Title: Sgt McGuire meets Lt Commander Storm

Author: Stigmartyr762 & GroovyGoddess

Archive: Where we post it.
Category: AU Mirror Universe
Rating: X
Pairing: Storm/McGuire
Summary: Mac is reassigned.
Warnings: Language
Betas:Stigmartyr762/GroovyGoddess
Disclaimer: Not making any money this is just us having fun and playing in the
Mirror Universe.
AN: There are scenes of violence, but this is the Mirror Universe.

Enjoy!
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Bri wasn't to sure about this ill-humored, annoying MACO on her security
team. "He's called me fuzzbutt. And he's...he's... oh Hell, Psi Corp wants me
to keep tabs on him. And what better way to do it then have him work for
me. I’m the Superior Officer.”

***
“I'm being assigned to Lt Commander Storm’s security team?” Sgt McGuire
gives Major Reed an incredulous look not believing what he's hearing.
“That's correct Sergeant. I'm assigning you to her security detachment and
no matter how much it may offend your delicate sensibilities you will follow
her orders. Is that clear Sgt McGuire?” Major Reed gives McGuire a look
that tells him he will not tolerate any insubordination what so ever and the
topic is closed for discussion.
Sgt McGuire snaps to attention, salutes, and belts out a "YES SIR!” The door
hisses shut behind Mac as he exits the armory heading for the chow hall,
foul thoughts filling his head at the thought of working for the fuzzy
wonder. “Promotion my ass....”

***
Major Reed enters Lieutenant Commander Storm's office, scowling.

"Major? Is everything alright?" Bri sits upright at attention.

"No. But he's yours now. Relax Bri, I'm not mad at you."

Briana relaxes a bit in her seat, "Mine? Oh, McGuire the new Sergeant, yes
he seems to have an interesting background. I can't wait to train with him.
Seems he has quite the martial arts background. And according to other
tests he will be a good match for me. You, not withstanding, Major. You're
a good match as well." Briana smirks at Malcolm.

"Oh of course, love. Be sure to keep your ears open. There's something..."
Malcolm trails off lost in thought.

"He was given a promotion to accept this position. And as a member of my

security team, there are other benefits. Not having to follow your orders,
for one." Bri giggles.

"Oh really, do they know who orders you?" Sounding annoyed at Briana's
humor.

"Yes Major. They know where my marching orders come from. And some of
my training sessions are more intense than yours, imagine, well you don't
have to. I've stalked you before."

"Very true love, just no rewarding him the way you do me for managing to
evade you."

"Malcolm! From what I can feel, his reward would be running me through
with a sword. I don't think he likes this assignment." Thinking to herself, 'or
me,' "But he's a loyal Empire MACO, he'll deal or I'll give him a tour of the
airlock." I smirking showing my fangs.

"Bri, fine. You get to write that paperwork. Just remember he is a MACO.
And no, I don't think he does like this assignment after all. He seems to be
more of a ground pounder and at the same time not like the other MACOs
on board. And wait at least a bit before the airlock. The Captain can't get
replacements at the moment." He smirks and Briana feels his amusement,
his mood has changed subtly.

Malcolm stands up, "Until later Lt Commander, get him adjusted to his new
duty assignment." And he leaves her office.

"Yes Sir!" and speaking aloud to no one, "Right, he has bridge duty. So now
to find the Sgt." Giggling softly Bri starts doing a scan for the new Sgt. 'I
might not be able to touch his mind, but someone will have to have seen
him.'

***
Sitting here in the chow hall fidgeting with a tray of food I have no appetite
for, I question my decision to return to occupied space. I was kidding myself
thinking I could hide forever. With a look of disgust on his face staring at
the cup of swill they’re passing off as coffee. Mac can't help but think he’s
choked on swamp water that tasted better than this. My musings are
interrupted by a young woman who's obviously been roughed up judging
by the looks of her torn uniform, bruises, and tears streaming down her
reddened cheeks. I don't like women and out of all the other occupied
tables she could have sat down at she chose mine. I don’t know you, but
who ever did this to you has just leaped to the top of my kill list once I find
out who the soon to be corpse responsible is. I’m pulling a handkerchief
from the arm pocket on my uniform, passing it to the frightened young lady
sitting across the table from me. At the same time my attention is drawn to
the chow hall doorway as Ensign Azzario storms in with a furious look on his
scarred face. His eyes immediately zero in on the frightened lady and them
switch over to me. I smile at Azzario waggling my fingers at him. ‘Hi there!’
He’s standing there trembling with barely contained rage. The few
remaining people left in the chow hall are rapidly finishing their meals and
making their exits because they know full well the shits about to hit the fan
and they want to get out of splatter range. “It's plainly obvious your
responsible for this poor girls condition. Aren’t you, you piece of shit?”
Azzario is a rapist and thus a dead man in my book....all the excuse I need.
Before he can even say a word the coffee cup that was in my hand connects
squarely with his nose with a satisfyingly audible crunch ‘I just love that
sound.’ Azzario’s head rocks back from the force of the impact as he tries
to turn and run from the chow hall but his egress is halted as two daggers
pulled from my jacket find a new resting place buried in his sorry ass. Sgt
McGuire gives a quick fist pump as his daggers hit their mark. “BooYAH!”

The remaining crew and cook staff has fled the chow hall and the girl
behind me is giggling hysterically at the sight of Ensign Azzario flopping like
a Caldorian Bullfrog stuck on a gig-pole. Grabbing him by the shoulder and
rolling him over, I dodge his clumsy attempt to stab me with his dagger.
“Thank you asshole! I really appreciate you giving me the opportunity to
unload some pent up frustration.” My fist connects solidly with his jaw, I
can feel his jawbone flex and then snap from this one blow rendering him
unconscious.....talk about a let down. I let go of Azzario, watching him
slump over like the sack of crap of he is. Picking up his dagger laying on the
floor, I turn to the girl. “You want to stab him a few times?” She looks at me
dumbly for a moment then bolts from the chow hall.

“.......YOUR WELCOME! .....ingrate”. Kneeling next to a unconscious Ensign

Azzario, I snort in disgust. “Well, there's only one thing left to do now, you
miserable piece of shit!” I stand up grabbing him by the front of his
uniform, I drag Azzario from the mess hall, down the corridor to the nearest
airlock hatch. As I'm breaking open the seal, I find myself chuckling at the
fact there isn't a single person in sight on this section of corridor. Mac looks
around quizzically, then rolls a semiconscious Azzario into the airlock and
dogs the hatch shut. The sound of the hatch sealing shut snaps the doomed
ensign fully awake. Azzario frantically beats on the hatch. “Scream all you
want you piece of shit, it won't do you any good.” I key the airlock controls
on a count down to open. Azzario is beating on the hatch, furiously trying
to force it open. “To bad, so sad, better luck in the next life asshole.”

His features begin to distort as the atmosphere is rapidly pumped out.

Blood vessels along his arms and face quickly rise to the surface of his skin
then begin to rupture, spewing blood droplets that clump into little floating
globules. Before his face can expand any further the outer hatch opens
sucking him out into the void. Gone just like that.....talk about a let down.
This is the first time I've spaced anyone and I have to say this was a huge let
down.

I feel like I've been cheated. I guess this is what a woman feels like when
she's gotten all worked, up and then left hanging after her partner rolls
over and falls asleep.

I look through the airlock window when the feeling of something wrong
comes over me. I quickly pat myself down before reaching into my jacket
to discover two empty sheathes on my blade harness. “AH SHIT! I just
spaced two of my knives.....Damn it!”

***
Briana notices a light on her computer terminal. "Hmmm? Wonder who just
got spaced?" She closes her eyes and does a more intense scan of the ships
inhabitants. "What's that?"

She starts to feel pain, apprehension and then relief from a young ensign.
She's new, having been picked up at the last Starbase.
"Ensign...Ensign...what is her name?" Snaps fingers, and then, "Ensign
Patrice, that's her name. Now, I doubt that little rabbit did anything, but
let's see what she knows. And since she's a Terran, no in-depth scanning. So
time to do this the old-fashioned way and go interview her."

Briana is looking around, still no Sgt McGuire. ‘Taking his time, I see.’ She
gets up, straightening her uniform and checking her daggers, before leaving
to see Ensign Patrice.
***
Still annoyed at the thought of losing two of his blades Mac makes his way
down the corridor to the turbolift. ‘It's not like those were two of my
custom made knives, just a crappy pair of standard issue daggers. Ah well,
as fun as that wasn't, it's time to go meet my new C.O. McGuire smacks the
down button with the side of his first wondering what sort of reception
he’ll receive at his new duty post.

I can't help but wonder if my promotion and reassignment to Lt Cmdr

Storm's security team has anything to do with the fact that I’ve killed four
Psi Corp operatives? They tried to assassinate a planetary governor who
reneged on a deal with them and then paid through the nose for MACO
security to protect his cowardly ass. Not that it did him any good, because
he wound up dead due to mysterious circumstances a few years later.
Stepping into the lift McGuire makes sure his uniform looks presentable.
What's that old proverb about living in interesting times? ‘Oh well, in for a
penny...’

I wonder how that ensigns doing? She's probably gonna have loads of
issues with men after her encounter with Azzario. Stepping off of the lift
McGuire looks down the corridor in both directions as if gauging some
unknown variable only he knows, then turns and heads to his left at a
casual pace until arriving at a door with Lt. Cmdr Storm’s name on it. Well
here goes nothing. McGuire presses the door chime and waits. After a few
moments of silence the Sgt pulls a coin out of his pocket and tosses it into
the air, catching it in his hand looking at the ornate face of the coin smiling
mischievously.

I could do something really stupid right now, but I'm going to hold off until I
get a better feel for Commandant Sassypants sense of humor. No sense in
starting things off on a sour note. And seeing how late it is, I guess I'll head
back to my boat and start cooking supper. The Sergeant walks down the
corridor back to the lift thinking about the big fat juicy Rynth steak waiting
to be tossed on the grill.

***

I enter the mess hall, it’s empty. That is unusual at this time of the shift, and
then I see Ensign Patrice in a disarrayed state, her uniform torn, her face
streaked with tears, and I can feel her pain and fear. She is barely on her
feet, “Ensign.”

“Ma’am...” she quietly replies to me.

“We need to get you to the Med bay, Come on. I will stay so that Phlox
doesn’t do anything untoward to you. As the Head of Security, I will need to
stay and ask you some questions as well. But first, the person responsible
for your condition, I know you didn’t do anything to him or her, but who
has?”

“Ma..Maco...new. I don’t know his name? He..I think he killed him.”

“He killed who?” I can feel my fangs dropping into place, ‘Fuck. Depending
on who killed who, I can reward them or detain them.’ I look at her, she’s
barely standing, I place my arm around her midsection, and pull her up until
I hear the intake of breath. “I think your ribs have been wounded. I can
carry you. And I won’t hurt you, Ensign. No matter what you might be
thinking. And yes, I could read you, but I’m not.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I can walk...”

“NO! You can’t. You’re breathing shallowly, and your color is...Ensign this is
an order, you are going to let me carry you or else, I will finish
incapacitating you, and then I won’t have any arguments.” I smirk slightly at
her watching her pale even further.

