Ding Dong, the Bremer is Dead

Posted on Mon Mar 2nd, 2020 @ 3:51am by Commander Sokanon It'kla & Commander Jiao Anderson-Smithson & Fleet Captain Torilla Yamaguchi & Company Sergeant Major Jeffery "The Mountain" Duval & Master Gunnery Sergeant Chalan Fal

Mission: Mission 40: Thirty Pieces of Silver
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 0800Hrs - August 7th, 2391

Commander Torilla Yamaguchi was on her way to meet the new half dozen crew replacements when she found one massive guy who was as drunk as a skunk.

She blinked her eyes as she regarded the other five personnel present, from the Vulcan woman giving him a look of disdain to the Bajoran giving him a look of disgust.

"Well folks. I'm Commander Torilla Yamaguchi... the Exec aboard this ship and here are your assignments." as she dished off five PADD's to the five people who were sane and in the same room so to speak.

The drunk guy burped and nearly threw up before letting off a massive burp on Torilla's face which effectively silenced her as she fought the impulse to gag. "Oh god.." she whimpered. "The rest of you... move out." she got out as the five people who were sober all fled as if for their lives.

Bremer looked at Torilla. "Wow... yoo hot... damm...I'd like to-"

"No." Torilla answered darkly. "Just.. No." she added a moment later. "Why do you think you are...." she stopped right as he threw up all over the front of her uniform top, while Torilla let out a loud scream of fright and rage.

Chalan heard the scream and walked over with Duval. he looked over the fat slob in a marine uniform, commenting, "Here we fucking go again, another Bremer." he sighed. "Torilla, go get yourself cleaned up, I'll take care of this useless fool.

Torilla peeled off her uniform jacket as Bremer gently grasped her breasts, her eyes opened wide. "You cannot be serious..." she growled. "I feel so much better now that the lowest idiot wants my body." and with that she turned and stalked off, however before she could, Bremer hauled off and slapped her on her ass.

Duval seethed as he regarded the Bremer. "You... offend me..."

Chalan, having lost all patience, grabbed the massive man by the throat, kneed him in the balls, then shoved him into the wall, "Alright you fat fuck. First thing you do, is your going to grab a mop and bucket and make this place fucking spotless. then, I will bring you to starbase and you will explain to the Admiral why you were sexually assaulting her relative. Is that clear fatass." his hands slowly closed around the mans throat.

Duval watched in silence. "Chalan," he said quietly. "Don't do it... He's ... not worth it." he inhaled in the middle of the sentence but one simply needed to look into his eyes to see the burning rage.

"Uhh. yes massa... this place be good." Bremer squeaked.

"Go... Now... Before I make you feel pain myself... and what does to you." he indicated Chalan as he spoke. "Will be nothing compared to what I will do to you."

Bremer screamed and ran into a bulkhead, instantly throwing up all over himself and the wall.

"MOP!. NOW!" Duval growled

Chalan watched as the Bremer clumsily picked up a mop bucket and mop. Chalan then turned to Duval, "Wanna go get lunch real quick."

Duval nodded. "Sure... knowing Torilla... she'll be in the lounge too.." he paused as he checked and sure enough, he was correct. "Is she alone?"

"Affirmative."

"Shall we go lift the Commander's spirits?" Duval inquired.

"Sure," Chalan nodded, and the two of them left.

Meanwhile in the Green Dragon. Commander Torilla Yamaguchi was sitting at the bar as she had changed into a new uniform jacket and a bomber jacket over the top of her uniform tunic, also she was now wearing a pair of pants and armored boots rather then the skirt and two inch heels she was wearing not ten minutes ago. Now she looked and felt angry.

Duval and Chalan walked into the Green Dragon. Duval spotted Torilla as he sighed softly. "Yep... she's pissed. " he muttered to Chalan.

Torilla turned her head. "Barkeep.." she greeted Duval. "I can hear you thinking."

"Yeah well... We had to deal with your unwanted appendage." Duval growled. "I'm going to make him know pain... in ways he's never imagined."

"I hate fat slobs to try grabbing me the way an infant would... I mean really.." Torilla responded. "I mean what does he think he's going to gain by slapping me on the ass?"

"I don't know...But we got his an appointment with April Yamaguchi."

