"Denny Crane... Trix are for kids."
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Morale Issues on Galactica
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Just keep running, Lee… Just run.
Lee kept his pace as he moved through the hallways of the ship's interior. He had made it all the way across to the front and decided to come back the same way, but go to the back end of the ship. He felt the urge to challenge himself.
Hey, he had run it many times in the past. Lee and Kara would run the entire ship on a daily basis together, shouting at passerbys who did not leave a clear way for them. They'd reply with a sneer and clear the way, or just clear the way and keep smart by staying quiet.
Some wouldn't stay quiet; some would even talk about the two for short moment. "Well, they're pretty close, wouldn't you think?"
Of course they were. Of course they were.
In latter days, Lee's brother Zak and Kara were both affectionate to each other. Kara was Zak's flight instructor, and the two began a relationship. Lee had never met Kara until Zak introduced her. And, being very protective of his brother, Lee was very perturbed that his brother could foul up another relationship.
But not Kara. No, she was way different. Lee himself liked her when he first met her.
He still liked her.
It got more personal when the two were engaged. It was against regulations for two people such as Kara and Zak to be having such an affair. Lee was angered himself. He was always for regulations; he was Mr. Regulations.
Maybe that wasn't all. Maybe he knew that if both were found out, they would be punished severely; Kara most of all.
He wanted to be sure Kara would not have to pay for everything.
But the marriage never happened.
Zak died in a flight accident. The Adama family was heavily crushed at the loss of their son.
Kara almost spiritually died from the absence of Zak if it were not for William Adama, Zak and Lee's father. William had never met her until the funeral, but in such short time had come to be very close to her; and she to him. It was not an affair or a sexual relationship; more on the terms of a father/daughter relationship.
Left or right?
Lee came to a fork in the halls. Left: to CIC. Right: Officer's quarters.
Lee knew his father was down the right-way hall.
Lee went left.
Kara had a horrible family experience as a child; her father died and her mother was a torrid drunk. She disconnected from her own family and felt welcomed by the Adamas, of course she became very close to them.
And to have a father figure, William, around her made the post-funeral experience much easier for Kara. She joined the Battlestar Galactica to stay close to William, and to find a new life in the military.
As for Lee, he pretty much tried to stay as far away from his father as possible; which made Kara feel sorry for him. She sent a letter once to him, wishing he was stationed on the Galactica with her so that they would be the two Viper pilots everyone would be jealous of; the idols to work up to.
Lee forgot to reply back, and the two had not talked for two years.
Wonderful CIC…
Lee passed by CIC, where pretty much no one was working at the time. A lot of the lights were on, but, none of the consoles were operated.
But he noticed someone was in there. It made Lee's jogging pace slow down to a halt.
"Hello?" he said aloud.
The figure comprehended him.
"Captain," a voice replied. It was Lieutenant Anastasia Dualla, Petty Officer 2nd Class. She was up at the consoles, still checking them and making sure they were alright.
Lee stepped more into CIC to greet her. "Dualla! I—well, um, good morning."
Dualla nodded back. "Good morning, Captain." She was an attractive, short black girl who ran the Galactica's communications and various minor CIC operations. For short, the Commander would refer to her as 'Dee'. Lee did the same, for regulations. But also because he felt that since his father did, he had to do so as well.
Lee, breathing deeply, bent over a bit, placing his hands on his legs. "What, um… what are you doing up? – and working?"
Dee replied very formally. "Checking up on the Galactica, sir; making sure she's alright even in our present situation."
"You mean the Cylon absence?"
"Yes, sir."
Lee, knowing that everyone on the ship was probably bored (and asleep right now), had to question Dee further. She was pretty much going by military formality and highly able to give straight answers quickly like a fast bullet in a dust storm.
Lee wondered how she would answer to his questions. He was personally interested.
"Who put you in charge during these hours?" he asked.
Dee had a short moment. Lee's eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"No one did, sir," she finally replied. "I just felt I was needed here, that's all."
Lee shrugged. "Well, it is not like there is anything to expect in these gods-forsaken space…"
Dee herself shrugged. "Just… pet peeves, I guess. I don't want to feel relaxed having our guard down, sir."
Lee nodded. "I can agree to that. You're a good officer, Dualla; great to have you with us."
Dee blinked, and then quietly became very chirpy in her personality. "Thank you, sir. I try my best."
Lee smiled. "If I may say, you do excellently well."
Dee smiled.
