADD. We are bringing three fighters on the Mystique. One of which belongs to Ensign Ravok Shara. I understand he will be tactical while on the Mystique, but if we need to sortie, I hope you allow us to borrow him.” “He’s all yours, if he’s needed in a fighter then he shall be in that fighter! I imagine if the three we have with us are needing to be launched, we’re probably in dire straights anyway.” “Well with that attitude we are.” Trip laughed. “Do you know what they used to call you at the Academy? Don’t know why this came to me, just did.” Carson’s eyes narrowed, “No, I don’t think I do? Nothing terrible I hope.” “Perfect Peters, The Amazing Mr. Carson. Superman. The future father of my children. You heard none of these before?” Carson laughed, a big laugh, “The.. future.. Of.. my.. Children” he choked out in between laughs. “That’s hilarious. Seriously? I’d heard Superman and that’s only because as a younger man I bore a passing resemblance to a bloke who played him on one of those old TV programmes. Whoever came up with Perfect Peters clearly didn’t know me very well, I was anything but.” “They weren’t referring to your perfect personality, that’s for sure.” Trip laughed. “Listen don’t know why I brought that up. Anyways, we’ll have birds in the air during each patrol doing e-warfare and surveillance scans, we’ll make sure they’re sent to your department. I don’t know why but I got a bad feeling about going to Trill.” “Well now you’ve gone and jinxed it.” Carson said with a harumph, “Something terrible is going to happen now and when it does, I’ll be the one saying “It’s all Trips fault, he said he had a bad feeling about it, like in those old movies.” Carson jested. "Maybe, just feels like a trap to me. Just a lot of weird things going on. But I guess it's not for me to worry about right?" “Me either, we’ll find out when we get there.” "Anyways, should be a wild ride I guess." Trip said as he stood up. "Be seeing you around." Carson nodded, “See you.” as Trip got up and left the office. (Reply None) (Posted by Jono & Will) (Mars Facility – Red Sands Tavern - Ensign JG Billy Alexander and Ensign JG Erin Cortez - 20:00) Sitting at the bar, Erin rubbed her forehead. The day had been a long one, endless counselling sessions and meetings. Grabbing her glass of merlot, she took a sip, thankful to be off duty for at least a few hours, she put her glass down, reached behind her and undid her usual plait, shaking her head as she did. As she did so, a figure sat next two her, asked for a beer, turned to her and smiled. “Already giving up on tequila? Come one Time Bomb, you don’t need to give it up just because its overrated. Who you trying to impress with the wine anyways?” Smiling, she rolled her eyes, "Not given up. Taking it easy. Tequilla and long days are a recipe for disaster and, for once, I'm actually trying to be good." Billy was trying to be silly. He knew at some point he needed to tell Cortez that he may have a crush on her. He also didn’t want to mention the posters. “Meh, it’s still overrated. Temporary truce.” He smiled showing he was being serious. “Sure.” “You get settled in alright Cortez? My quarters were fine, apparently my aunt Kate called in favors. She did the same for Trip and Sienna and she wasn’t going to play favorites. Got a working place to cook, and a bed that doesn’t suck. And running water.” "Yeah. Although mine aren't as posh as yours. I got a bed, a shower and a sofa. Although somehow, I ended up with a double bed. Not complaining. " she grinned and winked at him. "I get to spread out and not worry about falling out of bed, again." “Wait,” He began to laugh. “You actually fall out of bed. “That is freaking hilarious.” Blushing slightly, she downed what was left of her wine and glared at him, "Oh shut up. It was a long time ago, actually sprained my wrist when I landed." “And I’m the one who is supposed to be unathletic and clumsy.” Billy took a sip of his beer. “I’ve never fallen out of the bed. Not one day in my life.” "Hey, it was after a long and very drink laden night out with the archery team." “Seems counterproductive. Get drunk, hurt your wrist, can’t compete. Maybe we need to strap you into bed tonight. Tuck you in all nice and snug. Haha, like a burrito. Extra glitter maybe.” "We? Is that an offer or a threat? Cause I warn you, I don't go quietly!" Billy looked at her, smiled a smarmy smile. “Is that an invitation to move the party to your place later, cause I dont break out the duct tape on the first date.” Billy paused, “Sorry dumb joke. My brother used that in a bar once, now he’s married to the girl. I mean you’re beautiful, but I don’t think you’re my type.” When Billy said it, he knew he was lying. He just was trying to see how she would react. Smirking, Erin looked at the barman, "2 Tequillas please." Turning back to Billy, she smiled sweetly, "Shame, could have been fun. But what makes you think you're my type…" ~wait… did he just say I was beautiful?