EXETERRPG: (3-1615) CO Captain Trip Williams , CFO Lieutenant Ire Williams & CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok

[Rob Davis]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day:03

Stardate: 2445:12:03



( USS Exeter -Ready Room -CO, Captain Trip Williams, CTO/3O Lt. SG Ravok,
and CFO, Lt. SG Ire Williams  - 1615 )

As Ire and Ravok arrived, Trip asked them both to sit. He then placed a
bottle of bourbon, some ice, and three glasses on the coffee table.


“I thought, given the circumstances, that it might be a good idea for us to
just sit down, and escape for an hour, hang out. It’s been a shitshow the
last two days, and with the grief and trauma you guys have gone through, I
thought well just a drink or two. I dunno, I just don’t know how else to
help, except bourbon.”

Ire looked at the bottle of bourbon and nodded. “Yes thank you.”

Ravok picked up the bottle " It's authentic " he said ,examining the label.
He opened the bottle and poured their glasses.


“I thought, you know maybe we could recapture the vibe of our first
meeting, in my quarters, when we were tasked with rebuilding a fighter
wing. The three musketeers of Mars.”

Ire nodded.

Ravok raised his glass to them.

Trip raised his glass and the took a sip. It was smooth.

Ravok took a drink of the bourbon and savored the taste. " Ahh , that's
good stuff and I would love nothing more than that. The three amigos once
again. "

Trip then looked at both men with fatherly concern. “So, guys, shoot the
shit. How are you holding up, and Ire, I swear if you say you’re fine.”
Trip began to laugh, “I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Ire paused before he replied.  “I will be okay and I will be good to put
this episode behind me.”

 Ravok leaned back in a relaxed position, glass in hand. " Well, it's been
rough not going to lie. We lost people, good people. I don't think anyone
is particularly riding the high waves of satisfactory morale." He waved his
hand to Trip.

" That's not on you though. None of us saw this coming. The proverbial
handbook tells us to expect this stuff, but it never gets any easier."
Ravok concluded ,taking another drink.

“Nor should it. The moment that handling death and accepting devastating
loss becomes easy is the moment, for lack of a better term, when we begin
to sacrifice bits of our humanity.” Trip then smiled and laughed a bit.
Ravok was full Romulan, he was half Betazoid, and Ire was half Bajoran, so
the reality was that none of the three of them were ever truly human.
Still, Trip considered himself more human than Betazoid, which was in
contrast to his twin sister who felt more Betazoid than human.

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“So Ire, I hope you don’t mind, I spoke to Greta earlier, she seemed to be
a bit puzzled about how to help you, so I asked her to give you some space.
I set up one of the guest quarters for you or her to use if you need it.
Now knowing Greta she probably took the opposite of my advice, and probably
meddled and made it worse. But that's Greta for you, headstrong, Hope
things work out though, but if you need even more space, let me know. You
can take some leave if you need it. In fact, both of you are pre approved
for leave if you want.”

Ire nodded. “Thank you for the quest quarters. I needed the space.”



" I saw her just before coming here actually. She was in the mess hall. I
too offered her a place to stay. While everything is sorted out. " Ravok
added.

Ire looked at Ravok for a moment before speaking. “There was no need for
that, I was the one moving out.”



" She doesn't want to be there with constant reminders of the two of you .I
know this is hard, but the truth is the three of us have had to end life,
and your right." Ravok paused and nodded to Trip.

" It shouldn't get any easier, but we have been there for each other
countless times...nothing has changed.  I'm here for you guys forget the
uniform, it's about us the people who wear it. "

~ What the hell is problem?~ Ravok thought and downed the rest of his
bourbon and poured another glass.

Ire paused, “You are correct it is not easy.” Ire sipped his bourbon trying
to be polite when all he wanted was to go back to his quarters and be
alone. He could feel a spark of annoyance flicker into life in the deep
nothingness inside him.

"Wait, hold up. Go back a sec. Ire, did you and Greta split? Why? That was
quick."

“I had to kill her. I am not able to be with her at the moment. As I am
reminded of what I had to do every time I look at her.”

"Well if she can't stand by you when you're not feeling yourself, maybe its
for the best. There are bad days in the fleet and you need someone who
isn't going to run when shit gets tough."

Ire nodded at Trips words.

