Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Big Mac Attack
Stardate 2366.10.21
Ten Forward 2230 HRS
The evening was winding down and Chan was ready to go.
Her social skills were getting better she would admit but had a long way to go to catch up to Benjamin Raines standards. She smiled inwardly…”the only person I’m totally comfortable with is Jack” she thought as her gaze fell on him just in time to see him cast a meaningful glance in her direction. He downed the rest of his scotch…which she noticed he had slowed down on since her gentle chiding earlier and made his way around the room to say goodnight. Following his lead, she did the same, inevitably meeting at the door at the same time.
As she stood beside him she saw him inhale softly as if trying to preserve a favored scent for later. She smiled, knowing he would swear it was apples.
“Evenin’, Lieutenant Hemlos,” he smiled softly, “care fer an escort home?”
“I would love one, thank you Lt MacTavish” she said as he ushered her through the open door into the hallway .
There were still a few people mingling about near Ten Forward as they walked toward the lift. Some were just getting off a split shift and heading in to unwind before retiring and some who were there simply because they didn’t want to face their lonely quarters until they absolutely had to. She was happy that she didn’t have that dilemma. Since she had met Jack, they had been almost inseparable. At first she thought that might end up being a problem, but lately she had relaxed more and was enjoying the company he provided.
She was lost in thought when an intoxicated ensign who, apparently having never been on the receiving end of one of Jack’s tirades had made a deragatory comment under his breath as they passed.
Chan held her breath as Jack stopped abruptly a few feet from him. She could feel the anger emanating from him.
“Jack, don’t.” She said as he turned around to confront him.
The calming effect that Chan always seemed to have on him had just started to take hold as they walked side by side along the corridor. His gaze had already skimmed over the few crewmen outside the door of the lounge and he had been prepared to make a comment on the evening when an apparently tipsy ensign in golds shuffled past them and slurred; “Hey Mac! W’sup Bones?”
Bones?! Jack stiffened and stopped dead in his tracks. That calming effect apparently getting tossed right out the hatch when something offensive is said to Chantelle.
“Jack, don’t,” he heard her say as he turned and stormed after the man.
Don’t what? Kill th’ bastard? “I won’t,” he growled through clenched teeth.
“Oy,” he snapped as he came within a few steps of the staggering gold-suit. The man turned and was greeted by the sight of Mac’s palm as the TAC officer’s hand closed over his face and he was shoved roughly into the bulkhead. The only thing that Mac could see of the ensign’s face was one bulging, bloodshot eye and a pair of dark eyebrows that were raised so high in surprise that there were more ridges in the kid’s forehead than an elderly Klingon’s.
“Wha’ th’ hell did ye jus’ say, ensign,” Mac snarled as he pressed the man against the bulkhead.
Whatever the man’s frenzied response might have been it was muffled by the presence of the TAC officer’s hand pressed painfully against his face. “Mmphd’dmphphammphnmph,” was the answer he gave, quickly sobering up.
“Aye,” Mac sneered, pulling the man a few centimeters away from the wall only to smash him into it again, “tha’s wha’ I thought ye said.” The blood was pounding in his temples, now, and as he glared at the pinned ensign he could’ve sworn that the man was Ian. “Lemme tell ye somethin’, lad,” he said ominously, “If ye e’er open yer bloody gob ta a lady like tha’ agin, I’ll be findin’ ye an’ guttin’ yer arse wi’ a fargin’ shoehorn,” Mac’s freehand clenched into a fist, relaxed, and clenched again, obviously wrestling with the urge to punch a mudhole in the ensign’s chest, “Are ye un’erstandin’ me, boy?”
The ensign didn’t try to vocalize a response this time, instead, he nodded enthusiastically and didn’t stop until Jack finally let go of his face and let him off of the wall. “Grand,” Mac huffed, “Now get yer monkey-arse oota me fookin’ sight afore I lose me temper!”
He watched the man scurry off down the hall for a moment before turning back in the direction of the turbolift. His face was an angry shade of red as he strode back up the corridor muttering in Gaelic under his breath…
The few members who had been milling about stared in disbelief as Jack’s repressed anger exploded. Chantelle stood frozen and gasped as she watched Jack shove the ensign into the wall with a force of a man harboring an inner grudge. There was no need to tell him to stop. It was doubtful he would have heard her anyway. Once that Scottish temper was raised there was no going back. She had learned quite quickly to just stand back and let it play out. It seemed an eternity until he released the drunken ensign and when he did, Chantelle released an audible sigh. She rushed to his side. His face was red with anger and she was afraid to even touch him. She had seen Jack angry before but there was something quite different about this incident. She felt that whatever had been bugging him all night had a lot to do with the intensity of his actions, that and all the Glenlivet he had consumed.
“Are you ok?” she asked anxiously
He snorted something under his breath and allowed her to lead him into the turbo lift.
Leaning against the cool stainless steel of the wall he closed his eyes, his fists still half clenched. Chantelle took his hand and gently pulled open his tensed fingers.
After kissing each one she placed it on the side of her face. Her skin was soft and warm and a bit damp. Was she crying? He opened his eyes and looked into hers.