~ “I’m nice, honest, 100% authentic to who I am 100% of the time. I don’t keep my opinions to myself. I am attractive, I am sweet, a gentleman, and I’m just a damn good guy that nobody finds threatening and feels like they can be themselves again. I’m a living breathing teddy bear that everyone wants to snuggle with. May or may not be a superhero. So, which of those things is not your type.” "You forgot modest. " she winked and handed him a shot of Tequilla. " tell you what. You down that and I'll answer your question. " She took her glass and downed her shot, slamming the glass onto the bar in a form of challenge. “I can’t drink tequila.” he said sheepishly. "Really?" “Last time I had tequila, I couldn’t stop at one. Got black out drunk. Woke up naked in a bathtub filled with ice, missing a kidney, with a tattoo on my chest that said, thanks for the kidney ya loser.” Raising an eyebrow, Erin shook her head. “I’m just messing with you.” He said as he quickly downed the shot. “Still overrated by the way.” "Can't beat falling out of bed though. Not one of my finer moments I must admit. Still better than the duck in the bathtub incident." “You know my cousin Trip once got attacked by duck. True story. Like five ducks swarmed him. He’s afraid of them to this day. As for the duck in the bathtub. Let me guess, you stole a duck and turned your bathtub into a pond.” "Not just any duck. The duck that, for some unknown reason, was the mascot for the academy soccer team. Poor thing looked lonely. But, I don't think you answered my question, mister. Why am I not your type?" “You never answered my question first. I drank the tequila. Though I don’t remember asking a question.” "Okay, fine. You want an answer?" “Tick, tick, tick, Times up Time Bomb.” Billy was trying to be silly. He wasn’t always that funny. In a moment of absolute irritation, Erin leant forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Realising instantly what she had done, she pulled away, "Oh… god I am so sorry….." “Umm, well I knew you were a Time Bomb, but I did not expect that!” Billy said with an exclamation. “I thought we were just two bros hanging out. I mean, Marcus said that the reason it didn’t work out was because you were into women. That’s why I said you weren’t my type. I guess Marcus is a lying sleeze after all. Should have known he would throw any lie in there to cover up his shame from being beaten up by you.” ~Billy you idiot, that was your chance, why are you being an insulting jerk. You know she is into guys and that Marcus is a jerk. Stop being a coward and kiss her back. Trip and Carson are right, stop antagonizing the hot girl and kiss her.~ Flushing with embarrassment, Erin looked away. Not knowing what to say, she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "He said that? Really? Damn it. " she opened her eyes and gazed ahead into the mirror behind the bar. ~ way to go.~ she thought to herself. ~what an idiot you are.~ “Hey, I’m so sorry. Listen, ok, well I mean, if you are into women, that’s cool. I didn’t know. I mean I guess now that I know you are into me, well you kind of are my type.” "Wow, just …. Wow. You really think that's why I kissed you. Seriously, that was not a kiss okay." “Ok, woah there warrior princess, if that wasn’t a kiss what was it. Because I know what a kiss is, and that was a kiss.” Smirking, she hopped off her barstool and stood infront of him, just close enough. "That was nothing. This is a real kiss, smart ass." She moved forward slowly, put a hand on his face softly and kissed him again. The shock of the second kiss, unmistakably a kiss, cause Billy to get startled, fall backwards out if his bar stool and crash to the ground hitting his head on the floor. “Ow, shit, that smarts.” Laying there he began rubbing his head, “What the hell Time Bomb, have you ever heard of consent?” ~She kissed me twice, I’m a lucky duck.~ Billy’s interior and exterior were not in sync. Standing there, looking at him, she started to shake a little. "Oh…. Shit… sorry…. I… " She could feel herself going pale as she turned away, trying to fight back the memory… “Hey, do you mind helping me up, somehow my leg is tangled between two bar stools.” Billy began laughing. “I guess I can’t make fun of you for falling out of a bed. A beautiful woman kisses me, and I fall smack dab on the floor.” Trembling slightly, she lifted the bar stools off his legs and leant on the bar, hiding her face in her hands. Billy walked up to her and gave her a big hug. He whispered softly in her ear. “Hey, hey its ok, its ok.” She shook her head, "No, it's really not." He then took her by the hand and led her private booth. “Hey, so what happened there? Why did you kiss me?” "I'm sorry… I…. " looking away, Erin still trembling, took a shaky breath and continued, " I shouldn't have…" He took her hands again. Holding them both firmly in his. “It’s ok. I’m truly flattered. But it came out of nowhere.” "See, I knew… I just knew…. I'm