She nods slightly, and before she collapses, I catch her and swing her up
into my arms. I look around, now would be a good time for an ambush. I
leave the mess hall and start off towards the Med bay, sending a telepathic
burst to Phlox of what’s coming his way. He hates it when I do that, but he
is a sub, same as me. I could care less what a Denobulian feels or thinks for
that matter. And as for Patrice, she needs to learn some basic self-defense,
or she’s going to end up a dead rabbit. Women are the deadlier of the
species, time for her to learn it.

***
Two hours later, and after listening to Phlox’ inane chatter about the
delicate human condition... ‘I could snap his neck, but now is not the time.’
“Is she going to be awake any time soon?” I growl low as I’m asking. “This
is a Security matter, and I need answers to my questions.”

“Yes, Yes, Lt Commander, I can wake her at any time. Actually it would be a
good test of her condition.” He gives me that weird smile of his.

“No! No more of your experiments in how much pain a human can stand.
You are not doing anymore experiments in my presence. In fact, give me
the hypo and you’re dismissed, Doctor.” Bastard is lucky, I gave an oath to
the Captain not to slice and dice him up into little pieces. I walk over to the
bio-bed that Patrice is laying on. Her breathing is much better, and her
color has returned to normal. I almost...almost hate to wake her, but I’m
not allowed to scan Terran’s, even a rabbit like her. I place the hypo on her
neck and inject the contents into her, and it doesn’t take long before I hear
a soft moan.

“Ma’am...?” She opens her eyes and looks at me, before whispering, “Is he
here?”

“Who? Phlox? No. I dismissed him. We need to have a private chat, Ensign.”
I try to sound sympathetic however it comes out more annoyed.

“I thought he was being nice to me, I didn’t...I would’ve if he hadn’t...”

“Ensign!” ‘Goddess this rabbit is annoying me,’ “Stop stuttering, who did
this to you? And who killed him? As for why, you’re a woman, and
obviously not trained to defend yourself. We can fix that later. Now,
answer my questions, or I’ll forget my rule and get it the easy way.”

She starts crying, and then she takes a breath before continuing, “It was
Azzario, he...he raped me. And as I said, I don’t know who killed him. He is a
MACO, and I didn’t recognize him, he is new. And I’m still new as well.”

“Fine. I believe you. Now then, I need to see what you saw. Again, I’ll give
you a choice, I suggest you chose wisely. I don’t give second chances,
Ensign. The choice is you can allow me to scan you, or I will scan you. One
will hurt, the other won’t. Choose!” I am fast losing patience with this
rabbit. ‘Raped, that’s an alien concept in the Empire. Although one Terran
against another, it could be argued. However with her rank and position, it
wasn’t rape, it was rough sex.’

Patrice thinks for a moment, ‘No more pain,’ “Fine, scan me or do what
ever it is you do.” She shivers at the thought of a sub entering her mind.
‘She’s an Officer, but she’s a sub-human too.’

“Good choice, Ensign. Now then, relax and concentrate on your breathing.
With your approval, this won’t hurt you, you won’t be fighting me. I am
only looking at your recent memories, not anything further back, and none
of your other thoughts.” I can feel and smell her. She’s afraid of me.
Nothing new to me, I offer my help, and she will refuse it. Fine. Let her
savior deal with her safety. I gently and slowly enter her mind, I can see her
disgust at allowing a sub-human access to her mind. I could exit and using
the hypo, inject an air bubble into her system. I have a story all planned
out, Phlox didn’t catch something in her attack. But no, I need her
information, and I’ll let her live for now, future bait of course is not out of
the question. And then I see what Azzario did to her, she could’ve fought,
but stupid girl, she didn’t. She enters the mess hall, she thought in a crowd
of people...someone would feel sorry for her. It appears she’s was right,
and there’s her savior. Well isn’t that interesting! Sgt. McGuire. I’ve gotten
what I wanted from her, I exit her mind and leave her sleeping. After what I
saw, Phlox can have her. I start to exit and then I turn around growling.
‘Dammit! Artemis told me there would be days like this. When my duty to
the Empire needs to come first.’ I walk back over to the bio-bed and pick
her up. I know where her quarters are. I can drop her off on the way to find
my new Sergeant. I’ll file the incident report after I have the Sergeant do
his. Terran against Terran, no further investigation is warranted. She
could’ve stopped him and that would’ve been the end of it. The airlock
incident...McGuire’s work? Now then what to do about that? Azzario, no
big loss. However Tucker might not be amused, he was one of his
engineers. No major talent, but still... Perhaps I’ll let Sgt McGuire be the
one to explain it to him. Being a member of my team, I hold them to my
standards, he needs to learn that lesson, quickly! I don’t give a damn about
his feelings. I exit sickbay with the rabbit sound asleep, I continue on to her
quarters and moving her to my shoulder, I enter my override code to her
door. I walk in and see the mess that was caused. She’ll be busy with this
mess for a day or so. If I were nice, I’d sign off on her to have a few days off,
however I’m not feeling nice towards her. I drop her on her bed and then
the smell of cheap booze hits me. I wonder who had been drinking? Azzario
was known for trying to get women drunk, no loss. No one will mourn his
death. Charles won’t like it for a minute, and then he’ll move on. Damn,
Bigg’s will move up the ladder. Imara’s going to love that. One more thing
to add to McGuire’s list. I giggle softly, as I exit the rabbit’s quarters.
Speaking of McGuire, I wonder where he is. Seems he doesn’t know how to
properly report to his new commanding officer. I need some coffee, and I
don’t want to go back to the mess hall. Office or quarters? Office, and then
time to show the Sergeant who the bitch...I mean boss is. A few of the crew
in the corridor move to the side as I’m giggling menacingly at the thought of
what I’m planning to do. With that in mind, and the crew moving out of my
way, I head towards my office. Entering the Armory, I look around at some
of my team cleaning weapons. “Norman, today is supposed to be your day
off?”

“Yeah, Boss! I just wanted to shine some phasers.” He smiles at me,

whistling and polishing a phaser, he’s put back together.

“Kiss ass. Still doesn’t get you off the rotation. You are pulling escort duty.”

“Escort duty? Bri! That’s a damn dog.”

“That’s Commander Archer’s dog, and it’s Lieutenant Commander in here,

Norman. Set the tone for what I’m about to do.” I smirk and then giggle.

I see Norman step back and then, “Lieutenant Commander, do I want to be

here?”

“Probably not...but what the hell? You want to be amused? Stay. This
should be amusing. And make your kiss ass self useful, make me some
coffee...please and thank you, Norman.” I smile warmly at him. He’s one of
my team, but he has shared a secret, and that will go to the grave with me.
I move over towards the Comm and before hitting the button to engage it,
I clear my throat.
“Sgt McGuire you are to report to the Armory AT ONCE! You have less than
five minutes.” And then I disengage the comm.

“Bri. You read his jacket?” Norman looks at me, and tilts his head.

“No. It’s sealed. Why you know something I don’t big guy?”

“No. He’s just. I can’t place my finger on it, but I think you should be careful
with him.”

“Oh please. I’ve handled his type before. His brooding, annoying attitude
won’t work with me. He will march to my orders or he’ll be given a tour.” I
smile as I hear the door to the Armory open. ‘Less than four minutes, about
time.’ I turn around expecting McGuire to be there and it’s Lt. D’Augustino.

“Bri,” Norman is looking at one of the security monitors.

“Yes, Norman. D’Auggie, coffee please, you fix it well.”

As D’Auggie brings me back a mug of coffee, Norman tells me, “McGuire is

in his ship. He just entered it, ignoring your order, Ma’am.”

I don’t even take a sip of the coffee before I crush the mug in my hand
growling angrily, “He what?!? He’s where?!? That’s it! He’s going to really
pay for making me go to him. And he definitely gets to tell Commander
Tucker and the Captain why he spaced an engineer. For a fucking ensign.
And a rabbit at that. Prey got what she deserved, if she had killed him...it
would’ve been a miracle...but it would have been easier for the
Commander to write him off. As it is, gentlemen, Bigg’s will be moving up
on the ladder, someone not me, gets to tell Imara.” I look at the broken
mug in my hand, coffee on the floor, “And someone clean this mess up.” I
turn to leave the armory, “Please.” ‘Bastard! When I find you, I’m going to
make you pay, no coffee means a pissy bitchy Briana!’ I march towards the
nearest turbolift, and upon entering it, growl at the two Ensigns inside, who
immediately exit. Once I reach the cargo bay level, I exit the lift and enter
the cargo bay. ‘That ship is an eyesore. Why won’t the Captain let me use it
for target practice?’

***
What a day, what a day....
The deep, dark, rich, mahogany color of a 30 year old single malt scotch
flows like silk into the tumbler, signifying the end of the day.

This day has been a fresh slice of hell. I get promoted, then reassigned, and
then I unintentionally play white knight to a young ensign who has lousy
taste in men and even less common sense. Then I send Ensign Azzario on a
one way tour of the quadrant without a Vacc suit. Top it off with sending
three of his girlfriends to the infirmary as they try to ambush me on my
way back to my boat. Mr. Murphy has certainly had a fine ole time playing
Merry Hob with my happy ass today. I live a glamorous life indeed.

There’s something refreshingly therapeutic about cooking. The way a thick

juicy Rynth steak sounds when it’s slapped down on a hot grill, the feel of a
sharp knife slicing through a couple large russet potatoes putting them in
pot to be boiled, mashed with butter, cream, salt, a little garlic, the hiss of
steamed asparagus, and the sweet aroma of a warm Creme Brule to round
off the meal. And after the day I’ve had, I deserve this.

I can’t help but wonder as I laugh to my self, if Rear Admiral Gerald’s

flunkies ever figured out what happen to the contents of his private cargo
module? The chime of the door snaps me out of my musings and a slight
feeling of dread settles over me as I flick on the security monitor to see the
fuzzy terror herself standing in front of the entry hatch of my ship. McGuire
sighs heavily looking at the food cooking knowing full well there’s no hiding
it. Well shit! I may as well let her in……Dammit!

After checking over everything cooking, ensuring it won’t burn if I walk

away for a bit, I make my way from the galley to the entry hatch. Walking
down the corridor I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment for
restoring this heap of junk to operational condition. At the same time
though there’s still a lot of work to be done. Ventilation in the galley needs
work, wall panels need to be hung, as well as figuring out what style of
decor to go with. Ah the joys of owning a yacht.

At the hatch I thumb the exterior com and speak in an exaggerated tone,
“Who is it?” Lt Commander Storm looks up at the camera with an annoyed
look on her face. “OPEN UP SERGEANT! I want to talk to you. Or would you
like it if I took a cutting laser to this heap of scrap and let myself in?”

“I guess this isn’t a social call then.” I press the Open button on the access
panel next to the hatch watching as it hisses, moves forward, then slides to
the side revealing Mac wiping his hand off on an apron tied around his
waist. “Sorry, you caught me in the middle of cooking dinner. You eaten
yet, Ma’am?”

I look at him with daggers in my eyes, “NO! I haven’t eaten, I haven’t had
my coffee, and you won’t like me if I don’t get any fucking coffee. And
what? You’re cooking? So am I invited in then or do I haul you to the brig
for failure to obey an order?”

