Cleaning up

Posted on Fri Sep 29th, 2017 @ 10:10pm by 1st Lieutenant Jason Tanner Marine Instructor

Mission: A Day in the Life
Location: Marine Decks
Timeline: current

Marine Chaplain Arctic Quintan and First Sergeant Quinn Vas, were dressed in their uniforms and gloves, having been told the disease which was running around the base could only be caught by flesh to flesh contact. Having a list of the dead marines, they started at the top, and would work their way down. Rolling towards the locker's Arctic positioned her wheelchair so she could reach most of the items, pulling the calendar showing women in skimpy bathing suits into the trash bag.
“Three blades, two stunners, and four non Starfleet Rifles.” She announced placing them on the trolley which was following behind her, thanks to a hunter, prey system.

“And a bag of white pellets, that look big enough to be suppositories, not swallowed.” Quinn tossed onto the trolley, as he stripped the bed, and bent to check the lockers underneath. A low whistle drew Arctic's attention. “Add enough hypo vials which aren't Starfleet issue, and a handful of hypo's which fit the vials, full of who know what since there's only a symbol. Along with several Klingon blades, two Romulan blades and what I think is... was a Borg Drone's torso.”

“Should I ask how..”

“They were acquired? You're out of the loop Chaplain, anything can be acquired for the right price. I take it we're telling the LT, but not putting it on their records?”

“They're dead, I don't see the point of adding to their families distress.”

Quinn agreed, as he shoved the sheets, pillowcase into a large sack, for the Public Replimat on deck 123, neatly folding his uniforms and adding that to the bag which would carry his belonging's home.

“Did he have a wife or girl?” There were photo's of a blonde tapped to the locker.

“A wife, and that isn't her.” Quinn grinned, quickly removing it. “She works somewhere on the base.” He answered.

“Then we'll add these to the burning pile.”

“Hey First Sergeant, all the toilets are off.”

“They found a baby in the crap trap.” Arctic lowered her voice so only Quinn could hear.

“Find two empty barrels and notify everyone that one is for urine and the other for crap. Put a screen around them and find two buckets for the women, to use and empty into the barrel’s” Quinn answered. “And here I thought you didn't use that language Chaplain.” Quinn grinned.

“Wipe that smile off your face Quinn Vas, I am still a marine.” Arctic smiled, as he lifted the labelled bag and lowered it on another trolley attached to the first, allowing her to wheel towards the next room.

“Yes ma'am.” Quinn answered as he dragged the trash and replimat bags along behind him. He didn't have to look to see the marines gathering behind him. “I take it you all know what's on every level of this base.” It wasn't a question.

“Ah we need to talk to you before you get to Kent's room.”

“If you're referring to the black market illegals he was selling, I already know, and no it won't go on his record and won't be sent to his family. However I expect everything illegal brought from Mister Kent to be on a trolley outside my office by the time we're finished, or you can all be subject to a search by the LT.”

“Got it First Sergeant” A Chorus echoed as feet sounded on the floor.

“And people think you're the hard arse.” Arctic unlocked the next room and rolled inside. “Ah First Sergeant, we have a very naked surprise.”

Quinn stood in the doorway and looked at the male asleep cuddled into Wilson's pillow. “On your feet!” He bellowed, getting no movement, he reached out to check for a pulse. “Sanders! Get me a body bag. Find three men to carry this body to medical.”

“Yes First Sergeant.”

Quinn wrapped the naked man in the sheet and waited. He looked at Arctic. “And no I didn't know and no I didn't ask.”

“Did I say anything?” Arctic asked/

“You didn't have too.” Quinn answered. “You didn't have too.”