After a rather... unpleasant confrontation in the brig, LtCmdr Marsland has come to the rescue of the generally helpless SO, after the main foyer has been cleared of the other Apache officers, prone to excessive crowding...

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SO_LtJG_York says:
::still sitting on the cot, rubbing his sore legs::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::standing squared off to the Commander:: Cmdr: Just what is the meaning of this?

ACTION: Cmdr. Messier and the CSO stand in the brig, facing the SO and the CTO... the anxiety is palpable...

TO_Ens_Newell says:
::steps out of the brig area, confident that the CSO can get the job done::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::looks up at them, not saying anything::
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::follows the others out of the brig, eyeing the CSO warily::
Cmdr_Messier says:
::grumbling softly, he walks up to the panel controlling the forcefield:: CSO: Your officer here, was detained by one of my men. It appears that he and his colleague... ::he gestures to the CTO:: ... failed to submit to a security check. Do me a favour, train your officers in SFC security policies. They're idiots.

ACTION: He deactivates the force field...

Cmdr_Messier says:
CSO: They're all yours, commander.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::stands up slowly, eyeing 'Tom'::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
SO/CTO: Get the hell to the ship.  Now.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::turns to face Messier:: Cmdr: What do you mean by a security check?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::watches as they come out::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::his jaw muscles flex as he stares at Tom, then walks out::
Cmdr_Messier says:
CSO: Look for yourself. ::he gestures to the CTO's Romulan uniform:: She should not be wearing such a thing on SFC grounds.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::calls after the SO:: SO: Give me that look again, Lieutenant, and you'll be an Ensign by week's end.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::decides not to throw an insult back...at this time::
Cmdr_Messier says:
::glaring at the two:: CSO/SO/CTO: On your way.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
Messier:  On my way?  Can I see the report from whoever detained them?
Cmdr_Messier says:
::glares at the CSO:: CSO: That report will be issued to your CO and XO at the appropriate time.
Receptionist says:
::looking up from her desk, she glances around the room, smiling at the OPS officer::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::eyes Messier carefully:: Cmdr: I am currently in charge of this matter, Sir.. may I get the name of your superior officer then so I can talk to them about this?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::nods at the receptionist::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::meets up with Lt. Ryushi in the Reception:: OPS: Sir.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::walks back out the reception area::
Cmdr_Messier says:
CSO: No, you may not, lieutenant commander. I will write the report myself, and I am sure that your commanding officer may choose to share those reports with you.
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
SO: ::nods:: Lieutenant.  You've been released, then?
SO_LtJG_York says:
::spreads his arms apart:: OPS: Looks that way.
Receptionist says:
::smiles, glancing down at her console:: OPS: Um... did you sign in yet... sir?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
SO: What exactly happened?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
SO: Very good, then...
Receptionist: I was not aware that we were required to sign in.  I do not believe our stay will be permenant.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::eyes the Commander carefully:: Cmdr: Then I think I will be filing my own report, Commander.  Good day. ::does a perfect about-face and strides out::
Cmdr_Messier says:
OPS: Oh... I see... ::she looks around:: Well... just how long... will you be staying? ::smiles::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::notices Ensign Newell:: TO: Oh...Sol decided to be herself, and I was just trying to get her out of trouble...and of course I got arrested.
Cmdr_Messier says:
CSO: That is your right. ::smiles::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
SO: Ah, I see.  Well, everything's all right for right now, correct?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::watches the CSO come striding out of the brig:: Receptionist: We'll be leaving... now.
SO_LtJG_York says:
TO: Oh....I think we've just begun.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::eyes the SO as he walks out:: SO: Didn't I tell you to report to the ship?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::nods:: SO: I see.  Well, do you need assistance getting back to the ship, sir?
SO_LtJG_York says:
CSO: I am sorry sir....I am currently unable to walk further...I was just about to request a transport.
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
CSO: I believe he would have, Commander... we were about to be required to sign in.
Receptionist:
::she quickly gets up, revealing a very lithe figure in a particularly tight uniform... perhaps two sizes too small, purposefully...:: OPS: Oh... so soon? 
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::steps up:: Receptionist: The sooner the better, Ma'am.
Receptionist says:
::a smirk on her face:: TO: Oh. Who're you?
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
SO: Very well.  What happened?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
Receptionist: I'm Tactical Officer Ensign Deborah Newell, and you are?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::forces himself to keep his eyes on the receptionist's face:: Receptionist: We must return to our ship, yes.
SO_LtJG_York says:
CSO: Not really much to say except these security officers should be taught a lesson or two...I might actually press charges for one of them knocking me down.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
OPS: Come on, Lieutenant.  Let's get back to the ship, before you get into trouble, sir.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
SO: I heard why they detained the CTO... why did they hold you?
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::smiles:: TO/OPS: I'm Ens. Wantsitt... OPS: But you can call me Miranda. ::smiles::
SO_LtJG_York says:
CSO: Because I was standing next to her, trying to get her to leave and change out of that ridicilous uniform...sir.
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
TO: Thank you, ensign, but I see no trouble here.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
SO: I ... see.
TO_Ens_Newell says:
OPS: Yes, sir. ::steps back out of the way::
SO_LtJG_York says:
::stands his ground::
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
OPS: Of course, now that you know my name... it's only fair that I learn yours, sir...