‘Yep, definitely not a social call and I’m in the shit deep already...joy.’
“Please come aboard Ma’am. I have a fresh pot brewed and Rynth steaks
on the grill along with garlic mashed potatoes, Asparagus spears, and
Creme Brule for desert. How do you like your steak?”

‘Okay, that’s a new tactic...’ and then I can smell heaven, coffee. “Please?
Interesting, Sergeant. I will. And you can have the asparagus, I take my
steak medium rare, and yes to the Creme Brule. But first, coffee, please.” If
he’s willing to be on his best behavior, then so can I.

“Right this way and watch your step, there’s a couple of open floor panels
on the way to the galley.” ‘Think fast, talk faster, and feed the angry kitty
well or its hard cheese for my happy ass.’ I lead the way to the galley with
Lt Commander Storm following close behind, her eyes planting daggers in
my back for some infraction more than likely its for spacing Azzario.’ “I
apologize for the clutter, if I knew you were coming I would have cleaned
things up a bit first. Your visit is about me killing Azzario correct?”

“Lights would be good here, but not a problem for me.” I enter his ship and
follow him. Paying close attention to the way back out. “Clutter? Oh the
panels, this is a ship, and maintenance is expected. And no business till I
have coffee, and not wearing it. Keep moving, Sergeant, you’re between
me and my coffee.” I giggle low.

Entering the galley I make a quick look over of everything cooking to make
sure all is well then move to the coffee pot selecting a large mug filling it
with an aromatic Blue Mountain blend. “Cream and sugar? Seats to your
left at the breakfast bar.”

I follow him into his galley, and look around for a spot to lean against, or a
place to sit. Show him I’m not afraid. However it seems every surface in
here is in use. Best to wait for him to show me the seats. “Yes, cream and
sugar. Leave the poison out this time, I’m not in the mood.” I follow his
instructions moving to the breakfast bar and take a seat, leaning back and
crossing my leg over the other.

“Say when.” As I add cream and sugar to the mug before passing it to my
new Commanding Officer. ‘Yeah...I’m definitely in it deep with her.’

“I like a good amount of cream, and four sugars with my coffee.” I accept
the mug, and discreetly sniff it before taking a sip, “This is a good blend of
coffee, definitely not from the ship’s stores. I thought I had the best
coffee.” I smile appreciating the taste, and that’s real cream he’s used.

Flipping the steaks then removing the potatoes to drain before mashing
them. Mac watches Briana as she continues to glare at him angrily. ‘Yes!
She likes the coffee.’ Mac works fast and efficiently preparing the meal
hoping his cooking will temper her anger and hopefully not string him up by
the short ones for angering her.

“I’d tell you to relax, the coffee must be working. However, yes I am here to
discuss Azzario with you. However, you failed to obey my order. That’s why
I’m mad with you. Azzario, you get to tell Commander Tucker. And if you
play your cards right with dinner, I’ll offer you a suggestion on how to
smooth it over with him.”

“Order? What order Ma’am?” With a puzzled look on his face Mac replays
the days events back in his mind trying find where he missed hearing her
order.

I look at him unbelievably, “You really don’t have a clue do you?” I take
another sip of the coffee, and before I catch myself, I can hear a purr
escape me.

“No Ma’am...I have no excuse....I’m clueless at this point. The Major didn’t
issue any orders other than informing me I was being assigned to your team
and ...wait. I remember hearing something over the comm but I was in the
middle of a fight with three of Azzario’s friends looking for a little pay back
for sending him on a tour of the quadrant without a Vacc suit. Snapping to
attention. “I apologize for not reporting sooner Ma’am!” Mac removes the
steaks from the grill letting them rest a moment before serving Briana.

“Fine. One was an expectation, reporting to your new Commanding

officer.” I snort out loud, “Azzario had friends? Oh wait, I know what or
rather who you’re speaking of, and three of them, really? Now that’s news.
And stand down soldier. The coffee has bought you some leniency with me.
To get my suggestion for dealing with Commander Tucker...let’s see how
well you cook?”
“No asparagus, mashed potatoes? and would you care for some wine or a
refresh of your coffee?” Mac serves Briana setting the plate in front of her
waiting for her to inspect the food for poison as is standard for all Fleet
Officers before eating while Mac serves himself taking note of Briana
watching his every move around the kitchen. ‘No wine so I’ll opt for ice tea
for myself. She’s definitely Psi Corp I can tell the way she’s looking at me
she’s trying to scan me and getting zip in return. Must bug her something
fierce.’

“Yes to the potatoes, and no to the asparagus. I don’t care for them.”
‘Wine? I best not, I don’t know him.’ “Refresh of the coffee, please and
thank you. Have you or have you not poisoned my food, I am sick of waiting
for the day a coward uses that to take me out.” I take another discreet sniff
of the aromas and I don’t smell anything, however that doesn’t mean
anything. As I’ve proven in the past. Some methods are fall backs. And I
can’t read anything from him, now I know why Psi Corp is interested in him.
I thought people like him were a myth.

“ Relax! It’s not poisoned. If it were my intention I would have struck long
ago.”

“Relax? From the MACO with a sealed jacket. That’s humorous, and I
thought you had none, a sense of humor, that is. As for striking me, not a
good idea, Sergeant. I’m not expendable.” I smile, allowing him to see my
fangs. ‘That is, if he were looking at me. Oh this must be a vexation for him,
a sub-human as his boss. And feeding me. I should get up and leave him be.
I can deal with him later. He has no where to run.’

Slicing off a succulent piece of steak while listening to Briana, Mac proceeds
to eat savoring the taste of the meat relishing in taste of it. ‘Oh yeah, This is
good eats.’ “The sealed records always put folks on edge on around me.
Sorry, but as you can understand I can’t divulge any information on that.
How’s your steak? Expendable? No, me on the other hand is a different
matter entirely. I’ll do my best and follow your orders and try to get along
with everyone on the team and if you don’t mind me being so bold
inquiring about something that may or may not be personal? ”

I look down at the plate, “I’m not on edge, Sergeant. And of course, I
understand sealed records. Don’t forget you’re not the only one, with
sealed records. Steak? I haven’t tried it yet,” I take the steak knife and fork,
and slice off a piece, placing it in my mouth and moan slightly at the flavor.
“It’s really good, thank you. Getting along would be good, I expect my team
to be that, a team. Following my orders would also be beneficial for you.
And yes, what is it?” I slice another piece and chew it slowly, savoring the
taste of the meat, watching him. ‘He can cook, I’ll give him that. Wonder
how dessert is going to be?’

While Briana enjoys her food Mac tends to Dessert removing a pan
containing individual dishes of Creme Brule from the oven setting the pan
on the counter to cool. “Pardon me if I’m prying, but when I came aboard
the Enterprise you were wearing a collar and a leash. Judging from your
expression I take it, it was a form of corporal punishment?” Mac liberally
sprinkles sugar on top of the warm Creme Brule before melting it with a
hand torch whilst rolling each small dish by hand forming a sugary crust
finishing the dish. “Now we let this rest for a bit and dessert will be ready to
serve. Would you like some more coffee Ma’am?” I hold up the coffee pot
offering a refill but from the look on the Lt Commander Briana’s face I’ve
stepped in it again...I should have left that question alone....dammit, so
much for making a good impression all that hard work shot in the ass...I
need to put my curiosity on a leash.

I look down for a moment, closing my eyes, and sighing loudly. I can hear
his heart beat, it’s increased slightly, nothing to worry about. I can’t read
his thoughts, he schools his non-verbals, I will need to listen to his body.
And now, do I tell him or no? I look back up, “If you could pass the coffee
back over, I need a refill. And have a seat, it’s not a state secret, it is
embarrassing though.” I sigh again, ‘It was very embarrassing! And my team
pays for my mistake in judgement as well.’

Refreshing Briana’s coffee, Mac serves the dessert portion of their meal. “If
you’d rather not rehash an unpleasant memory I understand and won’t ask
about it again.”

Accepting the refill, “Thank you, any more cream. I notice you have fresh,
not that stuff Chef has. And you need to hear it as a member of my team,
you will be on the rotation as well. I will apologize first, it was my lapse in
judgement, and apparently my punishment wasn’t good enough. My team
has to pay as well.” I growl low in my chest, and my tail is swinging about.

Passing the cream to Briana. “Yes I have or I should say had fresh. That’s
the last of the cream but no matter I’ll restock next StarBase we dock.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ll purchase you some or I’ll acquire you some at the next
base too. Amazing how some vendors just love to give me discounts.” I
smirk and giggle a bit.

“That’s not necessary Ma’am, This is a friendly gesture masked as an

attempt to get myself out of trouble with you or at the very least a reduced
sentence.” Mac smiles hoping his attempt at humor doesn’t fall flat. “How
is your dessert?”

“You in trouble? Not really. The coffee and the steak has paid for your
infractions. And the cream is a friendly gesture from your boss for making
good coffee. I’ll be back for more if that’s...oh the dessert. I haven’t tried it
yet. It smells divine.” I look down and it looks divine as well. I almost regret
spooning into it. ‘Amost...’ I take my spoon and get a bite size, bringing it to
my mouth, I inhale it’s scent. “Relax, I know you didn’t poison this, the
aroma helps the taste buds. Why true wine connoisseurs hate sinus
attacks.” I then place the spoon in mouth and simply enjoy it, letting it melt
in my mouth.

‘Watch it! Your getting ahead of yourself trying to impress your new C.O.’
“Sorry, didn’t mean to rush you. And you’re welcome at my table anytime
you want a good meal.” ‘Hopefully she won’t take that as blatant ass
kissing now...or worse yet a veiled attempt at a pass.’

“You’re not rushing me, Sergeant. And you best watch that invite, you are a
good chef, and it was all non-poisoned. However, I’m sure the Major
wouldn’t appreciate me ignoring him in the messhall and leaving him to eat
Chef’s,” coughs and then continues, “Food. Or what he calls what he does
food. He has made me a few good dishes, but he owed me.” ‘His heart rate
had spiked and then went back to normal. Nervous or lying to me?’

Smirking, “I was going to say his cooking could be construed as a form of

oral torture. And no I won’t want to earn the ire of the Major.” ‘She’s trying
to read me...nice, not many are schooled in reading non-verbals much less
master.’ Mac sits back down to enjoy his dessert listening to Briana speak.

I giggle a little bit more, while eating dessert, “This is...oh...very good. The
coffee actually enhances the flower of the brule. And yes, Chef has been
known to fix certain gastronomic specialities for me to use in interviews. As
for the Major, just stay out of his line of sight, I’ll take care of him for you.” I
think of the various ways I can take care of him and smile. I take a sip of
coffee before continuing on, “Security has a special duty, a rotation of
sorts. And this is because of what I did. It’s only fitting, but it didn’t
accomplish what it was supposed to do.” I sigh and again look down,
‘Archer can’t assassinate me, but he thought my team would do it for him.’

Tapping the layer of burnt sugar on top the Brule with the back of his spoon
Mac listens intently to the tale unfolding before him as he eats his dessert.
‘Hmm...needs more nutmeg, but judging by the purrs, she appears to be
enjoying her dessert.’ “What sort of rotation?”

