Ronald has been to P5X 278 several times. They have a naquada mine there and he works security. He’s made friends with Corporal Barnes, a young woman who also has anger management issues.
One night they are ambushed by a large number of Jaffa and brought before their false god Occator, a minor goa’uld with a penchant for cruelty towards his human slaves and ambitions to become a system lord. There is the usual posturing and boasting until Occator reaches for Barnes and pushes his palm at her forehead, the hand device glowing brightly and slicing into her brain with unimaginable agony.
“No!” he screams and suddenly he’s broken loose from the Jaffa holding him, and he’s upon Occator. At the same moment gunfire erupts around him – the rescue team has arrived. He hits Occator blindly, blow after blow, until suddenly, with a hiss, the goa’uld slips from the host body. Ronald steps on its head with the heel of his boot, grinding it into the stone floor, again and again.
“It’s okay, Sergeant.” Colonel Young’s voice – figures he would lead the rescue team. Ronald is breathing hard but stops his frantic stomping. Young roots around in his TAC vest, pulls out a large zip loc bag and hands it to him.
“Take a souvenir,” he nods at the mangled creature, and claps him on the shoulder before helping Barnes to her feet.
***
Colonel Telford rubs him the wrong way from day one. He watches him berate his CO Colonel Young in front of others, yelling at their medic TJ, blaming Becker the cook for the fridge breakdown and ridiculing Lieutenant Scott’s flight simulator results. And when Lieutenant James tells him Telford made a pass at her he feels his blood boil.
“Just let him try it,” James snorts, “I got more hand-to-hand combat training than the bastard ever will.”
Ronald knows she’s right, but when Telford dresses Riley down in front of his whole team he just snaps and socks him one, a hard right hook that sends Telford crashing to the floor.
He’s in the brig before he knows it, and when he sees the sad expression on Colonel Young’s face he regrets losing his temper for the first time.
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Five times Sgt Greer lost his temper (part 2)
Date: 2010-07-24 07:37 pm (UTC)Ronald has been to P5X 278 several times. They have a naquada mine there and he works security. He’s made friends with Corporal Barnes, a young woman who also has anger management issues.
One night they are ambushed by a large number of Jaffa and brought before their false god Occator, a minor goa’uld with a penchant for cruelty towards his human slaves and ambitions to become a system lord. There is the usual posturing and boasting until Occator reaches for Barnes and pushes his palm at her forehead, the hand device glowing brightly and slicing into her brain with unimaginable agony.
“No!” he screams and suddenly he’s broken loose from the Jaffa holding him, and he’s upon Occator. At the same moment gunfire erupts around him – the rescue team has arrived. He hits Occator blindly, blow after blow, until suddenly, with a hiss, the goa’uld slips from the host body. Ronald steps on its head with the heel of his boot, grinding it into the stone floor, again and again.
“It’s okay, Sergeant.” Colonel Young’s voice – figures he would lead the rescue team. Ronald is breathing hard but stops his frantic stomping. Young roots around in his TAC vest, pulls out a large zip loc bag and hands it to him.
“Take a souvenir,” he nods at the mangled creature, and claps him on the shoulder before helping Barnes to her feet.
***
Colonel Telford rubs him the wrong way from day one. He watches him berate his CO Colonel Young in front of others, yelling at their medic TJ, blaming Becker the cook for the fridge breakdown and ridiculing Lieutenant Scott’s flight simulator results. And when Lieutenant James tells him Telford made a pass at her he feels his blood boil.
“Just let him try it,” James snorts, “I got more hand-to-hand combat training than the bastard ever will.”
Ronald knows she’s right, but when Telford dresses Riley down in front of his whole team he just snaps and socks him one, a hard right hook that sends Telford crashing to the floor.
He’s in the brig before he knows it, and when he sees the sad expression on Colonel Young’s face he regrets losing his temper for the first time.