"I, uh," Lee began; "I'll just get my run done. I'll leave you to your work…"
Dee laughed. "Yes, sir."
Lee felt comfortable acting this way to Dee; he liked her.
"I hope you have a good run."
"Hey, hope you have a good watch." Lee winked.
Dee looked at her monitor to hide a smile. "Thanks, sir."
And with that, Lee ran off.
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Lee was just making his way past the enlisted quarters when he got stopped.
"Lee?" asked a woman's voice from behind.
Lee stopped and looked over his shoulder to see Boomer, or Lt. Sharon Valerii. She was a Raptor pilot who personally got to see what happened on Caprica during its nuking. Lee heard she was born on Aerilon, and so he presumed all Aerilians had slants in their eyes and adjustments of facial bone structure; but he couldn't place it one bit.
She was someone Lee heard someone describe as 'eager-to-please' from the ship's scuttlebutt people. When she fist came onto the Galactica, they say she pretty much got into everyone's business to get along with them. She played triad, pyramid, and various other games, and talked excessively with everyone. She came out irritating.
But, they said Chief Tyrol didn't think so, and rumors said the two had an interregulation affair.
Lee was baffled to see her up.
"Boomer?"
"Yeah; Lee?" Boomer sounded distraught.
"What's up? Isn't it a little late—" Lee stopped himself short, remembering Dualla. "I mean, waddya need?" he could tell in her voice she needed something.
"Have you seen Chief Tyrol?"
"No, why?"
"Um, nothing," Boomer started to push away the issue herself.
"Wait, Boomer," Lee ushered, stopping his jogging in place. "What, why do you need to see Chief Tyrol?"
"It's really nothing, Captain, it's nothing," Boomer said, trying to avoid the issue (and getting defensive about it).
Lee was not put off by her defense. "Well, what is it, do you need his assistance on the Raptor or what?" he wanted to dodge the issue of the rumors and instead attempted to get a different issue (if there was, he thought).
"Yeah, yeah, I do," she said. "But, I guess it's nothing. It's the frakking gimbal again; it keeps malfunctioning and it gets the gyroscopes messed up."
"You haven't been by Tyrol's quarters?" Lee asked pre-mindedly.
"No, it's the middle of the night. If I tried waking him up, I'd wake everyone up. I don't really wanna be a nuisance, sir."
"This can't wait in the morning?"
"I guess it could."
"Well, there you go, Boomer, there's no need to worry about it. It'll get fixed— again. Trust me, Chief Tryol does the best at what he does."
Boomer nodded, lips pursed in a line. "Yeah, um… yeah, he is, I guess."
Lee wanted to be on his way. He smiled briefly, nodded his head, and began jogging—
"But, uh, sir," Boomer said, halting Lee.
Lee got back at a restful position, though really wanting to be on his way. "Yes, Boomer?"
"Why are you up?" she asked; "and running?" she added in surprise.
"I, uh, felt the need to run. Haven't done so in a while, and I could not sleep."
"Last time I saw you run was just sixteen hours ago, sir," she said. "And that was late in the morning. It's still midnight."
"Like I said," Lee said insistently; "I was bored."
"Bored enough to run?"
"YES, Lieutenant, enough to run," Lee was getting anxious to get back at his running, now.
"Okay, but, um, aren't you afraid you'd unsettle a few people?"
"Well, you look like you've been up for a few hours yourself, I don't see anyone hovering around awake just because you are."
"I guess that's true, sir."
Lee sighed. "Look, I really wanna get back at my running, and—"
"Oh, I'm so sorry for—"
"You don't have to apologize."
"I know, but—"
"Nah, it's okay."
"Okay."
"Yeah."
"Well, have a good one."
"I'll try. Don't stay up too late, Lieutenant."
"I'll try not to, Captain."
And then they took leave of each other. Lee was going towards the back of the ship. Where Boomer was going, Lee had no idea. Right now, he just wanted to run.
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The hatch opened and in came Hotdog, half-awake and looking like a zombie.
"Um, sir?" he asked.
Kara looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, what is it?"
"What was that?"
"…what was what?"
"That loud shout I just heard. Was that you?"
"Pfft, can't say it was."
"Well, it kinda sounded like you."
"And you think it was me 'cause…?"
"Well, you said 'boot-licking frakking whore' several times, and, uh, it appears you just lost a game at triad with your own clothes."
Kara had in fact set up a game of triad with herself, a pair of trousers, a uniform jacket, and a pair of boots. The boots seemed to be winning.