“Commander Archer has us, the Security team, walk his dog, Porthos. I was
on the collar and leash because I growled at Porthos, and made him lose his
composure.” ‘He wet the floor, people were amused.’ “Commander Archer
was not amused by this. The leash and collar was not...as fitting a
punishment as he thought it would be. So he added the rotation too. And
that hasn’t done what he has expected it to do either. However since my
promotion and the fact I am a loyal Empire soldier, the Captain distracts
him for me. And the Major downplays the original incident as well.
However as a member of my team, you will be on the rotation as well. You
don’t have to like it, but you will have to do it. And you’re not allowed to
space the dog. When it’s time, I will have that pleasure.”

“Commander Archer sounds like a petty man if he feels it necessary to

humiliate you in such a fashion and waste the teams valuable time walking
his mutt.” Mac spoons a bite into his mouth thinking about all the times he
disposed of the pets of superior officers and passing it off as an unfortunate
accident.

I look around to see if there are any recording devices before I reply,
“We’re on your ship, and I still don’t know where your loyalties lie. You
could be here to help Archer. He is an ambitious man. Taking me out would
increase his chances to move up in rank.” I stop speaking at his
interruption.

“No bugs on my boat in case you want to know. I sweep it three times a
week just in case some one actually gets past my security barrier. Sorry I
didn’t mean to cut you off like that but do you remember all the big bold
letters on my file that screamed SEALED Authorised personnel only? My
loyalties lie elsewhere but until they call I’m your headache for the time
being. But not to worry Ma’am. I’m not what they call a rank oriented
individual so your six is covered.”

I laugh out loud at him. “My headache? Oh that’s a good one, Sergeant. I’ll
have to remember that one. And until you prove otherwise, everyone is a
rank oriented individual. I have lived longer with that knowledge. My
six...that...the Major has that covered for the time being. However I know
what you mean as well, and it would be wise not to mention your other
loyalties. I heard nothing, as long as you pass the coffee.”

Passing the coffee. “Considering this boat my be the single most secure
place on the ship and what with you being my Commanding Officer for the
duration, I feel it’s only fair to warn/inform you, though I have to question
my own reason I just hope I’m not making a mistake by divulging this little
tidbit of information.”

“I’d hate to argue with you, as your guest, however my quarters are the
most secure place on this ship. As a member of my team, I expect your
honesty as well as your loyalty. Barring that you may as well go back to the
MACOs. You protect my team, I protect you. If you have to leave, you best
let me know you’re leaving. And then you best let me know you’re still
alive. If you need me, I am also a loyal Psi Corp officer, and that is also
SEALED AUTHORIZED ONLY! See told you, you’re not the only one.” I smirk
and then giggle at his jaw dropping, if only slightly.

“So long as none of them try to stab me in the back I’ll protect them to the
level of my ability Ma’am. As for your room? I’m not going to argue with
you on that count. You say its secure, I believe you Ma’am.“ A sideways
smile plays across Mac’s face as he and Briana smirk at each other.

“I won’t deny I have rank oriented individuals on my team, Sergeant.

However leave them to me to discipline. Or I’ll be forced to discipline you
as well. And I am the head of Security. My room is secure. Okay, well it is
now. I caught the saboteur before you arrived. And there’s been no more
bombs in my room or the Jeffries tubes.” ‘Why did I tell him that? Damn he
is sneaky, maybe there is something in my coffee?’

“Bombs! Does the team do regular sweeps for explosive devices?” ‘I better
check my sniffers over and make sure they’re in proper working order.’

“They have been. He was very sloppy, a rogue telepath, not an explosives
expert. He actually used an old timer-device in the one he placed in my
quarters. I heard the ticking, and it was a low yield as well. More pop than
bang.” I shake my head at the saboteurs ineptness. “He really annoyed me,
it wasn’t a challenge. He placed the bombs at locations that wouldn’t have
done anything but be a noise maker.”

“Not to question you or your teams abilities Ma’am but how do you know
he wasn’t a dry run so who ever he was working with could get a feel for
you and your teams abilities or see how the ship would respond to such a
threat...even if it was an amateur carrying out the run?” ‘Definitely need to
check the sniffers out.’

“He was a rogue telepath, ex Corp, Sergeant. He was part of an on-going

investigation I’m working on. And until the time is right, no one but the
Major and I are working that investigation. You can feel free to take over
the sweeps if you want? And after the kidnapping of Commander Tucker by
the Commodore, my team and the MACOs have been changing and
upgrading our tactics. However, I look forward to your report after your
first week on my team. And that is not a request, that is now an order,
Sergeant. I look forward to your critique of my abilities to do my job.”

“Seeing how I’m low man on the totem pole I’m sure the members of your
team would appreciate me taking over that job...if it’ll get me out of the
dog walking rotation that is. Dogs don’t like me and I’m really not that fond
of them myself. I like cats better.” Mac instantly regrets the words that
have jumped out of his mouth.‘Dammit! Now why did you have to go and
do something as stupid as that? You dumb ass!’

‘Kiss ass much, Sergeant?’ “Cat’s are far superior. However I might be
biased?” I giggle and then reply, “As for the dog walking, sorry Sergeant all
of us, myself included get to enjoy that duty. However I might be willing to
take one or two of your shifts. Any more brule? I enjoy eating good food.”

“It’d be easier for me to concentrate looking for bombs than having to

worry about when I have to take Commodore Piddles for his daily
constitutional.”

“There are no more bombs, Sergeant. You can look, but you won’t find any.
I swept the ship myself afterwards. Crawling through the tubes, and the
deepest bowels of this ship. Now as for Commodore Piddles, I mean,
Porthos. We all have to do that duty.” ‘I think I’ve worn out my welcome.
He’s... questioning my abilities, and I can’t check on his.’

“Yes Ma’am, can’t blame a guy for trying though. What time does my shift
start? And I did not mean any disrespect to you or your abilities Ma’am.”

“Day starts at 0600, Sergeant. I want you playing shadow this week, and
then I’ll see where you fit in. What is your optimum time, day, swing or
evening duty? I will work with my team, when they work with me. I’ve
learned that the morning person stays on the morning/day shift. They lose
their concentration at night. And really? Seems to me you think you can do
my job better than I can, and you just reported in to me. I understand that
the MACOs are different from Fleet, but I have another title than those
two, yes, Sergeant. I hold a position amongst the MACOs as well. General
Casey made sure of that. None of them like me, but it’s not my job to be
liked. Psi Corp has a different training program. And I’m good at what they
have trained me to do.” I smile at him, allowing him to see my fangs.

“I’m flexible, I’ll work where ever you decide I should be assigned Ma’am. If
you think I’m best suited cleaning the armory then cleaning the armory is
what I’ll do.” Resisting the urge to roll his eye. ‘So she knows General Casey
hmm? Well Whoopity Ding Dong! Everybody knows him, especially at the
Officers club. Looks like this is going to be a real pleasure cruise from here
on out.’

His heartbeat is normal, he believes what he’s saying, however there is a

change, I can’t put a finger on it...but it’s there. I get up, “Where do you
want the dishes put? I think perhaps it’s time I leave. As for your flexibility,
we’ll see. Tomorrow you will report for duty at 0600, the next day for Beta,
and then we’ll see how you do on Gamma.”

“Just leave the dishes where they are, I’ll clean everything up and O600
tomorrow. I’ll be there on time Ma’am. Glad to have had this chance to talk
with you oh and one more question if I may?”

“Fine.” I leave the plates where they are, dropping my fork onto the plate
and then I turn to leave. “Thank you for the coffee and the food, and you’re
welcome, Sergeant. And what is the question?”

“Your welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed the food and the coffee. I was
wondering what are the people I’ll be working with like? Just so I have an
idea and hopefully not step on any ones toes by accident.” ‘Which I have no
doubt will happen but it doesn’t hurt to ask.’

‘Too late you’ve already stepped on the wrong toes.’ “Oh, each one has a
speciality that is vital to the team as a whole, however each one also has
their own personality quirks.” I smile at the thought of Matt’s antics, ‘He’s
going to love him.’ “Do your job, watch your six, follow my orders, and
you’ll do fine, Sergeant. Oh and I forgot my suggestion for you, concerning
Azzario. Have Lt. Imara tell Commander Tucker what happened. They have
an arrangement. He won’t bite her head off, or ask me to discipline her.
You on the other hand, you’re in a MACO uniform and that automatically
sets him off. By the way, you can continue wearing that uniform if you wish.
Just remember who’s team you are on, and we won’t have a problem.
Understand?” I take a step towards the exit corridor.

‘Yep...I’m going to be assigned every shit detail that comes down the pipe
from here on out.’ “Yes Ma’am, I understand you loud and clear. I’ll do my
best not to let you down.” ‘Too late for that dumb ass, your name may as
well be mud, because that’s were I’ll be spending the majority of my time
under her command and probably her boot heel as well if she has anything
to say about it.’

“Do your best not to get killed, or allow any of your teammates to fall. That
will piss me off. No need to show me out, I remember the way.” I start
down the corridor, and then I remember the open areas. ‘To late, as I pull a
twisted ankle back out of a hole. That’s going to hurt later.’

I rush out of the galley at the unmistakable sound of someone stepping into
an open deck plate. ‘I hope she didn’t injured herself.’ “Are you alright?
Here let me help you up.” ‘Yes, she hurt herself, so its down hill from here
on out. Hi there, I’m Sgt Expendable! I’ll be your human bomb disposal unit
today.’

I sigh, “I’m fine sergeant, I can take care of myself. I simply zigged when I
should’ve zagged.” I try to grin at him.

I offer her a hand up which she refuses so I move ahead of her to open the
hatch hoping she doesn’t hurt herself further exiting my boat. No sense in
hiding my embarrassment over the open deck plate. “Sorry about that
Ma’am. I hope the rest of your evening goes a lot better....”

‘Again, something is wrong, my tail is twitching. But I hear nothing, and I

can’t smell anything but the coffee in his galley still.’ “No worries,
Sergeant.” ‘I’m sure you didn’t plan this...but you’re not really sorry either.’
I continue walking, and try not to limp in front of him. ‘Fuck this is hurting.
~Malcolm, meet me at the turbolift, please. I have twisted my ankle.~’

‘~Bri where are you, love? You’re not showing up on the Security scans?~’

‘~I’m trying out a new miniature Ki’Taran shield, it must be working.~ I

won’t betray the Sergeant. But that is interesting, his ship can’t be scanned
by the Major’s equipment. There is more than meets the eye here, and not
being able to scan him, Artemis is going to owe me more than one for this
assignment.’

I watch my new C.O. leave the hangar bay trying hard not to look like she’s
limping from the deck of my boat before entering it, sealing the hatch
secure and activating the security field then head back down to the galley
to clean up from supper eat another Brule and then turn in making sure my
alarm is set I arrive before 0600 in the morning. “Without a doubt
tomorrow is going to be a fresh slice of green hell I just know it!”

