Stress Management

Posted on 241005.08 @ 16:04 by Private John Curtis

After several hours of duty, patrolling the lengthy decks of enterprise, answering calls for various demeaning reasons, Curtis began to log his reports. "Two missing children reported, found in the holodeck, One report of a missing data padd, found in a cargo duffle, three fights in the lounge, and a partridge in a pear tree---" The computer didn't see the humor [Please restate the last incident]. "Disregard last" Curtis shrugged, he was itching for a fight, his missed the comfort many soldiers eventually find under fire, for some reason when the battle was raging Curtis felt at peace, now with nothing to do he'd begun to lose his patience. He left the armory and began walking down the corridor to his quarters, he stopped and readjusted his direction to a turbolift, he tapped his commbadge "Curtis to Barrington, I need something to hit, can I borrow you? I'll see you in holodeck two in 10minutes" Curtis cracked a smile, "when you need some stress management, pick a fight with a first force commando, its humbling"