Raising his other hand to her face he wiped away a stray tear with his thumb and pulled her to him and gently kissed her lips.
“I’m sorry, Chan-luv,” he said, her face still cradled in his hands, “I…” he paused for an instant as if truly unsure of what to add, “…I’ve go’ a bloody, shootle-load o’ haggis in me ‘ead an’… an’ none of et’s anythin’ I care ta think aboot…”
She laid her head on his chest and sighed.
“Then let’s not think about it” she said. “Deck Two, Officers Quarters” she commanded, prompting the turbo lift to begin is ascent to the upper levels of the ship.
“at least not tonight”
((OOC: Fade to black  ))
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 18:44:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Alrighty then
I shall strive for PG then 
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 13:42:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: PG??
Personally I think it should be "R" 
What say you Olan? Is it "PG" or "R"??
If you say PG, I'm gonna hafta rewrite my upcoming post 
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 13:15:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: whoa nelly...
guess jack & chan better 'get to it' then huh?
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 10:03:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: "I want to write but I can't"
You can DREAM can't you?
What lies in the unconcious mind of Natalie Keely?
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 10:02:46.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Jus teasin' ya
I figured you love noolies.
Most of us girls do
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 09:53:12.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: hee hee
betchuve done that one
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 13:37:29.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: you're IT...
Street Luge Tag
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 13:05:20.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: DOWNED POWER LINE LIMBO
Now THAT'S what I'M talkin' about!
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 12:54:55.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: tsk tsk...
you're not an animal lover are you? 
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 12:53:34.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: my my my
aren't you sadistic.
I LIKE it!!
Going a few steps South of there...
Musical Landmines
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 10:14:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: What's it called when you contemplate contemplation?
procrastination 
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 08:39:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: an applaud for BS
It was worth the wait
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 06:07:23.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Hee hee
SQUEAL!!!
Poor babies
I never liked Frankenstein...I like Marcupials...cuz they're FAST
How about a nice game of Blindfold Bullfighting...
and in anticipation of the obvious question...the blindfold goes on the matador NOT the bull. 
Posted on 2006-10-05 at 05:24:21.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: how about
Ice Golf 
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 17:00:39.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: SAVE THAT PUPPY!!!
I cannae believe ye rembred Eol...
Who could forget the Honey Slide of DOOM!!
I LOVED that show...
Dag Nabbit was the ABSOLUTE best host...aside from Richard Dawson in Running Man...I'll buy THAT for a dollar!!
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 16:58:47.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: EXTREME Sports
If you could create a new sport...what would it be?
here's an example:
Downhill Minature Golf
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 12:08:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: You're welcome
Avie
You totally deserved it.
Ok...I guess Chan will just have to endure small talk for a while longer.
Seriously,
I'd like to see the new crew members post as well. It IS an ice breaker y'know
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 10:54:22.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: wind down?
Olan,
will El Capitain dismiss the festivities or are we allowed to leave as we see fit?
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 10:07:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: y'all talk FAST...
dunno how long Chan can hold out 
btw...Eol, the edit was flawless. LOVED the updated version.
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 09:59:17.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 10:00:30 by Lyskhala
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Topic: FIRST one to post here wins
Subject: Is it...
The Muppett Theme song???
shucks...am I wrong again?
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 08:29:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: regarding my last post in Relaunch...
I really took liberties with Mac's responses...
they aren't nearly as succinct as Eol's would be and for that I do apologize...however there was a motive for the madness.
Eol, please feel free to edit as you see fit to bring the repsonses up to snuff in keeping with Mac's character
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 06:58:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: The QUEEN of technobabble
Go NAT!!
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 05:41:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Rystefn K'ryll...
really nice post I like the shrink already.
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 05:27:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: play ball...
Chantelle looked around the room quickly before turning her gaze back to Jack.
“I’m fine” she said in a hushed tone. “I’m not so sure about you”
Jack leaned in and whispered in her ear “I tol ye luv, I’m a’right. Tha only thing wrong with me is I’m not in yer bed yet”
“Jack, please” she started.
He laughed out loud and took her elbow to move her away from the crowd.
“Please?” he said mockingly. “Aye luv, ye don hafta to beg…” he smiled that crooked smile and her heart melted. He had successfully maneuvered her out of earshot of the others and took advantage of the position. He nuzzled her ear briefly and she allowed herself this momentary pleasure.
“Oh Jack”, she said softly, “You’ve been drinking and this, this isn’t the place for…”
He leaned in further and pressed against her slim frame. “fer wha luv?” He smiled wickedly and looked around the room. No one had noticed they had retreated from the crowd. “If it would make ye feel better, les get oota' 'ere and go to yer place so I can do this proper”
Chantelle’s heart raced…how he affected her. How could she be upset with him and how in the world could she say “no” tonight…and did she really want to.
“alright Jack” she said breathlessly and pushed reluctantly past him as she straightened her tunic. “lets get out of here”
Posted on 2006-10-03 at 20:10:28.
Edited on 2006-10-04 at 05:17:45 by Lyskhala
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