"Is that a problem?"
Hotdog blinked. "I guess not, sir."
"Wanna join? Enough for a belt buckle and a cigar," Kara herself was smoking a stogey and very amused with her 'genius' at that.
"Nah, nah," Hotdog said, chuckling; "I'm alright. I still wanna keep my clothes; unlike that game we had a few days ago."
Kara now had an evil grin on her face and giggled to herself as she looked at her cards. "Yeah, that was a good one. Still missing your underwear?"
"Yeah, uh, I hope they're, uh, to your 'satisfaction', sir."
"Yeha; I used them to clean up the hull of the ship the other day."
"Oh… well, shit, sir, you found a use."
"Always do. Now, is that all you wanted, or are you gonna join me in a game of triad?"
Hotdog shrugged. He came in (the hatch closed behind him) and took a seat next to the trousers, minding not to look into them.
"Hey," he said to them, still in his sleepy state.
Kara giggled. "Hope you're in the mindspace, Hotdog. Wouldn't want ya to lose your brain cells by accident."
"I've had enough demoted by hours of sleep; deal me in, sir."
Kara licked her lips and puffed her cigar anxiously. This was going to be fun.
They played two hands (Kara won both times) before there was a knock on the hatch, and Kara said in a monotone 'open!'. In popped Hoover's head, looking like a zombie herself.
"Sir, what's going on?"
"Private Nova! Welcome, welcome, wanna join us?" spoke Kara, like some announcer on a pyramid game.
Perplexed by both sleep and Kara's enthusiasm, Hoover stepped in and joined, sitting next to the jacket. "Oh, um, okay… who's winning?"
"The damn boots. I'm second; Hotdog's still last," Kara said, throwing no look at Hotdog but grinning evilly.
"Hey, you cheated that last hand, sir."
"'You cheated that last hand, sir!'" mimicked Kara, imitating the sleepiness and complaint in Hotdog's voice, while adding some vulgarity to it with an overuse of the lips. "Yeah, yeah, losers, whiners; winners, grinners!"
They played a few more hands—now with Hoover at the table—when three more guys came, inquiring about the noise developing from this room. Of them were Private Squall 'Jigger' Viggens, and Nuggetman.
Kara was surprised to see Captain Marcus 'Nuggetman' Libertus. He had a very rigid look all about him, seeming like a huge rock. Kara suggested his callsign be 'Rocker', but it ended up being 'Nuggetman', on account of the fact he was the only nugget who had been trying to be a pilot for almost a year. Pretty interesting dude; kept mostly to himself.
The third guy was a Major; Major David Duffnull. She was also surprised to see a Major; but, then again, she was surprised to find herself playing triad with her clothes in the middle of the night.
After a dozen hands, everyone's senses began waking up and getting into a more energetic mood. It got so bad that they decided to move the game into the mess hall. They were careful to be quiet, though many had the urge to suddenly shout and wake up the entire hallway. Kara threatened to give them demerits if they made a noise loud enough to wake everyone up.
But they succeeded to the mess hall and continued their game. This allowed more room, and more chaos.
After a few hands, it got pretty wacky…
"Get off the damn table, Jigger!" laughed Hoover as Jigger started dancing victoriously on the table they were playing triad on.
Kara was unashamed for losing the hand. She admitted that she cheated badly that time.
"I can't help it; I guess I'm Hermes!" Jigger chuckled.
"Yeah, well, could Hermes get off the table?" mused Hover.
"Yeah, please! You're messing up my sexuality!" laughed Hotdog.
"It's in the saramins, man; the saramins," joked Jigger.
"Saramins my ass," chuckled Hotdog. "Get off the table before I fend you off with some money."
They continued their bouts and their funny exchanges during the game, having fun and basically trying to disremember that they were all lost in space.
"Lost in space and still havin' fun," murmured Nuggetman, to himself.
The people around the table laughed slightly.
"Yeah, I know," said Kara. "It's very long and dubious."
"You know, we're lost in space, and we don't get any kind of Cylon contact," Hotdog said. "Ain't that weird?"
"Kinda."
"What do you think they're up to?" asked Hoover.
"Don't know, don't care," groaned the Major as he looked at his cards. "Probably having a vacation themselves." He was a young Major, although he acted like a premature Colonel Tigh. Kara was worried and cautious about him.
"You think we're on vacation?" Hoover inquired.
"I say we are," Jigger said. "Frak me, two weeks? With nothing happening at all? I'm glad we're out here."
