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     Lieutenant Major Shar |
'Major Shar from Colonel Ironside.' Shar blinked as he scrubbed the floor of one of the numerous "heads" aboard Coronado. Reaching over he tapped his comm badge. "Major Shar here Colonel." "Major why aren't you cleaning my latrines as ordered?" Shar blinked again. "I'm sorry Colonel but I'm currently cleaning the public latrine in the main gym sir. You said one week's latrine duty and I am complying with those orders Colonel." Shar had heard many things about the Colonel but only recently had seen them first hand. Another reason to watch his temper. 'You misunderstood me Major. You are to proceed to Churchill Downs where you will maintain watch over the refugee camp latrines for the next week. Is that understood Major?' Shar frowned and shook his head, just when he thought his week couldn't get any worse. "Aye Colonel, I'm on my way, Shar out." Throwing his cleaning supplies in his bucket he stood up and headed for his quarters to pack up some spare uniforms for his week of punishment. "You'd think after being shot down he'd have respected the fact that I was angry but no...." Minutes later he stood on the transporter padd. "Churchill Downs Chief. Energize." A spilt second later he stood next to the camp latrines. Looking around he dumped his bags and began making an inspection of each and every latrine not noticing a small group of privates had gathered and where beginning to laugh at the Major inspecting the latrines. When he finally did notice he stopped and just stared at them and then got an idea. "Alright you maggots, I've been ordered on latrine duty for a week. However I was not told I couldn't supervise someone else doing it." He suddenly smiled, the scar on his face making him look more menacing then usual. The privates took an involuntary step backwards. "You all just volunteered. Get to it marines." Shar stood back with a self satasfied smirk on his face as the privates reluctantly began doing his job for him. |