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Shore Leave: Cammina Prime

Posted Oct. 25, 2019, 2:07 a.m. by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Shore Leave: Cammina Prime

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Shore Leave: Cammina Prime

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Shore Leave: Cammina Prime
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It was far too early as a swirl of lights and a soft buzzing hum revealed the arrival of Rico outside the local authority Police Station on Cammina Prime. Despite the fancy sounding name, the planet and most of the inhabitants reminded him more of the people in the old style Western movies of Earths 20th Century.

Hot weather, gorgeously impressive vistas, a lack of reliance on technology and an atmosphere of ‘getting away from everything’ mixed with potent and cheap locally produced spirits, meant the planet was a popular holiday destination for many Starfleet ships.

Checking the time of day by looking up at the sun and noting how low it was over the horizon, Rico grumbled at missing out on Ally’s bacon and egg breakfast, turned, and pushed open the swinging doors that marked the entry into the Police station. Pausing on the inside he looked around at the dimly lit area.

“Lieutenant Vanhall, Chief of Security on the USS Ogawa,” he announced. I am expected.”

A middle-aged officer looked up at Vanhall. Setting back in his seat the officer crossed his pronounced belly paunch and the wrinkles around his eyes that typically held mirth presented as a sterner paternal look. “You the Chief of those two knuckleheads sitting in my cell,” he jerked his head off to the side.

“There are more than two knuckleheads on the Ogawa,” Rico stated flatly, “which two knuckleheads are sitting in your cell? Your message only said you had two crew being held.”

Arching an eyebrow he slowly let his bulk push the chair to an erect position. The slow creaked seemed to echo in the room and audibly announce the slow pace of life on Cammina Prime. Tapping a few buttons on the console he let out a deep throat clearing sound. “Lt’s Khauv and Paxton? One has a smart mouth the other a dandy with the ladies,” the officer let his eyes gaze up at Rico.

Officer Brian Dangle

“Khauv must be slipping,” Rico replied easily, “he considers himself both a smart mouth and a ladies man, Paxton is generally just a smart mouth who’s best form of contraceptive is his personality. What are they in for Sheriff? You are Officer Richard Dangle I take it?”

“Brian,” Officer dangle said in an annoyed tone. “I’m Brian Dangle. I go by my middle name.” Leaning forward on the desk between him and Rico Brian poses a question. “You wanna go through life as Dicky Dangle?” The Officer let the question float in the air long enough to make a point.

Rico was able to keep a straight face and stared straight back at the man for just long enough to seem sincere until he seemed to barely suppress a snort of mirth and scratched at his nose so his hand hid the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Allergies,” he explained. “No, no I would not like to go through life known as Dicky Dangle, Brian.” He admitted.

Pushing the chair back with a loud creak he stood up with a cup of coffee. “Your boys,” he let out a condescending sniff racked up quite a list there Rocko,” Brian deliberately messed up Vanhall’s name as he took a large swing of his coffee. “Soliciting a minor, possession of stolen property, animal trafficking, resisting arrest, illegal discharging of firearms,” Dangle let his voice trail off and made a huh sound. “Oops my bad. The illegal discharging of firearms is on Mr Kowlaski but can you blame him. His daughter is quite the looker.” Moving to the replicator Dangle refilled his mug and then looked at Rico.

“I’d offer you one but you look like you are one of those new wave health-conscious types. I mean those pipes,” he pointed at Rico’s biceps. “Bet your girlfriend is a perky little blonde that likes yoga and claims tapas is a meal. Probably a doc from some Southern California town like Malibu or,” he snapped his fingers, “San Diego. I’m right. Right?” The look on his face spoke volumes. “That means I’m either psychic or spent my first twenty years as a detective for New York SFPD before I asked for a transfer to some place out of the way to ride out retirement. I had that…until last night when your boys beamed down.” Activating a door control the panel slide back. “After you,” he gestured for Rico to go first.

Officer Dicky Brian Dangle.

“This sounds like I’m going to need something stronger than coffee,” Rico admitted. “You took the time to read the Ogawa’s crew files obviously, Di..Brian,” he said, barely catching himself from using the mans given name. “You might have been a Detective but nobody is that accurate without looking it up and I got that training as well. Besides Tapas is a meal if you eat enough of them.”