***
TBC...
Title: Sgt McGuire meets Lt Commander Storm
Author: Stigmartyr762 & GroovyGoddess
Archive: Where we post it.
Category: AU Mirror Universe
Rating: X
Pairing: Storm/McGuire
Summary: Mac is reassigned.
Warnings: Language
Betas:Stigmartyr762/GroovyGoddess
Disclaimer: Not making any money this is just us having fun and playing in the
Mirror Universe.
AN: There are scenes of violence, but this is the Mirror Universe.

Enjoy!
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Briana Storm/ Ki’Tara(n) is Copyright © 2001-20 GroovyGoddess/PMS Productions. Sgt Mac
McGuire is Copyright © 2001-2010 Project Stig Productions. All rights reserved. My works are
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Bri wasn't to sure about this ill-humored, annoying MACO on her security
team. "He's called me fuzzbutt. And he's...he's... oh Hell, Psi Corp wants me
to keep tabs on him. And what better way to do it then have him work for
me. I’m the Superior Officer.”

***
“I'm being assigned to Lt Commander Storm’s security team?” Sgt McGuire
gives Major Reed an incredulous look not believing what he's hearing.
“That's correct Sergeant. I'm assigning you to her security detachment and
no matter how much it may offend your delicate sensibilities you will follow
her orders. Is that clear Sgt McGuire?” Major Reed gives McGuire a look
that tells him he will not tolerate any insubordination what so ever and the
topic is closed for discussion.
Sgt McGuire snaps to attention, salutes, and belts out a "YES SIR!” The door
hisses shut behind Mac as he exits the armory heading for the chow hall,
foul thoughts filling his head at the thought of working for the fuzzy
wonder. “Promotion my ass....”

***
Major Reed enters Lieutenant Commander Storm's office, scowling.

"Major? Is everything alright?" Bri sits upright at attention.

"No. But he's yours now. Relax Bri, I'm not mad at you."

Briana relaxes a bit in her seat, "Mine? Oh, McGuire the new Sergeant, yes
he seems to have an interesting background. I can't wait to train with him.
Seems he has quite the martial arts background. And according to other
tests he will be a good match for me. You, not withstanding, Major. You're
a good match as well." Briana smirks at Malcolm.

"Oh of course, love. Be sure to keep your ears open. There's something..."
Malcolm trails off lost in thought.

"He was given a promotion to accept this position. And as a member of my

security team, there are other benefits. Not having to follow your orders,
for one." Bri giggles.

"Oh really, do they know who orders you?" Sounding annoyed at Briana's
humor.

"Yes Major. They know where my marching orders come from. And some of
my training sessions are more intense than yours, imagine, well you don't
have to. I've stalked you before."

"Very true love, just no rewarding him the way you do me for managing to
evade you."

"Malcolm! From what I can feel, his reward would be running me through
with a sword. I don't think he likes this assignment." Thinking to herself, 'or
me,' "But he's a loyal Empire MACO, he'll deal or I'll give him a tour of the
airlock." I smirking showing my fangs.

"Bri, fine. You get to write that paperwork. Just remember he is a MACO.
And no, I don't think he does like this assignment after all. He seems to be
more of a ground pounder and at the same time not like the other MACOs
on board. And wait at least a bit before the airlock. The Captain can't get
replacements at the moment." He smirks and Briana feels his amusement,
his mood has changed subtly.

Malcolm stands up, "Until later Lt Commander, get him adjusted to his new
duty assignment." And he leaves her office.

"Yes Sir!" and speaking aloud to no one, "Right, he has bridge duty. So now
to find the Sgt." Giggling softly Bri starts doing a scan for the new Sgt. 'I
might not be able to touch his mind, but someone will have to have seen
him.'

***
Sitting here in the chow hall fidgeting with a tray of food I have no appetite
for, I question my decision to return to occupied space. I was kidding myself
thinking I could hide forever. With a look of disgust on his face staring at
the cup of swill they’re passing off as coffee. Mac can't help but think he’s
choked on swamp water that tasted better than this. My musings are
interrupted by a young woman who's obviously been roughed up judging
by the looks of her torn uniform, bruises, and tears streaming down her
reddened cheeks. I don't like women and out of all the other occupied
tables she could have sat down at she chose mine. I don’t know you, but
who ever did this to you has just leaped to the top of my kill list once I find
out who the soon to be corpse responsible is. I’m pulling a handkerchief
from the arm pocket on my uniform, passing it to the frightened young lady
sitting across the table from me. At the same time my attention is drawn to
the chow hall doorway as Ensign Azzario storms in with a furious look on his
scarred face. His eyes immediately zero in on the frightened lady and them
switch over to me. I smile at Azzario waggling my fingers at him. ‘Hi there!’
He’s standing there trembling with barely contained rage. The few
remaining people left in the chow hall are rapidly finishing their meals and
making their exits because they know full well the shits about to hit the fan
and they want to get out of splatter range. “It's plainly obvious your
responsible for this poor girls condition. Aren’t you, you piece of shit?”
Azzario is a rapist and thus a dead man in my book....all the excuse I need.
Before he can even say a word the coffee cup that was in my hand connects
squarely with his nose with a satisfyingly audible crunch ‘I just love that
sound.’ Azzario’s head rocks back from the force of the impact as he tries
to turn and run from the chow hall but his egress is halted as two daggers
pulled from my jacket find a new resting place buried in his sorry ass. Sgt
McGuire gives a quick fist pump as his daggers hit their mark. “BooYAH!”

The remaining crew and cook staff has fled the chow hall and the girl
behind me is giggling hysterically at the sight of Ensign Azzario flopping like
a Caldorian Bullfrog stuck on a gig-pole. Grabbing him by the shoulder and
rolling him over, I dodge his clumsy attempt to stab me with his dagger.
“Thank you asshole! I really appreciate you giving me the opportunity to
unload some pent up frustration.” My fist connects solidly with his jaw, I
can feel his jawbone flex and then snap from this one blow rendering him
unconscious.....talk about a let down. I let go of Azzario, watching him
slump over like the sack of crap of he is. Picking up his dagger laying on the
floor, I turn to the girl. “You want to stab him a few times?” She looks at me
dumbly for a moment then bolts from the chow hall.

“.......YOUR WELCOME! .....ingrate”. Kneeling next to a unconscious Ensign

Azzario, I snort in disgust. “Well, there's only one thing left to do now, you
miserable piece of shit!” I stand up grabbing him by the front of his
uniform, I drag Azzario from the mess hall, down the corridor to the nearest
airlock hatch. As I'm breaking open the seal, I find myself chuckling at the
fact there isn't a single person in sight on this section of corridor. Mac looks
around quizzically, then rolls a semiconscious Azzario into the airlock and
dogs the hatch shut. The sound of the hatch sealing shut snaps the doomed
ensign fully awake. Azzario frantically beats on the hatch. “Scream all you
want you piece of shit, it won't do you any good.” I key the airlock controls
on a count down to open. Azzario is beating on the hatch, furiously trying
to force it open. “To bad, so sad, better luck in the next life asshole.”

His features begin to distort as the atmosphere is rapidly pumped out.

Blood vessels along his arms and face quickly rise to the surface of his skin
then begin to rupture, spewing blood droplets that clump into little floating
globules. Before his face can expand any further the outer hatch opens
sucking him out into the void. Gone just like that.....talk about a let down.
This is the first time I've spaced anyone and I have to say this was a huge let
down.

I feel like I've been cheated. I guess this is what a woman feels like when
she's gotten all worked, up and then left hanging after her partner rolls
over and falls asleep.

I look through the airlock window when the feeling of something wrong
comes over me. I quickly pat myself down before reaching into my jacket
to discover two empty sheathes on my blade harness. “AH SHIT! I just
spaced two of my knives.....Damn it!”

***
Briana notices a light on her computer terminal. "Hmmm? Wonder who just
got spaced?" She closes her eyes and does a more intense scan of the ships
inhabitants. "What's that?"

She starts to feel pain, apprehension and then relief from a young ensign.
She's new, having been picked up at the last Starbase.
"Ensign...Ensign...what is her name?" Snaps fingers, and then, "Ensign
Patrice, that's her name. Now, I doubt that little rabbit did anything, but
let's see what she knows. And since she's a Terran, no in-depth scanning. So
time to do this the old-fashioned way and go interview her."

Briana is looking around, still no Sgt McGuire. ‘Taking his time, I see.’ She
gets up, straightening her uniform and checking her daggers, before leaving
to see Ensign Patrice.
***
Still annoyed at the thought of losing two of his blades Mac makes his way
down the corridor to the turbolift. ‘It's not like those were two of my
custom made knives, just a crappy pair of standard issue daggers. Ah well,
as fun as that wasn't, it's time to go meet my new C.O. McGuire smacks the
down button with the side of his first wondering what sort of reception
he’ll receive at his new duty post.

I can't help but wonder if my promotion and reassignment to Lt Cmdr

Storm's security team has anything to do with the fact that I’ve killed four
Psi Corp operatives? They tried to assassinate a planetary governor who
reneged on a deal with them and then paid through the nose for MACO
security to protect his cowardly ass. Not that it did him any good, because
he wound up dead due to mysterious circumstances a few years later.
Stepping into the lift McGuire makes sure his uniform looks presentable.
What's that old proverb about living in interesting times? ‘Oh well, in for a
penny...’

I wonder how that ensigns doing? She's probably gonna have loads of
issues with men after her encounter with Azzario. Stepping off of the lift
McGuire looks down the corridor in both directions as if gauging some
unknown variable only he knows, then turns and heads to his left at a
casual pace until arriving at a door with Lt. Cmdr Storm’s name on it. Well
here goes nothing. McGuire presses the door chime and waits. After a few
moments of silence the Sgt pulls a coin out of his pocket and tosses it into
the air, catching it in his hand looking at the ornate face of the coin smiling
mischievously.

I could do something really stupid right now, but I'm going to hold off until I
get a better feel for Commandant Sassypants sense of humor. No sense in
starting things off on a sour note. And seeing how late it is, I guess I'll head
back to my boat and start cooking supper. The Sergeant walks down the
corridor back to the lift thinking about the big fat juicy Rynth steak waiting
to be tossed on the grill.

***

I enter the mess hall, it’s empty. That is unusual at this time of the shift, and
then I see Ensign Patrice in a disarrayed state, her uniform torn, her face
streaked with tears, and I can feel her pain and fear. She is barely on her
feet, “Ensign.”

“Ma’am...” she quietly replies to me.

“We need to get you to the Med bay, Come on. I will stay so that Phlox
doesn’t do anything untoward to you. As the Head of Security, I will need to
stay and ask you some questions as well. But first, the person responsible
for your condition, I know you didn’t do anything to him or her, but who
has?”

“Ma..Maco...new. I don’t know his name? He..I think he killed him.”

“He killed who?” I can feel my fangs dropping into place, ‘Fuck. Depending
on who killed who, I can reward them or detain them.’ I look at her, she’s
barely standing, I place my arm around her midsection, and pull her up until
I hear the intake of breath. “I think your ribs have been wounded. I can
carry you. And I won’t hurt you, Ensign. No matter what you might be
thinking. And yes, I could read you, but I’m not.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I can walk...”