"I mean sure, yeah. Its hard to be around. But I mean come on. That's not a
reason to end it. Was it your call or hers?" Trip asked.

“She was the one who walked out.”  Ire looked from Trip and Ravok keeping
his growing irritation in check.

"Don't you think that was a bit  hasty?" Trip asked.

“It’s what is needed to be done for the moment

"If this split becomes an issue, I  might have to transfer you both."

“I can do my job. This issue will not affect my work.

"Ravok what are your thoughts?'

Ravok looked at Trip. " Well. " he looked at Ire." See I had no idea that
she left you, i thought it was a mutual thing...needing space that's fine I
get that, but I'm going to have to point out that you went through a
traumatic time. " Ravok said to Ire and held up his fingers counting off
his points.

" First you were abducted, then forced to play a game of life and death.
You had to face off against a holographic Greta, and for all you knew it
was the real one. Then you went and killed the bad guy.

So my thoughts are you're a hero. You saved the day. I don't know what else
to say" Ravok stated he felt bad for Ire.

“I may have killed the bad guy but it was not soon enough for the others.”

" But it was in just enough time to save the ones that B!+(# didn't kill
for her sick pleasure." Ravok mentioned.

Uncontrollable anger exploded inside Ire. It was like someone lighting a
lake of fuel one moment it was oily blackness and the next it was a
explosion of uncontrolled range.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. You were not there you
sanctimonious little shit. You have no idea about what it took, what was
needed to be done, what I needed to do.”

"Ire. Chill." Trip said sternly

"Sanctimonious little shit ? You can't even look a woman in the f#(&!=@
eye!" Ravok yelled at him.

With a snarl Ire lashed out and slammed his fist into Ravoks face.

As soon as Ire's fist hit his face Ravoks artificial eye deactivated
leaving him with only one eye to see.  In a moment of rage Ravok jumped up
punching  Ire in the jaw, feeling it crack against his knuckles.

“What the #$%& is wrong with both of you. Seriously chill the fuck out,
before I have to call security. I mean seriously, Ire what the %$#$ and
Ravok, we don’t $%$@@# punch back.” Trip made muscled his way in between
both of them trying to stop them from throwing another punch.

Ire side stepped Trip trying to get a better angle on Ravok. He snapped a
kick out trying to break Ravok’s knee but the angle went wrong and he was
out of position. He followed with another punch trying to connect with
Ravok but smashed into Trip instead.

Trip felt Ire’s fist connect with his shoulder. It was a good thing Trip
was significantly taller than Ravok or it might have been a blow to the
face. Either way, compared to some of the punches Trip had taken in the
past, it barely registered.

“That’s $%$#&^ it.” Trip said as he looked at Ire. He then quickly grabbed
Ire by the wrist and spun him around using his strength to his advantage.
Trip then quickly wrapped Ire into a sleeper hold, waiting patiently for
Ire to pass out.

“Ravok, how are you feeling?”

Ravok had his hand over his right eye.

" He broke my damn eye! "

“To say I’m disappointed in you is an understatement. I know you’ve had
trauma, and it was retaliation, but still. I expected more restraint. You
are confined to quarters for the next 72 hours and a reprimand will be
placed in your file.”

" Shit! " Ravok said, still holding his eye. Hearing Trips punishment to
him. He knew there was nothing to be said.

“As for Ire, get a security team and escort him to the brig. I should
transfer his ass for this, but maybe 3 weeks in the brig will straighten
him out.”

Ravok was still pissed about being sucker punched, but this was Ire.

" Trip it's my fault. Don't do that to him, he needs help. " He said
beckoning to his captain.

“Not another word, I’m not in the $#%^&# mood. I just saw two of my
officers go to blows and had to choke one of them out. Just go.”

Ravok tapped his commbadge.

" Security, meet me in the ready room immediately. Bring restraints. "

Trip looked at Ravok and sighed, “I’m headed out. Have Blackwell inform me
when Ire is in the brig. It is most likely in your best interest to not
talk to me for the next 72 to hours. And to think, I had just put in a
request to Starfleet to promote you to Lt. Commander. Looks like I’m gonna
have to withdraw that request. I expected better, from both of you, but
especially you.” Trip didn’t even look Ravok in the eye, he just kept
walking and left.

Ravok sat down in a chair and waited for security to arrive.


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