"But what if nothing happens for a month?"
Jigger said something under his breath, but then nervously chuckled and said, "Well, um, I dunno."
"No one knows, boys," said Kara. "And let's get off the issue on Cylons; you make me wanna take my Viper and fly around the damn ship. Now, come on, let's play triad."
Everyone actively agreed.
"Triad!"
"Hell yeah, baby."
"Let's do it!"
"Deal me in, baldy."
"Actually, I'm dealing, Hotdog."
"Whatever."
"No, it's not 'whatever'. Girls have the most awesome hair; it's Jigger who doesn't have hair."
"Damn straight!"
"You boys crack me up."
"Anything to please you, Starbuck."
"I wouldn't go that far, Jigger; you still playing with your right hand?"
"Hey, ME and my RIGHT HAND are none of your business, sir."
"Jerking the joystick a lot?"
"Come on, Starbuck, don't pick on ole Jigger. He don't jerk; he jigs!"
"Very funny, Hotdog, very funny."
"That's actually kinda funny!"
"You've got a sweet sense of humor, Hoover."
"Glad ya like it, Jig."
"Anytime, sweetheart."
"Anyplace, handsome."
"Loverbirds! Put your chips in!"
"You gotcha… cutie."
"Hey, watch your mouth, Viggens."
"Sir, I was only kidding—"
"It wasn't funny."
"Come on, Major, no need to get touchy!"
"Yeah, yeah, right."
"Sir, um, please, just deal the cards."
"Mm-hmm."
And this kind of conversation kept on for an hour or two after midnight. Everyone began getting tired again, and also a little touchy towards one another. Arguments started to build up around the game. Most of them were started by the Major.
"You cheated!"
"Man, I was fair and square; you just ain't lucky!"
"Private, I wanna see those cards."
"What for, Major?"
"To see if they're real or not!"
"Sir, come on!"
"Boys, calm down, will ya?"
"Stay outta this, you subordinate bitch."
"Oh no you did NOT—"
"Yeah I did!"
"Don't call her that!"
"Shut yourself up, Constanza!"
Kara herself was getting a little touchy, but only because everyone else was getting mad at each other for no reason. She tried to cool down the fights.
"Boys! Keep the chatter down!" she said.
"Lieutenant, they've been cheating all night long!" exclaimed the Major, now standing up irately.
"Have not!" cried Hoover.
"You've been cheating, sir!" accused Jigger.
"Shut up, you black!" cursed the Major.
Jigger got upset. "What did you just say?"
Nuggetman got in between the two just before they got nose-to-nose with each other, fending them off of each other. "Hey, sirs! Sirs, calm down!"
"You defendin' him!" gasped Jigger.
"Ya, try me now!" sneered the Major. "I bet you hate it when whitetones get the better of you blacktones?"
Jigger got upset at that. And so did Nuggetman; more so than Jigger. He nudged Jigger away and glared at the Major.
"You better take that back, sir."
The Major would have been baffled under normal circumstances, but with the rising frustration, he actually took this as a challenged and welcomed it. "Oh? And why should I, captain?"
"Because you're a major asshole, sir!"
That was when the Major started laying down the blows on Nuggetman.
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BONK, BONK!
The Master-at-Arms, Sergeant Vera Hadrian, was awoken by the sound of knocking on her hatch door. Quite perplexed by the intensity of the knock, she thought a Cylon was trying to break down the hatch door.
Quickly, she got her robe about her, and then hastened to the door. Opening it, she discovered Dualla, the CIC Petty officer, looking very awake; more than Hadrian.
"Sergeant!" she exclaimed.
"What is it?" Vera asked; she could tell trouble was afoot.
"There's a fight in the mess hall!"
Frak me!
"In this hour?"
"I dunno how but—"
"Never mind; how many?"
"Four officers, two enlisted; including Lieutenant Thrace and Captain Adama."
"Gods… lemme get the Marines on their feet."
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KNOCK, KNOCK
Adama was already awake before the knock was even made. He had been awake for a long time. He did not feel like sleeping. He felt like reading and pouring over his thoughts and memories that he had been receiving these past months. Sometimes he wondered if he ever would find this planet Earth he said he would find. He wondered if there was no more hope in the men.
Adama acknowledged the knock. "Who is it?"
"Sir, it's Gaeta."
"Enter."
Gaeta entered, looking a bit tense.
"What's the matter, Lieutenant?"
"Sir, there's been a fight in the mess hall."
"…and?"
