Lieutenant Jack Kessler - Speak of the Devil

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((The Writer's Room, Deck 8, USS Octavia E. Butler))

Jack had not been to the ‘Writer’s Room’ yet and this awards ceremony that the Captain was hosting gave him the opportunity to see a new part of the ship. As he made his way into the room he looked around at all those gathered, nodding to a few and shaking hands with a few more that he knew as well.

Sighting the Security/Tactical table Jack made his way over towards the table converging on it about the same time that Lieutenant Commander Sherlock and Lieutenant Richards arrived as well.

Sherlock: Mister Richards, Mister Kessler. I trust you're both well?

Richards: I’m doing well, thank you.

 

Kessler: (nodding to both officers) Commander….Anton. Good to see you both.

 

Sherlock: ::to Kessler:: Is Michele not coming?

Richards: Oh. There's a Michele?

Jack looked from Sherlock to Anton and smirked.

Kessler: There was and (looking to Sherlock) I have not spoken o Michele today.

Sherlock: Either way, she should still be here. If anything, to at least make a good appearance.

oO Good appearance or good show…she might be good at both of those. Oo

Kessler: (looking to Anie) I would agree.

 

Richards: Wait, you mean Michele Winters? Captain Michele Winters?

 

Anton appeared to be in a deeper thought for a moment. Had he run into Michele on a bad day as Jack had? Hopefully not but if he had the story would be a good one, assuming the story came out. Jack had decided that his contact with Michele earlier in the week was best forgotten. As best as one could forget a strong right hook to the jaw.

 

Kessler: One in the same.

 

Sherlock: Response

 

Richards: Hey guys, I think the ceremony is about to start.

 

Anton glanced over in what appeared to be a random direction… and there was silence. Jack wanted to chuckle at the apparent divertion of the topic but then realized that the ceremony was about to start, just not in the way either of them thought.

 

Kessler: Well speak of the…….

 

Jack was cut off as Michele Winters stepped up and slapped a hand on the top of his right shoulder, gripping down rather firmly.

 

Winters: (smiling broadly) Watch it Jack….the devil has not entered the room just yet. (looking to Anie and Anton) Commander…Lieutenant.

 

Sherlock/Richards: Response.

 

Michele’s hand dropped from Jack’s shoulder and she stepped around to the side of the table closest to Anie.

 

Winters: Is this seat taken Commander?

 

Sherlock/Richards: Response.

 

Kessler: Will Max or your other Marines be joining us?

 

Michele looked to Jack and then back to Sherlock.

 

Winters: I told them they were free to sit wherever they wanted but I would enjoy them here is they so choose.

 

Jack eyed Michele, trying to figure out her game. She was overly excited to be here and close to him. Something felt off and he was not entirely comfortable with it. Jack looked to Anton and grinned.

 

Kessler: Marines in a bar….it is all synthehol right? (grinning ear to ear)

 

The joke was to break the ice as best as he could and to see if Michele was really in a good mood or if she was playing at something altogether different.

 

Michele simply grinned back and then threw a look at Sherlock.

 

Winters: What are we drinking Commander?

 

Sherlock/Richards: Response.

 

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Lieutenant Jack Kessler

Non-Active Duty

USS Octavia E. Butler

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Captain Michele Winters

Acting Chief Tactical Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler

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