1LT Arturo Maxwell - Casa Nilsen

[Iain Turnbull]

(Gymnasium, Deck 5, Octavia E Butler)

A sharp clip around the back of the head from Max and some calm, sensible words from the others seemed to have done the trick and the anger had visibly drained from Nilsen.

Nilsen: Yeah…he doesn’t. It’s just…you know, this felt like it came out of nowhere, but at the same time, all the signs were there.

Nilsen pulled his vest up to use it as a face towel, a ritual undertaken by sweaty gym-goers for centuries and one that Max was a regular follower of himself.

Maxwell: Maybe lad, but everybody has been fair busy of late.

Nis: Response

O'Reilly: What if we arrange a casual meetup? Get Toxin and Henry together with us, see how they interact?

As Nilsen let his vest drop, Max took a few steps away and grabbed a proper towel to give him.

Caras: Not a bad idea. I figure if we have a casual talk with both of them, and see how they react if Lhandon walks by, we’ll have our answer if there is unduly fraternization.

Nilsen: Like a…this could work? Won’t Tox ::correcting himself:: Lt Arlill realise we’re doing somethin’

Maxwell: Depends on the location we make use of.

Nis/Nilsen: Response

O'Reilly: Either way, we need to handle this a bit more gently. The last thing we want is to create more tension in the crew. (beat) and that’s coming from a marine ::looking over at Maxwell::

Max grinned. Reputation amongst many of Starfleet aside, Marines preferred non-violent solutions to every situation unless absolutely necessary and completely unavoidable.

Caras: I’m with O’Reilly on this one. The smart choice is almost never violence::laughing nervously:: but you’d never actually put your hands on another officer right?

Nilsen: No, I wouldn’t dream of it.

A light nod of the head indicated Max's belief in Nilsen's words. It had been noted of Max that if he gave voice to his anger then all was well, but if he sat and seethed quietly? That was the time to make a sharp exit.

He had a feeling that Nilsen was quite similar in some respects.

Caras: I’m new to the ship and I just want to make sure that everyone gets along, but at the end of the day it’s my business because you’re my friend Lhando. Professionally I don’t have a stake in it, but that isn’t what this is about.

Nilsen: I appreciate that mate. I..erm

Nilsen nodded again.

Maxwell: “Erm”? Sup lad, Nessie got your tongue?

O'Reilly/Nis: Response

Caras: Look we’re all here for you man. Look around, the four of us see that you’re in pain and we’re all here to help you in the ways that you need.

Nilsen: ::nodding slowly:: I appreciate that, all of you. I... I.

Caras: Have some faith that we can help right this wrong for you. Please.

Nilsen: I…I do…I…

Maxwell: But there's something else, aye?

O'Reilly/Nis: Response

Using his teeth to rip open the velcro strap of on glove, Nilsen pulled it free before removing the other glove.

Nilsen: Yeah…you folks are right.

Maxwell: Of course we're right. We're no the ones battering a punch bag in the gym.

A broad grin tugged at his scarred face, narrowing his left eye as it did so.

O'Reilly/Nis/Caras: Response

Nilsen: So…erm…we doing this?…and do you want food ::first tentative smile:: cos I’m hungry, and ::beat:: I ain’t cooked for two ::nodding to Caras and Nis::.

Nilsen gave a small smile as he looked at O'Reilly.

Nilsen: Even you O'Reilly. I can’t hate ya.

Patting his belly, Max gave an enthusiastic nod. He hadn't eaten in nearly an hour and was, quite frankly, starving. It didn't help that the conversation had turned to Nilsen's cooking, which Max enjoyed greatly.

He was a dab hand in the kitchen, with portions of food that almost rivalled Max's Mama's.

Maxwell: Plan made. Your place, and you're cooking. ::He gave Nilsen a dig in the arm.:: Gonnae go check on the kids, and I'll meet you there.

O'Reilly/Nis/Cares: Response (optional)

By the “kids” he of course meant Haggis and Nessie. Milly was perfectly capable of looking after herself, and frequently did so when Max was on duty or attached to an away team. Of course, if Milly was at home and not out adventuring around the ship, he would take her along with him.

Stomach rumbling in its impatience, Max nodded to each of the others in turn before heading for the door.

[End Scene for Max]

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1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.

Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.

USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.

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