“God I just lost all respect for you,” Dangle looked at Vanhall as if the chief had just admitted to kicking a puppy. Ordering a bottle from the replicator, he tossed Rico a bottle of water. “Don’t want to upset your delicate constitution. You are probably only at the required six of eight cups of water a day,” Dangle took a long draw of his coffee. “And yeah at times Dick is a better name than Brian for me. Tapas,” he shook his head in dismay.

Walking through the door, he shook his head. “You better explain these charges, these boys are Starfleet Officers, not Orion Soccer fans, how the heck hav they been charged with soliciting minors and trafficking animals? Last I heard they were planning on grabbing a quiet drink and dinner before attending the towns Line Dancing evening.”

Lt Vanhall, CoS

“Chief I can toe,” Bobby Paxton immediately began to plead his case yet the wrist binders attached to the table stopped any hand gesture and conversation as Paxton looked down. “I can totally explain,” he began. “It wasn’t us. It was that Mintaran nurse,” Bobby immediately threw the young woman under the bus.

“Mintaran Nurse,” Rico echoed, although his tone made it clear it wasn’t a question of ‘who’ but ‘how’.

“Priscilla Cavanaugh,” Xavier supplied the answer with a half grin and knowing look in his eyes.

“Priscilla? You are blaming Allys friend Priscilla for you trafficking animals and possessing stolen property? Resisting arrest? Sweet innocent and loving Priscilla?” Rico folded his arms across his chest, clearly not interested in helping them out of their predicament yet.

“Yes her,” Bobby snapped his fingers. “She’s the one. Everyone says if you want a sure thing date a Mintaran. While they are like every other woman out there but the Mintaran chicks boxes they tick are like real boxes. They are easy on the eyes but no one other than a Mintaran male is gonna sit for two weeks filling out their stupid questionnaire. So you diddle your Dangle and play a few periscope games but they don’t ever want anything. Back me up Xavier.”

Xavier simply shrugged at Bobby, “I dunno Bobby, I Dangled my dongle a few times and this one Mintaran girl asked me one time to fill out that form. Did you know they actually ask you your preferred diddly Dangly style, for research purposes of course.”

“Hey,” Brian snapped out. “Are you looking to add insubordination to the charges,” he snapped. “Diddle your Dangle? Vanhall your boys are looking for weekend reservations here if they keep this up.” Over the years Brian has heard it all but rarely so blatant from someone so sober.

“How did you survive twenty years in New York as Detective Dicky Dangle?” Rico asked the man, amazed and just now putting the full name and career together. “How did any of the crims take you seriously?”

“Hey focus,” Bobby yelled out. “You both may not believe it but when you get that sweet, luscious as a lollipop girl behind closed doors she spouts horns, a pitchfork and a tail. She is the devil in double D. She is a cross between a Betazoid mind reader and an Orion temptress whose pheromones are on overdrive to make you dream with your dangle throwing all caution to the wind and ready to scream lord take me to the promised land only the promised land is a backwater swamp filled with a peeved off farmer and a twelve-gauge pulse rifle,” Bobby’s voice had almost a panicked tone to it.

“Chief I am telling you that nurse is all smiles, demure down gazes, and hair flips but she is freaking force of nature. Priscilla is the one you should be popping out of prison not me,” Bobby sounded almost desperate.

“Priscilla,” Dangle scrolled through the notes on his PaDD. “That sweet girl that bailed out your two other ensigns Parker and Parker?” Cocking an eye and looking at Rico he took a seat. “Tell me Rocco what kinda ship is the Ogawa really and how many more of your merry band of misfits are on my planet?”

“Wait, Bambi and Candi Parker were here too? You two went out with Bambi, Candi and Priscilla for drinks and dinner? The Twins of Terror?” Things had begun to get more interesting. “I hoped you two knew better than to mix up with Bambi and Candi after what happened on Gimpedi IV. How did you two end up in here with those two of all people bailed out, and why was a guy called Kowalski shooting at you?”

Lt Vanhall, CoS

“I told him to avoid the doublemint twins,” Bobby slapped the table.

“And we did,” Khavu shrugged it off casually. He had a particular taste in women but right now he was not ready to settle on one kind of pie forever like his friend Maxwell. Sure Jasmine was one helluva gal but she was just a gal. One day some girl would sweep Khauv off his feet but until then he was just playing it cool. “Until we didn’t.” The half smirk was well known and easily made women melt in their spot if it fell on them.