"April ain't gonna waste her time with that fat fuck." Torilla responded. "Still I appreciate the thought." as she drained her glass of whatever it was she was drinking. "Its best if that... slob does not run across me ever again."

Chalan shrugged, "Well, with any luck, just like the last seven Bremer's he will be dead within a week."

Yamaguchi answered darkly. "I sincerely hope so..." as Duval gently placed a glass before her. "Here... Tarkalian tea... soothing."

Meanwhile down at the airlock, Bremer fretted. "I dunno... I dunno where they... keep things.." as he looked from left to right as he waddled into the storage room nearby to find the chemicals he needed.

He selected a few before he brought them back to his bucket,, then he began to pour them into the bucket, then he added water.

He brought his bucket out as he began to mop the deck. He blinked as he burped, tossing up another mouthful or so of vomit which splattered on the ground.

He stumbled as he fell over, he tragically used the mop handle to catch him except the top end bludgeoned through his left eye which was completely destroyed instantly, the blow pierced his skill and pushed into his brain. While this was going on, he let out a loud shrilly scream which quickly fell silent almost instantly.

The positioning of the broom handle kept him up as he stood there motionless, as the blood slowly dripped from his head wound.

Chalan walked up to the scene 30 minutes later with Duval next to him, prompting Chalan to say. "The fuck?."

Just then, gravity won and the Bremer fell to the deck, the mop splattering vomit coated water around as blood and brain matter along with some bone from his skull as well as other mush from his destroyed eye began to drain out of his head.

Chalan sighed and stared at the body for a good minute, before commenting, "Wow, that is just like one of the jay's that died in this exact same manner several months ago."

Duval raised an eyebrow. "Well... this brings back memories.." he responded dryly. "I guess Torilla got her wish though.... " he sighed. "We are going to need a clean team in here to clean up this..... mess.."

Chalan sighed, "Yeah, fuck man, can these guys possibly not die in a messy manner."

Duval snorted. "That... is not going to happen..."

Just at that moment Kosphail Mundumph rounded the corner, and upon seeing Bremer's dead body she screamed, "OH MY GOD, MICKTARDY MY LOVE." She rushed over to him, and for sure was able to tell that he was dead. She then ran down the corridor wailing at the top of her lungs, "MY LIFE IS OVVEEEERRRRR." her screams died as she moved away at speed down the hallway.

Chalan looked down the hallway where she ran off too, completely lost for words.

Duval blinked as he shook his head. "What....wait.." he paused as he couldn't speak any full and coherent words, all that came out of his mouth was gibberish as he shook his head. "What in the Eighth Henry's name was that..?"

It didn't take Kosphail long to prepare the Noose. taking a long rope, she had tied a strong noose, enough to hold her considerable body weight. still sobbing uncontrollably, she walked up to the upper levels of the cargo bay, and tied the rope to the catwalk railing. then clumsily climbing onto the railing, she put the noose over her neck. Just at that moment, Jiao Anderson and Rykar walked into the room, but didn't have time to say anything before Kosphail jumped off the railing. However she had overestimated the amount of rope needed and plunged nearly 12 feet before the rope went taught. With her immense weight, the force pulled her head clean off her shoulders and her body hit the ground with a sickening thud, her severed head landing on the deck moments later.

Anderson blinked as she looked at Rykar. "Umm... What the fuck!" the smaller then average human woman inquired. "Did... did I miss something?" she almost whimpered.

Rykar looked just as stunned as Jiao, "Um, did I miss something." She then tapped her combadge, "Um, Rykar to sickbay, there is a body that needs to be beamed over, She, uh, just committed suicide."

A soft female mewling sound could be heard. "Mmmm... Indeed?" came Sokanon's voice. "Very well... beam this person into the morgue and I will... tend to it."

Rykar nodded and had the body and the head beamed to sickbay.

Sokanon on waited in the morgue as the body or what she assumed to be the body appeared, she blinked her large dark eyes. "Oh wow.." she paused. "Transporter room... confirm that this is a human body and not some joke?"

"No joke Lieutenant... that's the body.." came the response as the head appeared moments later.

"Right.. I.... ummm.." the Caitian seemed lost for words. "Right then....I'd best deal with this.."