an idiot. A foolish, impulsive screw up and now, I wrecked the one good friend I have. " She gently took her hands away from his and sighed, "I guess, despite what everyone said, he was right. " “Who Marcus, what that you like chicks, I mean, dude also said he was related to Jean-Luc Picard and that was a load of crap.” "Not marcus. Listen, if I was out of line, I'm sorry. I… damn it." She put her head in her hands again and took a deep breath. “Hey, Cortez, look at me, alright, I’ll stop with the jokes and the pranks. It’s a defense mechanism, I swear. So I don’t get hurt. Listen to me. I’m happy you kissed me ok. I liked it. But usually girls like you just string me along until guys like Carson Peters and Ire Williams show up, real dream boats, not quirky weirdos like me. And I don’t want that to happen again. So instead of kissing you back, I tease you like a bro, so you get the picture. Instead of asking you out, the moment you pranked me, I pranked back hard so we wouldn’t be close. I don’t know if I want to date anyone right now, until I know that I’m not gonna be used again.” Not looking at him, "Girls like me? You have no idea about me, who I am…. I've been through a lot worse than being used okay…" stopping herself, she wiped her eyes slightly and leant back in the booth. Knowing she had probably said more than she should have or wanted to, she sat, silently not knowing what to say or do. Billy looked at her, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to get her out of her funk. So he did what he thought she would do, and he kissed her. Surprised, she pulled away, putting a finger to her lips, she looked at him, " why…?" Billy gently moved her hand away and kissed her a second time. Allowing herself a moment of weakness, she put a hand on his neck gently and kissed him back Billy pulled away. “You weren’t supposed to kiss me back. I was supposed to kiss you twice, then we would be even, and it would be less awkward.” Flushing red, Erin nodded, "Of course. Of course I wasn't, what was I… stupid… " “Listen, stop calling yourself stupid. I’ll make a deal with you.” Crossing her arms over her knees and hoping that she had at least some form of an okay facial expression, she turned to look at him, "A deal?" “Yeah, look. You and I, we don’t really know each other, but we’re acting like a bunch of children with our bickering and pranks. But I find you irresistible. So we should get to know each other right. And well, so look, you’re very attractive and I’d be curious to see what is under the hood. Not physically mind you, but the person. And it is obvious that you want in my pants. So here is the deal, are you ready for it?” Trying not to snort a laugh, Erin nodded, "Yes, sir! " “Save the sirs for the bedroom.” Billy laughed, it might not have been an appropriate joke. "Presumptive much?" “Ok so here is the deal. You want to get to know me, I want to get to know you. So let’s go on a date. And if we still like each other after one, we go for two. And so on and so forth.” "go on." She smiled back “But here is the kicker. No kissing until we have been on 30 dates. Then when you do, it's because we know each other, we trust each other, and we want it. Not because we are acting like stupid chidlren. That is option A. Do you want to hear option B and C?” "I'm not gonna like them am I but yes, ladies like options." “Option B, We keep acting like children and end up hating each other. And Option C, we just never cross paths again. Your choice.” Looking at him, she went to take his hand but stopped, resting it on the seat between them. " Okay, I know what I would like. But I have one question before I do answer. Option A has no kissing rule, so what about holding hands?" “You have to make it to date one first.” Billy then stood up, “Then we shall see” He looked at her and smiled, “So are you choosing option A then?” Standing, she nodded, "Yes. I mean if that's okay?" “Deal starts as soon as I walk out that door.” He held out his hand for a hand shake. Taking it, she smiled, "Fine. If we are making that deal, I want to know one thing before I shake properly. " “And that would be?” "How do I know if I even make it to date 1?" “Tomorrow night, 20:00 hours, here, wear something casual. Bring a list of your 10 favorite things in the world. And wear a pink ribbon in your hair. If you make it here tomorrow night, you made it to date 1. I’ll bring a pink rose. If we both want date 2, I’ll give you the rose, you give me the ribbon. Deal?” "Fine." “Good,” Billy then leaned in and kissed her a third time. “Now we are even, see you tomorrow. Deal starts as soon as I walk out the door.” "Okay, fine. That I can do." Billy then left the sands with a pep in his step. He may suck at math, but dealing with people was a lot for fun. Watching him leave, Erin smiled and sat back down and then a thought struck her ~ did that cheeky little son of a gun give me homework?~ (reply None) (posted by Jackie and Will)