“NO! You can’t. You’re breathing shallowly, and your color is...Ensign this is
an order, you are going to let me carry you or else, I will finish
incapacitating you, and then I won’t have any arguments.” I smirk slightly at
her watching her pale even further.

She nods slightly, and before she collapses, I catch her and swing her up
into my arms. I look around, now would be a good time for an ambush. I
leave the mess hall and start off towards the Med bay, sending a telepathic
burst to Phlox of what’s coming his way. He hates it when I do that, but he
is a sub, same as me. I could care less what a Denobulian feels or thinks for
that matter. And as for Patrice, she needs to learn some basic self-defense,
or she’s going to end up a dead rabbit. Women are the deadlier of the
species, time for her to learn it.

***
Two hours later, and after listening to Phlox’ inane chatter about the
delicate human condition... ‘I could snap his neck, but now is not the time.’
“Is she going to be awake any time soon?” I growl low as I’m asking. “This
is a Security matter, and I need answers to my questions.”

“Yes, Yes, Lt Commander, I can wake her at any time. Actually it would be a
good test of her condition.” He gives me that weird smile of his.

“No! No more of your experiments in how much pain a human can stand.
You are not doing anymore experiments in my presence. In fact, give me
the hypo and you’re dismissed, Doctor.” Bastard is lucky, I gave an oath to
the Captain not to slice and dice him up into little pieces. I walk over to the
bio-bed that Patrice is laying on. Her breathing is much better, and her
color has returned to normal. I almost...almost hate to wake her, but I’m
not allowed to scan Terran’s, even a rabbit like her. I place the hypo on her
neck and inject the contents into her, and it doesn’t take long before I hear
a soft moan.

“Ma’am...?” She opens her eyes and looks at me, before whispering, “Is he
here?”

“Who? Phlox? No. I dismissed him. We need to have a private chat, Ensign.”
I try to sound sympathetic however it comes out more annoyed.

“I thought he was being nice to me, I didn’t...I would’ve if he hadn’t...”

“Ensign!” ‘Goddess this rabbit is annoying me,’ “Stop stuttering, who did
this to you? And who killed him? As for why, you’re a woman, and
obviously not trained to defend yourself. We can fix that later. Now,
answer my questions, or I’ll forget my rule and get it the easy way.”

She starts crying, and then she takes a breath before continuing, “It was
Azzario, he...he raped me. And as I said, I don’t know who killed him. He is a
MACO, and I didn’t recognize him, he is new. And I’m still new as well.”

“Fine. I believe you. Now then, I need to see what you saw. Again, I’ll give
you a choice, I suggest you chose wisely. I don’t give second chances,
Ensign. The choice is you can allow me to scan you, or I will scan you. One
will hurt, the other won’t. Choose!” I am fast losing patience with this
rabbit. ‘Raped, that’s an alien concept in the Empire. Although one Terran
against another, it could be argued. However with her rank and position, it
wasn’t rape, it was rough sex.’

Patrice thinks for a moment, ‘No more pain,’ “Fine, scan me or do what
ever it is you do.” She shivers at the thought of a sub entering her mind.
‘She’s an Officer, but she’s a sub-human too.’

“Good choice, Ensign. Now then, relax and concentrate on your breathing.
With your approval, this won’t hurt you, you won’t be fighting me. I am
only looking at your recent memories, not anything further back, and none
of your other thoughts.” I can feel and smell her. She’s afraid of me.
Nothing new to me, I offer my help, and she will refuse it. Fine. Let her
savior deal with her safety. I gently and slowly enter her mind, I can see her
disgust at allowing a sub-human access to her mind. I could exit and using
the hypo, inject an air bubble into her system. I have a story all planned
out, Phlox didn’t catch something in her attack. But no, I need her
information, and I’ll let her live for now, future bait of course is not out of
the question. And then I see what Azzario did to her, she could’ve fought,
but stupid girl, she didn’t. She enters the mess hall, she thought in a crowd
of people...someone would feel sorry for her. It appears she’s was right,
and there’s her savior. Well isn’t that interesting! Sgt. McGuire. I’ve gotten
what I wanted from her, I exit her mind and leave her sleeping. After what I
saw, Phlox can have her. I start to exit and then I turn around growling.
‘Dammit! Artemis told me there would be days like this. When my duty to
the Empire needs to come first.’ I walk back over to the bio-bed and pick
her up. I know where her quarters are. I can drop her off on the way to find
my new Sergeant. I’ll file the incident report after I have the Sergeant do
his. Terran against Terran, no further investigation is warranted. She
could’ve stopped him and that would’ve been the end of it. The airlock
incident...McGuire’s work? Now then what to do about that? Azzario, no
big loss. However Tucker might not be amused, he was one of his
engineers. No major talent, but still... Perhaps I’ll let Sgt McGuire be the
one to explain it to him. Being a member of my team, I hold themto my
standards, he needs to learn that lesson, quickly! I don’t give a damn about
his feelings. I exit sickbay with the rabbit sound asleep, I continue on to her
quarters and moving her to my shoulder, I enter my override code to her
door. I walk in and see the mess that was caused. She’ll be busy with this
mess for a day or so. If I were nice, I’d sign off on her to have a few days off,
however I’m not feeling nice towards her. I drop her on her bed and then
the smell of cheap booze hits me. I wonder who had been drinking? Azzario
was known for trying to get women drunk, no loss. No one will mourn his
death. Charles won’t like it for a minute, and then he’ll move on. Damn,
Bigg’s will move up the ladder. Imara’s going to love that. One more thing
to add to McGuire’s list. I giggle softly, as I exit the rabbit’s quarters.
Speaking of McGuire, I wonder where he is. Seems he doesn’t know how to
properly report to his new commanding officer. I need some coffee, and I
don’t want to go back to the mess hall. Office or quarters? Office, and then
time to show the Sergeant who the bitch...I mean boss is. A few of the crew
in the corridor move to the side as I’m giggling menacingly at the thought of
what I’m planning to do. With that in mind, and the crew moving out of my
way, I head towards my office. Entering the Armory, I look around at some
of my team cleaning weapons. “Norman, today is supposed to be your day
off?”

“Yeah, Boss! I just wanted to shine some phasers.” He smiles at me,

whistling and polishing a phaser, he’s put back together.

“Kiss ass. Still doesn’t get you off the rotation. You are pulling escort duty.”

“Escort duty? Bri! That’s a damn dog.”

“That’s Commander Archer’s dog, and it’s Lieutenant Commander in here,

Norman. Set the tone for what I’m about to do.” I smirk and then giggle.

I see Norman step back and then, “Lieutenant Commander, do I want to be

here?”

“Probably not...but what the hell? You want to be amused? Stay. This
should be amusing. And make your kiss ass self useful, make me some
coffee...please and thank you, Norman.” I smile warmly at him. He’s one of
my team, but he has shared a secret, and that will go to the grave with me.
I move over towards the Comm and before hitting the button to engage it,
I clear my throat.
“Sgt McGuire you are to report to the Armory AT ONCE! You have less than
five minutes.” And then I disengage the comm.

“Bri. You read his jacket?” Norman looks at me, and tilts his head.

“No. It’s sealed. Why you know something I don’t big guy?”

“No. He’s just. I can’t place my finger on it, but I think you should be careful
with him.”

“Oh please. I’ve handled his type before. His brooding, annoying attitude
won’t work with me. He will march to my orders or he’ll be given a tour.” I
smile as I hear the door to the Armory open. ‘Less than four minutes, about
time.’ I turn around expecting McGuire to be there and it’s Lt. D’Augustino.

“Bri,” Norman is looking at one of the security monitors.

“Yes, Norman. D’Auggie, coffee please, you fix it well.”

As D’Auggie brings me back a mug of coffee, Norman tells me, “McGuire is

in his ship. He just entered it, ignoring your order, Ma’am.”

I don’t even take a sip of the coffee before I crush the mug in my hand
growling angrily, “He what?!? He’s where?!? That’s it! He’s going to really
pay for making me go to him. And he definitely gets to tell Commander
Tucker and the Captain why he spaced an engineer. For a fucking ensign.
And a rabbit at that. Prey got what she deserved, if she had killed him...it
would’ve been a miracle...but it would have been easier for the
Commander to write him off. As it is, gentlemen, Bigg’s will be moving up
on the ladder, someone not me, gets to tell Imara.” I look at the broken
mug in my hand, coffee on the floor, “And someone clean this mess up.” I
turn to leave the armory, “Please.” ‘Bastard! When I find you, I’m going to
make you pay, no coffee means a pissy bitchy Briana!’ I march towards the
nearest turbolift, and upon entering it, growl at the two Ensigns inside, who
immediately exit. Once I reach the cargo bay level, I exit the lift and enter
the cargo bay. ‘That ship is an eyesore. Why won’t the Captain let me use it
for target practice?’

***

What a day, what a day....

The deep, dark, rich, mahogany color of a 30 year old single malt scotch
flows like silk into the tumbler, signifying the end of the day.

This day has been a fresh slice of hell. I get promoted, then reassigned, and
then I unintentionally play white knight to a young ensign who has lousy
taste in men and even less common sense. Then I send Ensign Azzario on a
one way tour of the quadrant without a Vacc suit. Top it off with sending
three of his girlfriends to the infirmary as they try to ambush me on my
way back to my boat. Mr. Murphy certainly had a fine ole time playing
Merry Hob with my happy ass today. I live a glamorous life indeed.

There’s something refreshingly therapeutic about cooking. The way a thick

juicy Rynth steak sounds when it’s slapped down on a hot grill, the feel of a
sharp knife slicing through a couple large russet potatoes putting them in
pot to be boiled, mashed with butter, cream, salt, a little garlic, the hiss of
steamed asparagus, and the sweet aroma of a warm Creme Brule to round
off the meal. And after the day I’ve had, I deserve this.

I can’t help but wonder as I laugh to my self, if Rear Admiral Gerald’s

flunkies ever figured out what happen to the contents of his private cargo
module? The chime of the door snaps me out of my musings and a slight
feeling of dread settles over me as I flick on the security monitor to see the
fuzzy terror herself standing in front of the entry hatch of my ship. McGuire
sighs heavily looking at the food cooking knowing full well there’s no hiding
it. Well shit! I may as well let her in……Dammit!

After checking over everything cooking, ensuring it won’t burn if I walk

away for a bit, I make my way from the galley to the entry hatch. Walking
down the corridor I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment for
restoring this heap of junk to operational condition. At the same time
though there’s still a lot of work to be done. Ventilation in the galley needs
work, wall panels need to be hung, as well as figuring out what style of
decor to go with. Ah the joys of owning a yacht.

At the hatch I thumb the exterior com and speak in an exaggerated tone,
“Who is it?” Lt Commander Storm looks up at the camera with an annoyed
look on her face. “OPEN UP SERGEANT! I want to talk to you. Or would you
like it if I took a cutting laser to this heap of scrap and let myself in?”

“I guess this isn’t a social call then.” I press the Open button on the access
panel next to the hatch watching as it hisses, moves forward, then slides to
the side revealing Mac wiping his hand off on an apron tied around his
waist. “Sorry, you caught me in the middle of cooking dinner. You eaten
yet, Ma’am?”