ACTION: The lights dim slightly, and a quiet chime rings, indicating 1 am...

OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: I am Lieutenant Ryushi, Operations, USS Apache.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
ALL:  Let's get out of here... ::turns to the SO:: SO: I'll expect a report from you on this matter by tomorrow. You're free to continue shore leave... see that you don't get in further trouble...
SO_LtJG_York says:
CSO: So glad you have so much confidence in me....sir.
CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Collects his plethera of tongo winnings and begins to exit the building::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::turns to walk out of the building with the others::
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::she moves to the other side of her console, putting her in between the TO and OPS, standing a little too close maybe, with a finger pointed to the chronometre:: OPS: An operations man... you know, my shift is over...
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::turns to walk out, muttering under his breath:: SO: Indeed... make sure you be careful around the other officers... especially the Counselor... wouldn't want you dragging her down too....
SO_LtJG_York says:
::mutters: CSO: Oh I beleive you're already on that..
Ferengi says:
::the doorman stops the CMO:: CMO: Oh, sir, would you like a complimentary bag to carry your winnings?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: Oh, is it?
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::turns, a smirk on his face:: SO: Well... I'll let you think what you want on that...
SO_LtJG_York says:
CSO: Ahh....how's your wife doing anyway?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
CSO: Uh, Commander, should we leave the OPS officer there to fend for himself?
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::with a husky voice...:: OPS: How long has it been since.... since... you've been in San Francisco?
CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Ferengi: No thank you. I will purchase one down the street.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::smiles at the TO, pointedly ignoring the SO:: TO: Oh, Mister Ryushi is one of the responsible ones.. I'm sure he can take care of himself...
Ferengi says:
CMO: Oh, but I insist, it's a quality bag, and it won't cost you a single sgpl!
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::nods:: CSO: Yes, sir.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::grinds his teeth, his fingernails digging into his fist...::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
TO: Where are you headed now, Ensign?  I don't believe I've made your acquaintance since you reported to Alpha Shift....
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::thinks a bit:: CSO: I hadn't really thought about what I was going to do, sir.  How about you?
SO_LtJG_York says:
CSO: Hitting on her too? ....Sir?
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::whirls on York:: SO: Do you really want to continue this, Ensi... err, Lieutenant?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: It has been almost one year, I believe, since my last visit to San Francisco...
SO_LtJG_York says:
::grins:: CSO: Oh..would I.
CMO_Lt_Turok says:
Feremgi: Just let me buy that tablecoth there to wrap it in. It will be a nice keepsake.
Host Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::she smiles seductively, looking around to make sure her superiors aren't around:: OPS: Well... why don't you let me show you around town... to the real nice places at 1 in the morning...
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::continues slowly walking out of the Command building, onto the sidewalk:: SO: First of all, I don't think it's any of your business who I talk to, and what, if anything, I say... do I make myself clear?
Ferengi says:
CMO: The... the tablecloth? ::he looks over...:: ... Five slips.
SO_LtJG_York says:
::takes his commbadge off and lets it fall to the ground:: CSO: I'm sick of these games...you just leave her alone.
CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Hands the ferengi five slips and wraps his winnings inside::
Ferengi says:
CMO: A pleasure doing business with you, sir. Do come back again, sometime - we'll take care of all your needs!
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::chuckles softly:: SO: York, again... I'll be clear.. I think the Counselor is a grown woman... she can go where she pleases.. ::grins:: ... even if that takes her straight to my quarters, or me to her office....
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: I am unsure as to the late hours, but a tour of the city would be... acceptable.  ::a pleasant look on his face::
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::smiles, and takes the OPS' arm:: OPS: Then allow me... Ryushi... ::she reaches over the console with one hand, and logs out...::
SO_York says:
CSO: Your wife would love to hear this...Tom.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
SO: Is that really all you have to say?
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::gestures toward the grounds and holds the door::
SO_York says:
CSO: Not quite....::makes a fist and with all the strenght left in his body, knocks the CSO right on the jaw::

ACTION: Taking the blow entirely on his jaw, the CSO falls back...

CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::falls back, hitting the pavement::
SO_York says:
::stands over him...fuming with anger:: CSO: That's all I have to say...Sir.
Powers says:
::looks up from his Padd and sees a familiar face... hit the floor::
Powers says:
::wanders over:: CSO: Need any help, Tom?
CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Steps outside and taps his commbadge:: *Apache* :Transporter room, Turok here I have a package I would like transported directly to my quarters.
SO_York says:
::takes deep breaths...not caring atleast that he just struck a superior officer...a superior jackass rather::
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::smiles:: OPS: Mmm... what strong arms you have.... Hmm, what to do at 1 in the morning. How about... I let you buy me a drink?
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::chuckles, taking Powers' hand and pulling himself to his feet::
Powers says:
CSO/SO: Not fighting over a woman I hope.
Apache Transporter Chief says:
*CMO*: Aye, doctor. Locking on.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
Powers: Well, he thinks he is.... I'm just letting him put himself in his place.

