>> 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...
>
>Kitanya's eyes narrowed. She looked to the guards. "I'd like to speak to the
>prrrisoners alone," she said softly, but with an emphasis on the word 'prisoners'
>that was unmistakable in its potential for wrath.
>
Captain Black gave them a gentle wave to hurry them along, and followed them out.
They waited outside of the brig until summoned again.
>
>She nodded to Torgash, who go the message and left with the guards. After
>the door had closed, she turned her attention to the beings in the cells.
>"So. You arrrrive at a classified facility on the frrront lines, forrr a
>crrritical mission in conjunction with allied Klingon forrrces who arrre
>going to be watching ourrr everrry move, and you decide to have a parrrty."
> She turned to each of them. "I selected you forrr this mission because
>you werrre supposed to be the best. Instead, I get a team of clowns. What
>arrre you going to do when you face the enemy, an enemy that seven feet
>tall with inch-and-a-half claws and teeth? Honk rrrubberr horrrns at
>them?!" Her voice had been steadily rising until the last was a mild roar.
>
None of them wanted to answer. Probably because none of them wanted to get yelled
at further for offering answers to rehtorical questions or for offering excuses.
Either way it was a bad thing....
However, one decided that someone had to take the heat. No matter what...
"Sir, in a manner of an explaination, we were making use of down time to shed some
stress and tension. It was not our intention to embarass the Federation, Starfleet,
and certainly not you, Sir. We got carried away, sir, and I promise you with all that
I am that the behavior got us in the brig will not happen again, Sir..." replied what
looked to be the senior of those in the pokey. He waited for the verbal lashing...
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