I look at him with daggers in my eyes, “NO! I haven’t eaten, I haven’t had
my coffee, and you won’t like me if I don’t get any fucking coffee. And
what? You’re cooking? So am I invited in then or do I haul you to the brig
for failure to obey an order?”

‘Yep, definitely not a social call and I’m in the shit deep already...joy.’
“Please come aboard Ma’am. I have a fresh pot brewed and Rynth steaks
on the grill along with garlic mashed potatoes, Asparagus spears, and
Creme Brule for desert. How do you like your steak?”

‘Okay, that’s a new tactic...’ and then I can smell heaven, coffee. “Please?
Interesting, Sergeant. I will. And you can have the asparagus, I take my
steak medium rare, and yes to the Creme Brule. But first, coffee, please.” If
he’s willing to be on his best behavior, then so can I.

“Right this way and watch your step, there’s a couple of open floor panels
on the way to the galley.” ‘Think fast, talk faster, and feed the angry kitty
well or its hard cheese for my happy ass.’ I lead the way to the galley with
Lt Commander Storm following close behind, her eyes planting daggers in
my back for some infraction more than likely its for spacing Azzario.’ “I
apologize for the clutter, if I knew you were coming I would have cleaned
things up a bit first. Your visit is about me killing Azzario correct?”

“Lights would be good here, but not a problem for me.” I enter his ship and
follow him. Paying close attention to the way back out. “Clutter? Oh the
panels, this is a ship, and maintenance is expected. And no business till I
have coffee, and not wearing it. Keep moving, Sergeant, you’re between
me and my coffee.” I giggle low.

Entering the galley I make a quick look over of everything cooking to make
sure all is well then move to the coffee pot selecting a large mug filling it
with an aromatic Blue Mountain blend. “Cream and sugar? Seats to your
left at the breakfast bar.”

I follow him into his galley, and look around for a spot to lean against, or a
place to sit. Show him I’m not afraid. However it seems every surface in
here is in use. Best to wait for him to show me the seats. “Yes, cream and
sugar. Leave the poison out this time, I’m not in the mood.” I follow his
instructions moving to the breakfast bar and take a seat, leaning back and
crossing my leg over the other.

“Say when.” As I add cream and sugar to the mug before passing it to my
new Commanding Officer. ‘Yeah...I’m definitely in it deep with her.’

“I like a good amount of cream, and four sugars with my coffee.” I accept
the mug, and discreetly sniff it before taking a sip, “This is a good blend of
coffee, definitely not from the ship’s stores. I thought I had the best
coffee.” I smile appreciating the taste, and that’s real cream he’s used.

Flipping the steaks then removing the potatoes to drain before mashing
them. Mac watches Briana as she continues to glare at him angrily. ‘Yes!
She likes the coffee.’ Mac works fast and efficiently preparing the meal
hoping his cooking will temper her anger and hopefully not string him up by
the short ones for angering her.

“I’d tell you to relax, the coffee must be working. However, yes I am here to
discuss Azzario with you. However, you failed to obey my order. That’s why
I’m mad with you. Azzario, you get to tell Commander Tucker. And if you
play your cards right with dinner, I’ll offer you a suggestion on how to
smooth it over with him.”

“Order? What order Ma’am?” With a puzzled look on his face Mac replays
the days events back in his mind trying find where he missed hearing her
order.

I look at him unbelievably, “You really don’t have a clue do you?” I take
another sip of the coffee, and before I catch myself, I can hear a purr
escape me.

“No Ma’am...I have no excuse....I’m clueless at this point. The Major didn’t
issue any orders other than informing me I was being assigned to your team
and ...wait. I remember hearing something over the comm but I was in the
middle of a fight with three of Azzario’s friends looking for a little pay back
for sending him on a tour of the quadrant without a Vacc suit. Snapping to
attention. “I apologize for not reporting sooner Ma’am!” Mac removes the
steaks from the grill letting them rest a moment before serving Briana.

“Fine. One was an expectation, reporting to your new Commanding

officer.” I snort out loud, “Azzario had friends? Oh wait, I know what or
rather who you’re speaking of, and three of them, really? Now that’s news.
And stand down soldier. The coffee has bought you some leniency with me.
To get my suggestion for dealing with Commander Tucker...let’s see how
well you cook?”
“No asparagus, mashed potatoes? and would you care for some wine or a
refresh of your coffee?” Mac serves Briana setting the plate in front of her
waiting for her to inspect the food for poison as is standard for all Fleet
Officers before eating while Mac serves himself taking note of Briana
watching his every move around the kitchen. ‘No wine so I’ll opt for ice tea
for myself. She’s definitely Psi Corp I can tell the way she’s looking at me
she’s trying to scan me and getting zip in return. Must bug her something
fierce.’

“Yes to the potatoes, and no to the asparagus. I don’t care for them.”
‘Wine? I best not, I don’t know him.’ “Refresh of the coffee, please and
thank you. Have you or have you not poisoned my food, I am sick of waiting
for the day a coward uses that to take me out.” I take another discreet sniff
of the aromas and I don’t smell anything, however that doesn’t mean
anything. As I’ve proven in the past. Some methods are fall backs. And I
can’t read anything from him, now I know why Psi Corp is interested in him.
I thought people like him were a myth.

“ Relax! It’s not poisoned. If it were my intention I would have struck long
ago.”

“Relax? From the MACO with a sealed jacket. That’s humorous, and I
thought you had none, a sense of humor, that is. As for striking me, not a
good idea, Sergeant. I’m not expendable.” I smile, allowing him to see my
fangs. ‘That is, if he were looking at me. Oh this must be a vexation for him,
a sub-human as his boss. And feeding me. I should get up and leave him be.
I can deal with him later. He has no where to run.’

Slicing off a succulent piece of steak while listening to Briana, Mac proceeds
to eat savoring the taste of the meat relishing in taste of it. ‘Oh yeah, This is
good eats.’ “The sealed records always put folks on edge on around me.
Sorry but as you can understand I can’t divulge any information on that.
How’s your steak? Expendable? No, me on the other hand is a different
matter entirely. I’ll do my best and follow your orders and try to get along
with everyone on the team and if you don’t mind me being so bold
inquiring about something that may or may not be personal? ”
I look down at the plate, and I haven’t even tried it yet, “I’m not on edge,
Sergeant. And of course, I understand sealed records. Don’t you forget
you’re not the only one, with sealed records. Steak? I haven’t tried it yet,” I
take the steak knife and fork, and slice off a piece, placing it in my mouth
and moan slightly at the flavor. “It’s really good, thank you. Getting along
would be good, I expect my team to be that, a team. Following my orders
would also be beneficial for you. And yes, what is it?” I slice another piece
and chew it slowly, savoring the taste of the meat, watching him. ‘He can
cook, I’ll give him that. Wonder how dessert is going to be?’

While Briana enjoys her food Mac tends to Dessert removing a pan
containing individual dishes of Creme Brule from the oven setting the pan
on the counter to cool. “Pardon me if I’m prying, but when I came aboard
the Enterprise you were wearing a collar and a leash. Judging from your
expression I take it, it was a form of corporal punishment?” Mac liberally
sprinkles sugar on top of the warm Creme Brule before melting it with a
hand torch whilst rolling each small dish by hand forming a sugary crust
finishing the dish. “Now we let this rest for a bit and dessert will be ready to
serve. Would you like some more coffee Ma’am?” I hold up the coffee pot
offering a refill but from the look on Lt Commander Briana’s face I’ve
stepped in it again...I should have left that question alone....dammit, so
much for making a good impression all that hard work shot in the ass...I
need to put my curiosity on a leash.

I look down for a moment, closing my eyes, and sighing loudly. I can hear
his heart beat, it’s increased slightly, nothing to worry about. I can’t read
his thoughts, he schools his non-verbals, I will need to listen to his body.
And now, do I tell him or no? I look back up, “If you could pass the coffee
back over, I need a refill. And have a seat, it’s not a state secret, it is
embarrassing though.” I sigh again, ‘It was very embarrassing! And my team
pays for my mistake in judgement as well.’

Refreshing Briana’s coffee, Mac serves the dessert portion of their meal. “If
you’d rather not rehash an unpleasant memory I understand and won’t ask
about it again.”

Accepting the refill, “Thank you, any more cream. I notice you have fresh,
not that stuff Chef has. And you need to hear it as a member of my team,
you will be on the rotation as well. I will apologize first, it was my lapse in
judgement, and apparently my punishment wasn’t good enough. My team
has to pay as well.” I growl low in my chest, and my tail is swinging about.

Passing the cream to Briana. “Yes I have or I should say had fresh. That’s
the last of the cream but no matter I’ll restock next StarBase we dock.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ll purchase you some or I’ll acquire you some at the next
base too. Amazing how some vendors just love to give me discounts.” I
smirk and giggle a bit.

“That’s not necessary Ma’am, This is a friendly gesture masked as an

attempt to get myself out of trouble with you or at the very least a reduced
sentence.” Mac smiles hoping his attempt at humor doesn’t fall flat. “How
is your dessert?”

“You in trouble? Not really. The coffee and the steak has paid for your
infractions. And the cream is a friendly gesture from your boss for making
good coffee. I’ll be back for more if that’s...oh the dessert. I haven’t tried it
yet. It smells divine.” I look down and it looks divine as well. I almost regret
spooning into it. ‘Amost...’ I take my spoon and get a bite size, bringing it to
my mouth, I inhale it’s scent. “Relax, I know you didn’t poison this, the
aroma helps the taste buds. Why true wine connoisseurs hate sinus
attacks.” I then place the spoon in mouth and simply enjoy it, letting it melt
in my mouth.

‘Watch it! Your getting ahead of yourself trying to impress your new C.O.’
“Sorry, didn’t mean to rush you. And you’re welcome at my table anytime
you want a good meal.” ‘Hopefully she won’t take that as blatant ass
kissing now...or worse yet a veiled attempt at a pass.’

“You’re not rushing me, Sergeant. And you best watch that invite, you are a
good chef, and it was all non-poisoned. However, I’m sure the Major
wouldn’t appreciate me ignoring him in the messhall and leaving him to eat
Chef’s,” coughs and then continues, “Food. Or what he calls what he does
food. He has made me a few good dishes, but he owed me.” ‘His heart rate
had spiked and then went back to normal. Nervous or lying to me?’
Smirking, “I was going to say his cooking could be construed as a form of
oral torture. And no I won’t want to earn the ire of the Major.” ‘She’s trying
to read me...nice, not many are schooled in reading non-verbals much less
master.’ Mac sits back down to enjoy his dessert listening to Briana speak.

I giggle a little bit more, while eating dessert, “This is...oh...very good. The
coffee actually enhances the flower of the brule. And yes, Chef has been
known to fix certain gastrionic specialities for me to use in interviews. As for
the Major, just stay out of his line of sight, I’ll take care of him for you.” I
think of the various ways I can take care of him and smile. I take a sip of
coffee before continuing on, “Security has a special duty, a rotation of
sorts. And this is because of what I did. It’s only fitting, but it didn’t
accomplish what it was supposed to do.” I sigh and again look down,
‘Archer can’t assassinate me, but he thought my team would do it for him.’