ACTION: The package is beamed out of the CMO's hands.

Powers says:
CSO: Anyone I know? That hot nurse that used to work for me?
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
Powers: Actually... it's Ryn.
SO_York says:
::glares at Tom, then kicks his commbadge away and storms away from the building::
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::eyeing the mess unfolding in front of the building:: Wantsitt: Sounds good to me.

ACTION: In the distance, they can hear thunder crashing.

Powers says:
SO: Ooooh. Got a crush on Ryn eh? Not something I'd suggest.
SO_York says:
::hears Powers's comment and let's it fly as he walks away, trying to find a nice bar::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::walks over to the CSO after Powers helps him up::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
Powers: One moment... ::taps his commbadge:: *Apache*: Contact Starfleet Security.. give them Lieutenant York's description. When they apprehend him, have them bring him to the Apache.
Powers says:
CSO: Nice move.
Apache Duty Officer says:
*CSO*: Aye, sir. Is everything alright, sir?

ACTION: The SO's commbadge dematerializes, as the Apache attempts to beam him up.

SO_York says:
::notices a bar across the street and walks inside, greeted by really loud music::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
*Apache*: Oh yes, everything's fine. Just toss him in the brig, let him cool off.  I'll deal with him.
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::frowns:: OPS: Oh, what happened here? I hate when people fight...
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::chuckles softly:: Powers: So... what the hell are you doing here?
Apache Duty Officer says:
*CSO*: Understood, sir.
Powers says:
CSO: Can't say... sorry. All hush hush you see.
SO_York says:
::sits down at the bar, in the shadows:: Barkeep: single malt scotch.
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: A rediculuous disagreement, really... shall we?  ::gesturing to the FleetYard across the street::
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::she walks past Powers:: Powers: Well, hi there... ::she winks at him:: OPS: Oh, what was that? Oh, the Fleet Yard? 
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::eyes Powers:: Powers/TO: Well then... take you both out for a drink?
TO_Ens_Newell says:
::smiles:: CSO: That would be nice, Commander.  Thank you.
Powers says:
::smiles in Wantsitt's direction:: CSO: You know me, always up for a drink.
Powers says:
CSO: What are you guys doing here anyway? I thought you'd all be in jail by now.
SO_York says:
::takes his drink and downs it in one shot:: Barkeep: Another one.
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
Power: Oh.. no, not us.. just my great new science officer... ::starts walking towards a bar across the street::
Barkeep says:
::laughs:: SO: Whatever you say...
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::raises his eyebrows amusedly:: Wantsitt: Actually, I was just saying how I really ought to be getting back to the Apache.
SO_York says:
Barkeep: Actually, just leave the bottle..
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
::she raises an eyebrow and spins herself around to face the OPS:: OPS: Oh, come on... I really was looking forward to that drink...
TO_Ens_Newell says:
Powers: We had a little . . . problem earlier.
Barkeep says:
::frowns:: SO: Everything cool?
CMO_Lt_Turok says:
::Begins to wander the streets again::
SO_York says:
::takes another shot:: Barkeep: Well....I might have lost my career....and a girl....I just knocked my superior officer out.
Powers says:
TO: Problem? ::eyes the TO up and smiles::

ACTION: It starts to pour all across San Francisco...

Barkeep says:
::laughs:: SO: Yeah... sounds serious alright. This one's on the house. ::he pours him another::
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: And I am looking forward to throwing Starfleet Operations out of my OPS Center.  Dr. Powers seems to be free for a while, however...  ::gestures to the man across the walkway::
TO_Ens_Newell says:
Powers: Yes, but I can let Lieutenant Commander Marsland fill you in.
Ens_Miranda_Wantsitt says:
OPS: Don't you... want to spend what little time you have... with me?
SO_York says:
::smiles at the bartender:: Barkeep: Thanks a lot man. ::downs the shot, then wipes his face with his sleeve::
SO_York says:
Barkeep: So...should I report to the brig, or get really drunk first?
Powers says:
::hurries into the bar::
Barkeep says:
SO: Well... would you be in any more trouble if you were really drunk?
SO_York says:
Barkeep: Not really.....okay drunk it is, fill me up mister! ::grins::
CSO_LtCmdr_Marsland says:
::chuckles, going inside and taking a seat:: TO/Powers: Whatever you want, it's on me...
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
Wantsitt: ::gently:: I apologize, I have work to do.  There are quite a few 'elligible bachelors', however, in that bar over there ::gestures::
Powers says:
CSO: A bottle of Irish whiskey aged 20 years will do me.
OPS_Lt_Ryushi says:
::steps back:: *Apache*: One to beam up.

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