Subject: Grail:"The Great Brightness"- Wrist Slapping (DeMontigny, Fionn, Brinn)

"Sorry I'm late..." Francois couldn't help saying despite his

state. His usual smug grin forming on his face.

He made his way to a chair beside in front of Brinn's desk.

"Could we make this quick?" he asked, "I have a meeting with the

captain in half an hour and would like to clean myself up first."

A minute later, the doors slid open as Lt Fionn entered the Major's

Office. Francois already was sitting awaiting what the Major had in

mind. Fury blazed within him as he sat next to the Terran, one thing

for sure, he was going to have a little talk with the Captain after this

was over. "Sorry Im late, I had more important matters to deal with."

He replied as he face was as cold as stone and just as serious.

Athalya Anne had quite calmed down by now, fortunatly for the young

gentelmen who sat before her. "Lieutenants," she addressed them in a

voice totaly lacking emotion, "you are here becasue you are the sorriest

officers I have ever run across." They both looked to be on the verge

of saying something. "No!" Athalya Anne yelled, "You will not speak

until you have my permission!" Adrenaline pumped through her viens.

*Come now!* A calm, rational voice in the back of her head exclaimed,

*Lookit. Blue dots. Lookit... there's one... oh, it's dividing... that

means that they're two now... here comes a third one...*

"Gentelmen, this is your warning: when I give an order, I do not

expect that order to be questioned nor do I expect that I shall have to

walk you through the execution of said order. The next time shall

result in a formal reprimand which shall be placed on your record." She

rose, "Do I make myself clear?"

"What the hell are you talking about Sir?" Fionn replied looking

directly at her, "We are not just one of your jugheads for you to yell

at. Im finished with this conversation, next time you want to yell it

will between you, me and the Captain." Fionn replied as he made his way

out of her office, "Oh, as for the reprimand, you can add it to the rest

of my record." He replied as he stormed out of her office.

François watched him leave with a smile on his bloodied face. When

the doors hissed shut, he turned back to Athalya Anne.

"I have to agree with him, my Queen," he said, "He didn't do

anything wrong and you bit his head off. Now, the way I see it, that's

either because: A) You had some excess steam to blow off and decided to

pick on us because we were the unlucky ones standing next to you when

you went balistic, or B) You didn't want to be alone with me because you

were afraid you couldn't control yourself, so you decided to bring him

along." His grin grew wider. "I tend to lean more toward option B. But

don't worry, ch=E8re," he said as he got up, suddenly serious, "I don't

know what got into me in the ready room, but it ain't gonna happen

again." 'I hope' he added in his head as he left the room.

Athalya Anne didn't think about what she said next. Hot retorts always hot

on her lips and more often than not were left unchecked. "Really,

lieutenant, that's too bad." But before DeMontigny could say anything else,

the doors had shut on him.

"Danm it to hell, I HATE command." She mumbled, totaly lacking passion as

she pulled up Lts Fionn and DeMontigny's files and entered the complaint of

'Conduct Unbecoming an Officer'. But inspite of metting out punishment, or,

perhaps, because of it, Athalya Anne's mood was rapidly improving and the

barest trace of a smile decorated her lips as the complaints went on their

records.