"Well, Major Duffnull was involved in the fight."
"What was he doing in the mess hall?"
"It appeared several enlisted men and officers got together for a secret triad game; they got into an argument, and got into a fight. The game was headed by Starbuck, sir."
Ahh. Shoulda figured.
"I see."
"Sir, they're all in the brig waiting for a final sentance."
"Well, I should thank you for the report, should I? Or did you want to personally tell me?"
"Sir, no, um… well, your son was in the fight."
Lee?
Adama did not expect that at all. Not at all.
"I just… thought it would be better if I came personally."
Adama was very stunned. Even infuriated.
"That'll be all, Lieutenant. I'll visit the troublemakers… personally."
"No, sir, your son—"
"What's going on?"
A voice in the hall came out. Both men turned to see it was Colonel Tigh. He was half drunk and curious.
"A fight has just occurred in the mess hall," Adama said, just as he began getting into uniform.
"A fight!" repeated Tigh. "Over what, a triad game?"
"Exactly, sir," said Gaeta; "how did you know?"
"It's just back in my day we had triad game fights during the night, too," Tigh said without a pause.
"Oh."
"Yep," uttered Adama as he got his belt on.
"Was this Starbuck's doing?" Tigh said immediately.
"She was in the fight, sir," said Gaeta.
"I suspect it's all her doing, I suppose."
"Major Duffnull was involved," Adama said firmly.
"Duffnull!" gasped Tigh.
"I'm going to the brig," Adama said just as he finished buttoning.
Tigh blinked. "To the brig?"
"Yes, you heard correct, Colonel."
"What for, for Starbuck? You're not going to bend your neck over for her again, are you, Commander?"
"That's not the issue."
"Then what is?"
Adama got his spectacles on and proceeded to the door without a word. Tigh could tell he was making haste to the brig.
Tigh didn't say anything. He presumed Starbuck was the issue.
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"Thanks for the 'bar', Major; I always wanted to be a corporal…" murmured Jigger as he ran his fingers across the steel bars of his brig cell. Each trouble maker was put into a cell
"Shut up, private."
"You both better not quarrel again, now," warned Hotdog. "We can't have another fight going on."
"At least you of all people helped by watching the whole damn thing…" groaned Hoover, lying on her stomach on the bunk and resting her face in her palms.
"Hey, I didn't want to get in trouble, okay?"
As the hotheads argued, Lee just sat at the edge of his bunk in disbelief. Kara was leaning up against the bars in the corner jutting out from the wall, with her arms crossed.
"Frak, frak, frak…" moaned Lee.
Kara said nothing.
Lee looked at her quizzically, suddenly becoming mad. "What were you thinking?"
Kara looked back in disbelief. "Excuse me, Lee?"
"What were you thinking; playing a triad game in the middle of the night?"
Kara scoffed. "I felt like a little fun, huh? Come on, Lee, don't give me that."
"I at least was doing something productive. What were you doing; playing triad with overtired people? Do you realize how stupid that was?"
"Alright! Gods!" rebutted Kara, getting defensive. "I didn't realize you 'knew' about the whole 'concept' of triads and sleepy people, Lee! I wish I had ya there with me before!"
"You should have known, then, I guess," Lee said sharply.
Kara glared at Lee, quite pissed at him right now.
Before she said anything, though, the Master-at-Arms had announced:
"Commander present!"
Immediately, every noise in the entire brig went dead silent. Everyone's attention was at the door, where stood Commander Adama, looking completely emotionless in the face. But everyone could tell; he was shocked.
Lee felt quite humiliated, and Kara felt disgraced.
Adama looked at them all, not saying a word. He just looked at them; disbelief, shock— even anger. He looked tired, as though he had not slept at all as well. To be honest, everyone looked like the undead at this point. But to see Adama was much worse.
It seemed like forever that he held them all in his gaze, remaining silent… everyone grew nervous, and wondered what was going to happen next.
Lee thought—
"How… could something…" Adama suddenly started. "…so small, and so tedious… happen to cause chaos on my ship this morning…"
Everyone was baffled by his response, expecting him to get boisterous with fury and—
"And among OFFICERS!" he suddenly yelled at them, eyeing the Major especially. He even cast a quick glance at Kara.
He didn't look at Lee at all.
The enlisted men watched in nervous tension as they waited for him to drop the bell on them.
And Adama looked at them. "Your superiors are going to punish you severely for this. To see such talented and hardworking subordinates clash immorally and STUPIDLY is not only an infringement on the morale of the company… but also on their judgment. Including mine."