“Until we ended up buck naked wading through a marsh with leeches.” It was then Bobby stopped and looked at Rico like a younger brother looked to an older brother for advice.

“Yeah, that was the fun part.” Khauv grinned, leaning back as far as the restraints allowed him to. Bobby looked at him doubtfully before looking back to Rico.

“Sir there were leeches. A lot of leeches. I’m not sure I even got all of them,” he shifted in his seat. The movement could have been an involuntary reaction to his memory of removing the slippery blood-sucking creatures from beneath the fortieth parallel or noticing one was still attached to the tip of Good Hope.

“You should have heard him!” Khauv exclaimed as if the story was beginning to get to epic level proportions. “There we are trying to escape Kowalski in the pickup his daughter had, Bobby’s driving and at the same time squealing about the leeches invading his tenderloins, it was just lucky we found the goats.”

“This story is better than a holodrama. Fritz get me some popcorn,” Dangle yelled. For all the trouble these two officers were, the story was getting far more interesting by the minute.

Bobby threw up his hands. “Okay so it all started when we got to the line dance and saw Bambi and Candy. I avoid them like the plague but they were on us like flies to a picnic. So out of nowhere here comes, Priscilla and she has a friend named Sadie. Now Sadie is hot and so ready to have some fun. We dance and drink and the night is going perfectly until she invites us back to her place,” Bobby says shifting in his seat again. “Chief can you call down a doc and have them give me the once over,” he wiggled like he had ants in his pants.

Lt. Bobby Paxton

“No.” Rico said, and leaned back casually on the wall. “It depends on if I like this story or not, and how much paperwork I gotta do to get you two back on the Ogawa.”

Just then Rico grinned and looked at Khauv, then back at Bobby. “Unless you want me to call the Parker Twins down to come and inspect whether or not you got all the leeches? I promise they will be gentle.”

“Alright, so tell me how Priscilla got you into this and why she’s the devil incarnate, and why you two were skinny dipping in Kowalski’s leech pond.”

Lt Vanhall, CoS

“We were at the bar drinking and then Bambi and Candy came. We knew to steer clear of them so this ten comes strolling over and says she has a friend who just called and wanted to hang out. She was short a friend for her friend and did we want to go hang out someplace less loud and crowded. We were like oh heck yes. I mean Priscilla is punching above just about everyone’s weight class so why wouldn’t we go?” Bobby looked between Rico and Khauv as if wanting one of the two men to back him. Now, in handcuffs in a local jail, the story sounded crazy but the chief had to understand. It was not like he was dating a three and if rumors were true, Ally had gotten him into a few paperwork scrapes of his own.

Bobby

Rico said nothing for a moment, just stood there with his arms crossed and looked at Bobby doubtfully. “Okay, so I am assuming Candy and Bambi weren’t going to be left out, right? Somehow they got involved in this too, I’m still not seeing how this makes her the devil incarnate. You must have gotten into skins and the leech pond for a darn good reason.”

“No, Candy and Bambi were not about to be left out Lieutenant, you know how competitive they get.” Rico could only nod and Khauv’s comment, those two were well known for their escapades to be the most noticed woman on the Ogawa. Khauv worked his jaw for a moment in memory of the events.

“We were dancing to that song, the new one that came out that used to be big on Earth, you know.... Gonna do the two step, then the cowboy boogie. Grab your sweetheart and spin out with em.. Khauv started to sing, in a not too bad rendition of the currently top song on Cammina Prime, The Andorian Git Up

“Well, Candy and Bambi seem to know the moves pretty well, they had most of the guys in the bars attention and then Sadie and Priscilla joined us. During the bit that goes Now Lean back, put your hips in it whoo whoo whoo, lets have some fun,” Khauv looked at Bobby and grinned, the same grin that served to earn him more than a few dates at every stop the Ogawa made in the colonies. “Bambi and Candy had no answer for Priscilla and Sadies synchronised ah, moves. Like Bobby said, we had fun, Candy and Bambi joined us, and then Sadie invited us back to her place.”

“And that,” Bobby said with a resigned sigh, “is when the fight started.”

Khauv, Bobby and Rico

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