Tapping the layer of burnt sugar a top the Brule with the back of his spoon
Mac listens intently to the tale unfolding before him as he eats his dessert.
‘Hmm...needs more nutmeg, but judging by the purrs, she appears to be
enjoying her dessert.’ “What sort of rotation?”

“Commander Archer has us, the Security team, walk his dog, Porthos. I was
on the collar and leash because I growled at Porthos, and made him lose his
composure.” ‘He wet the floor, people were amused.’ “Commander Archer
was not amused by this. The leash and collar was not...as fitting a
punishment as he thought it would be. So the rotation as well. And that
hasn’t done what he has expected it to do either. However since my
promotion and the fact I am a loyal Empire soldier, the Captain distracts
him for me. And the Major downplays the original incident as well.
However as a member of my team, you will be on the rotation as well. You
don’t have to like it, but you will have to do it. And you’re not allowed to
space the dog. When it’s time, I will have that pleasure.”

“Commander Archer sounds like a petty man if he feels it necessary to

humiliate you in such a fashion and waste the teams valuable time walking
his mutt.” Mac spoons a bite into his mouth thinking about all the times he
disposed of the pets of superior officers and passing it off as an unfortunate
accident.
I look around to see if there are any recording devices before I reply,
“We’re on your ship, and I still don’t know where your loyalties lie. You
could be here to help Archer. He is an ambitious man. Taking me out would
increase his chances to move up in rank.” I stop speaking at his
interruption.

“No bugs on my boat in case you want to know. I sweep it three times a
week just in case some one actually gets past my security barrier. Sorry I
didn’t mean to cut you off like that but do you remember all the big bold
letters on my file that screamed SEALED Authorised personnel only? My
loyalties lie elsewhere but until they call I’m your headache for the time
being. But not to worry Ma’am. I’m not what they call a rank oriented
individual so your six is covered.”

I laugh out loud at him. “My headache? Oh that’s a good one, Sergeant. I’ll
have to remember that one. And until you prove otherwise, everyone is a
rank oriented individual. I have lived longer with that knowledge. My
six...that...the Major has that covered for the time being. However I know
what you mean as well, and it would be wise not to mention your other
loyalties. I heard nothing, as long as you pass the coffee.”

Passing the coffee. “Considering this boat my be the single most secure
place on the ship and what with you being my Commanding Officer for the
duration I feel its only fair to warn/inform you though I have to question my
own reason I just hope I’m not making a mistake by divulging this little
tidbit of information.”

“I’d hate to argue with you, as your guest, however my quarters are the
most secure place on this ship. As a member of my team, I expect your
honesty as well as your loyalty. Barring that you may as well go back to the
MACOs. You protect my team, I protect you. If you have to leave, you best
let me know you’re leaving. And then you best let me know you’re still
alive. If you need me, I am also a loyal Psi Corp officer, and that is also
SEALED AUTHORIZED ONLY! See told you, you’re not the only one.” I smirk
and then giggle at his jaw dropping, if only slightly.

“So long as none of them try to stab me in the back I’ll protect them to the
level of my ability Ma’am. As for your room? I’m not going to argue with
you on that count. You say its secure, I believe you Ma’am.“ A sideways
smile plays across Mac’s face as he and Briana smirk at each other.

“I won’t deny I have rank oriented individuals on my team, Sergeant.

However leave them to me to discipline. Or I’ll be forced to discipline you
as well. And I am the head of Security. My room is secure. Okay, well it is
now. I caught the saboteur before you arrived. And there’s been no more
bombs in my room or the Jeffries tubes.” ‘Why did I tell him that? Damn he
is sneaky, maybe there is something in my coffee?’

“Bombs! Does the team do regular sweeps for explosive devices?” ‘I better
check my sniffers over and make sure their in proper working order.’

“They have been. He was very sloppy, a rogue telepath, not an explosives
expert. He actually used an old timer-device in the one he placed in my
quarters. I heard the ticking, and it was a low yield as well. More pop than
actual damage.” I shake my head at the saboteurs ineptness. “He really
annoyed me, it wasn’t a challenge. He placed the bombs at locations that
wouldn’t have done anything but be a noise maker.”

“Not to question you or your teams abilities Ma’am but how do you know
he wasn’t a dry run so who ever he was working with could get a feel for
you and your teams abilities or see how the ship would respond to such a
threat...even if it was an amateur carrying out the run?” ‘Definitely need to
check the sniffers out.’

“He was a rogue telepath, ex Corp, Sergeant. He was part of an on-going

investigation I’m working on. And until the time is right, no one but the
Major and I are working that investigation. You can feel free to take over
the sweeps if you want? And after the kidnapping of Commander Tucker by
the Commodore, my team and the MACOs have been changing and
upgrading our tactics. However I look forward to your report after your first
week on my team. And that is not a request, that is now an order, Sergeant.
I look forward to your critique of my abilities to do my job.”

“Seeing how I’m low man on the totem pole I’m sure the members of your
team would appreciate me taking over that job...if it’ll get me out of the
dog walking rotation that is. Dogs don’t like me and I’m really not that fond
of them myself. I like cats better.” Mac instantly regrets the words that
have jumped out of his mouth.‘Dammit! Now why did you have to go and
do something as stupid as that? You dumb ass!’

‘Kiss ass much, Sergeant?’ “Cat’s are far superior. However I might be
biased?” I giggle and then reply, “As for the dog walking, sorry Sergeant all
of us, myself included get to enjoy that duty. However I might be willing to
take one or two of your shifts. Any more brule? Or is that rude? I enjoy
eating good food.”

“It’d be easier for me to concentrate looking for bombs than having to

worry about when I have to take Commodore Piddles for his daily
constitutional.”

“There are no more bombs, Sergeant. You can look, but you won’t find any.
I swept the ship myself afterwards. Crawling through the tubes, and the
deepest bowels of this ship. Now as for Commodore Piddles, I mean,
Porthos. We all have to do that duty.” ‘I think I’ve worn out my welcome.
He’s... questioning my abilities, and I can’t check on his.’

“Yes Ma’am, can’t blame a guy for trying though. What time does my shift
start? And I did not mean any disrespect to you or your abilities Ma’am.”

“Day starts at 0600, Sergeant. I want you playing shadow this week, and
then I’ll see where you fit in. What is your optimum time, day, swing or
evening duty? I will work with my team, when they work with me. I’ve
learned that the morning person stays on the morning/day shift. They lose
their concentration at night. And really? Seems to me you think you can do
my job better than I can, and you just reported in to me. I understand that
the MACOs are different from Fleet, but I have another title than those
two, yes, Sergeant. I hold a position amongst the MACOs as well. General
Casey made sure of that. None of them like me, but it’s not my job to be
liked. Psi Corp has a different training program. And I’m good at what they
have trained me to do.” I smile at him, allowing him to see my fangs.

“I’m flexible, I’ll work where ever you decide I should be assigned Ma’am. If
you think I’m best suited cleaning the armory then cleaning the armory is
what I’ll do.” Resisting the urge to roll his eye. ‘So she knows General Casey
hmm? Well Whoopity Ding Dong! Everybody knows him, especially at the
Officers club. Looks like this is going to be a real pleasure cruise from here
on out.’

His heartbeat is normal, he believes what he’s saying, however there is a

change, I can’t put a finger on it...but it’s there. I get up, “Where do you
want the dishes put? I think perhaps it’s time I leave. As for your flexibility,
we’ll see. Tomorrow you will report for duty at 0600, the next day for Beta,
and then we’ll see how you do on Gamma.”

“Just leave the dishes where they are, I’ll clean everything up and O600
tomorrow. I’ll be there on time Ma’am. Glad to have had this chance to talk
with you oh and one more question if I may?”

“Fine.” I leave the plates where they are, dropping my fork onto the plate
and then I turn to leave. “Thank you for the coffee and the food, and you’re
welcome, Sergeant. And what is the question?”

“Your welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed the food and the coffee. I was
wondering what are the people I’ll be working with like? Just so I have an
idea and hopefully not step on any ones toes by accident.” ‘Which I have no
doubt will happen but it doesn’t hurt to ask.’

‘Too late you’ve already stepped on the wrong toes.’ “Oh, each one has a
speciality that is vital to the team as a whole, however each one also has
their own personality quirks.” I smile at the thought of Matt’s antics, ‘He’s
going to love him.’ “Do your job, watch your six, follow my orders, and
you’ll do fine, Sergeant. Oh and I forgot my suggestion for you, concerning
Azzario. Have Lt. Imara tell Commander Tucker what happened. They have
an arrangement. He won’t bite her head off, or ask me to discipline her.
You on the other hand, you’re in a MACO uniform and that automatically
sets him off. By the way, you can continue wearing that uniform if you wish.
Just remember who’s team you are on, and we won’t have a problem.
Understand?” I take a step towards the exit corridor.

‘Yep...I’m going to be assigned every shit detail that comes down the pipe
from here on out.’ “Yes Ma’am, I understand you loud and clear. I’ll do my
best not to let you down.” ‘Too late for that dumb ass your name may as
well be mud because that’s were I’ll be spending the majority of my time
under her command and probably her boot heel as well if she has anything
to say about it.’

“Do your best not to get killed, or allow any of your teammates to fall. That
will piss me off. No need to show me out, I remember the way.” I start
down the corridor, and then I remember the open areas. ‘To late, as I pull a
twisted ankle back out of a hole. That’s going to hurt later.’

I rush out of the galley at the unmistakable sound of someone stepping into
an open deck plate. ‘I hope she didn’t injured herself.’ “Are you alright?
Here let me help you up.” ‘Ye, she hurt herself, so its down hill from here
on out. Hi there, I’m Sgt Expendable! I’ll be your human bomb disposal unit
today.’

I sigh, “I’m fine sergeant, I can take care of myself. I simply zigged when I
should’ve zagged.” I try to grin at him.

I offer her a hand up which she refuses so I move ahead of her to open the
hatch hoping she doesn’t hurt herself further exiting my boat. No sense in
hiding my embarrassment over the open deck plate. “Sorry about that
Ma’am. I hope the rest of your evening goes a lot better....”

‘Again, something is wrong, my tail is twitching. But I hear nothing, and I

can’t smell anything but the coffee in his galley still.’ “No worries,
Sergeant.” ‘I’m sure you didn’t plan this...but you’re not really sorry either.’
I continue walking, and try not to limp in front of him. ‘Fuck this is hurting.
~Malcolm, meet me at the turbolift, please. I have twisted my ankle.~’

‘~Bri where are you, love? You’re not showing up on the Security scans?~’

‘~I’m trying out a new miniature Ki’Taran shield, it must be working.~ I

won’t betray the Sergeant. But that is interesting, his ship can’t be scanned
by the Major’s equipment. There is more than meets the eye here, and not
being able to scan him, Artemis is going to owe me more than one for this
assignment.’

I watch my new C.O. leave the hangar bay trying hard not to look like she’s
limping from the deck of my boat before entering it, sealing the hatch
secure and activating the security field then head back down to the galley
to clean up from supper eat another Brule and then turn in making sure my
alarm is set I arrive before 0600 in the morning. “Without a doubt
tomorrow is going to be a fresh slice of green hell I just know it!”

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TBC...