Again, there was that debase silence that left them all to their thoughts, causing them to feel terrible about themselves.
"Private Nova and Private Viggens, you both will be serving detention in the brig for thirty days. I want to see you officers personally in the hall."
Both privates didn't seem enthused at all, but at least they were not nearby the Major.
Sergeant Hadrian released the Officers and allowed Commander Adama to communicate with them in the hall.
They stood in a row, at attention.
Adama looked at each one. He seemed to be controlling himself, now, seeming less angry, and calmer. He wanted to treat the officers differently.
"Major Duffnull, what were you doing up in the middle of the night playing a card game?"
"Sir, Starbuck was hosting what seemed to be a fun triad game. I was… unable to sleep, and I felt that I needed a break from… doing nothing, sir."
Adama's lips were pursed. "I see… who started the fight?"
The major was hesitant to answer. "I did, sir."
Adama actually didn't look surprised at all. "Mm-hmm…" he looked at Kara. "Did anyone try to stop the fight?"
Kara responded: "Sir, Captain Libertus and myself tried to stop the fight."
"Captain Libertus?" Adama inquired, now looking upon Nuggetman.
"Sir, he provoked me," said the Major.
"The Major openly and blatantly insulted Privates Viggens and Nova, and goaded Captain Libertus," said Hotdog.
"I did not ask you, Lieutenant Constanza," Adama said.
"I apologize."
Adama looked at the Major. "Had you consumed any alcohol beforehand, Major?"
The Major was still.
"Major?" Adama insisted hard.
"Sir… I had."
"I see…" Adama looked at Libertus, and then finally took his first look at Lee. Not saying anything, he look at the Major.
"Major Duffnull, you are demoted to Captain," Adama said flatly. "Taking your place will be Captain Libertus."
Major's face went placid, and Libertus' eyes went slightly wide.
"Captain Duffnull will assume the position of assisting the CAG, while Major Libertus now has responsibility to instructing officers and assisting Colonel Tigh," Adama made recognition gestures to both men.
"Lieutenant Constanza," he looked at Hotdog. "You are sentenced to repainting the Galactica. Lieutenant Zimmers will assist you.
"Lieutenant Thrace and Captain Adama…" he looked at the two of them. "Will be sentenced to the brig for a week. That is all."
And with one more look at Lee, the Commander dismissed everyone. Then, after he called for Sergeant Hadrian to bring in Kara and Lee, he left to assume his role in CIC.
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After Captain Duffnull left, Hotdog looked at Kara.
"Sir, um… I'm—"
"Just get to your rack," she said, sounding firm and cold.
Hotdog jittered and then nodded. "Yes, sir…" and then left.
Sergeant Hadrian escorted the two officers back to their cells, and then posted Private Kelso and Corporal Venner to watch them; and then left for her quarters.
Everyone was dead quiet for the longest time. It was almost time for everyone else to report for duty. But those in the cells were not going to duty.
Lee had gotten into school fights when he was younger, and his father somewhat looked down upon this; even when he was divorced from Lee's mother. However, Lee had never seen his father's reaction to him fighting. But it made Lee angry that his father did not even bother asking why he was in the fight.
Lee was running by when he heard the fight, and got Dee to search for the Master-at-Arms while he was busy cooling down the fight. He got several bruises from Duffnull, who turned his attention to him immediately when Lee intervened. He also smarted Duffnull several times.
Kara tired to help, but Lee tried to push her out of the fight. He realized he was probably foolish; Kara was one of the toughest fighters on the entire ship. And he probably offended her.
Lee, in his cell, looked at Kara who was in her bunk trying to sleep.
"Kara…" he whispered.
Kara didn't respond.
"Kara…" he tried again, louder.
Nothing.
Well, that won't work anymore. So, Lee decided to talk to himself. He presumed everyone but the guards were asleep.
"I'm sorry about before, Kara. I was very distracted by Duffnull that I…" Lee knew a part of him was probably making up a story. "I felt I wanted to take him on myself. I knew you would have totally kicked his ass…" he added a light chuckle.
Kara was still silent.
Lee frowned. "I'm also sorry for yelling at you." He felt bad about that; really bad. It was in his nature to discipline, but found it hard to discipline Kara; especially when he did not know the whole situation at that moment. "It… I was just mad… and I was wrong."
Silence.
Lee sighed. He said no more. 'It's no use,' he thought. 'Everyone is tired.' and then went to sleep.
