>> "Very little problems here from anyone. a couple of the folks got a
>little carried away playing with the boys, and took exception to me giving
>them a hard time about keeping their fun on the brighter side of civil.
>The offenders are cooling their heals in the brig. Chgarges are not being
>filed, but I hav enot told them that... From what I gathered they got into
>a supply of 'real' booze and did not realize it until it was too late- aka
>after a few glasses. That was last night. The Klingon Commander and I
>taken to playing poker in the main lounge. That has seemed to reienforce
>to both sides that they are to play nice together."
>
>"Good. Although I doubt that they didn't rrrealize it wasn't 'rrreal'
>booze," she smiled. "Well, I should go talk to ourrr frrriends in the
>brrrig beforrre we invite them to the meeting laterrr today. Carrre to
>show me to them?"
>
Black's attempt to be diplomatic was not lost on her from the sound of things...
"Of course, Admiral. Right this way..." he took them down another hallway and in
a few short minutes later...
Inside the Brig were 6 cells, 3 on each side of the room. The center of the room
had a long table where a few guards were working on some paperwork.
Three of the cells were occupied with Kitanya's training group. They looked like
they had mild headaches, perhaps from being taken to the brig in a not so gentle
manner. Spec Ops field forces made for bad drunks...
The instantly realized who was there and the trouble they were about to get into...
{Jules??}
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