Braxton gets his butt kicked

Posted on Sat Nov 16th, 2019 @ 12:52pm by Brigadier General David Hurd Sr

530 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Episode 101 - Peace During War
Location: General Hurd's Office, Aboard ship
Timeline: MD02 0900

ON:

Nothing good happened at 0900 hours. Braxton knew that. He'd known that went he message came in last night that he was to come to the General's office. To be honest, he'd had to read the message twice to get through all the liquor that was fogging his brain. The message had sobered him.

He'd gotten up feeling like the living dead and tasting death in his mouth. He showered, washed his teeth, grabbed a coffee and a Valerian Prime Tea to break through the hang over headache that was throbbing between his eyes.

Feeling a bit shaky but still strong enough he made his way to the general's office and with five minutes to spare. Sighing to straightened and then rang the chime.

"Get in here now Braxton!!!", Hurd roared from the other side of the door.

That wasn't good. Braxton barley had time to cringe before the door opened and Hurd bellowed. He sighed and straightened. "General. Reporting as ordered."

Furious, Hurd said, "Before I rip into your ass, what's wrong with you?, Why are you acting a damn fool?"

Braxton raised an eyebrow. The General's elevated voice was doing nothing for his headache. He sighed. "I don't understand sir."

With anger in his voice he replied, "Let me refresh your alcohol addled brain". "Late to work, Hung over at work,you've been slow, your reports have been sloppy and late, and your ass has been leaving before your shift is up." Walking around to where he was face to face with the man he screamed, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM BRAXTON?"

Braxton winced. "Right now? You yelling." In retrospect that was not the way to go.

Infuriated, Hurd raised his voice more. "WELL YOU HAD DAMN WELL GET USED TO IT YOU SCREW UP". "YOU HAVE BROUGHT DISHONOR TO YOURSELF AND MORE IMPORTANTLY TO MY CORPS, SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF MARINE?"

"Nothing, Sir." What could he say? He was still hung over. He would have missed his ship if Hades hadn't hauled him there last night. Truth be told he was tired. "I will do better." At least that is what he told himself.

"NOTHING?" ""NOTHING?", Hurd fumed. "WELL LET ME TELL YOU, YOUR GOING TO STOP ALL OF THIS RIGHT THIS VERY NANOSECOND, DO YOU HEAR ME?" "NO MORE BOOZE PERIOD, DOUBLE DUTY FOR 6 MONTHS, CONFINED TO QUARTERS FOR 6 MONTHS, AND IF ANYTHING, ANYTHING EVER HAPPENS AGAIN, IM LOCKING YOU IN THE BRIG FOR A MINIMUM OF 7 MONTH, CLEAR!!!?"

He figured it was clear to the entire ship. "Yes sir." He studied the general. "Also as a medical officer I must warn you about getting so worked up. It's not good for your blood pressure."

"You have been warned now get out", Hurd said in disgust.

Braxton gave the appropriate salute and left. Leaving Starfleet filtered through his mind again. He decided that his confinement to quarters was enough time to give it a good think over.

Calming down, Hurd filed his conversation and punishments in the ships computer and saved it. Logging off, he sighed. He hoped he knocked some sense into the man, he really did.

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