The Banshee vs the Arrogant Arse "
By: Krystal, Hologram, [RNPC]
Margaret Rose MacAlister , Marine CO, [RNPC]
Maxine Lucinda Tapert, Computer Specialist, [PC]
Pierre D'Aubigne, Flight Control Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58208.13 1030

Pierre was fuming. He was assured that his holoprogram was in full order. He had booked that holodeck for the purposes of recreation and now here he was, storming through the ship with a stranger in tow. He was using all sorts of French cuss words for all sorts of situations and he was spewing them out so quickly he didn't think that the translators were keeping up.

Madge had been listening to him rant as they walked and finally couldn't contain herself any longer. She chuckled and shook her head. "Ye swear like a Marine, laddie," she informed him. "If ye dinnae relax ye're going tae pop a valve."

"I was going to be a marine, but it turned out the CO called me a pansy ass Frenchman, I punched him and that was my career over. Hence me piloting Starships."

"Ach now laddie. Marines have tae take all kinds of abuse from their CO's," she told him with another amused chuckle. "'Tis all part of the training," she added as she tugged the dark cap off her head and tucked it into her belt. "Toughen's us up," she nodded, chuckling again and raising a hand to brush back the short red hairs that curled around her face.

Pierre saw the mop of red hair and he felt the urge to kick into seduce mode yet once again. The curse of being French he always called it. "No, there is toughening up and then there is just plain rude. He was worse than both." He said as they arrived at the Computer Core, deciding not to go down the road of seduction.

"Tsk, tsk. We're a rude lot, some say," the Major laughed and watched as the doors to the Computer Core swished opened.

Maxine turned from her console to look at the pair who just entered and her brow raised up. "Crikey. Are we under attack?" she stared at MacAlister's outfit and camouflage painted face.

"It's a BANSHEE!" Krystal squealed as she fluttered out from behind Max and pointed to Madge.

Major MacAlister blinked and then lifted her hand to rub at her eyes a bit, and did a double take as she stared at the animated pixie. "Sweet Mother help us," she murmured. The shock of seeing Krystal totally negated the effect of being called a banshee.

"Stifle, Pixie," Maxine lifted a hand to flick the hologram, disrupting her pixels and scattering them for a moment.

"Iiieeeeeyyyeee!" the little hologram shook like a dog when she came back together. "I hate that."

Pierre watched the whole affair. He wanted to get this all back on track, even though the Pixie always amused him. "Oui mademoiselle Krystal, banshee that she is, but that is not why we are here. We need to talk to Maxine about certain computer related issues."

"I'll be begging yer pardon now, laddie. I am NOT a banshee," Madge informed him and straightened to her full six foot. "'Tis nae winning any brownie points ye are," she added.

Maxine giggled and Krystal fluttered close by. "Uhm.. What seems to be your problem?" Max asked and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear..

Pierre eyed the Marine officer. "Brownie points? This English language." He muttered. "Our problem is that our holoprograms became..." he looked for the word. "Joined. What is happened?" he continued.

MacAlister arched a brow at him when he eyed her, her deep blue gaze clearly asking if he had a problem.

"Joined?" Maxine looked confused.

"What th' lad means, is that my program was running, he inserted his, and th' computer mingled them together, taking parts from each tae form a working whole," Madge explained.

"Oh." Maxine's confusion seemed to deepen. "That can't 'appen. What 'olodeck were y'using?"

"First thing." he turned to Madge. "Do I look like a 'lad' to you? You see this?" he scratched at his chin, "is stubble, which will be grey very shortly at this rate, and secondly, it was holodeck one I believe."

"T'was two," Madge corrected him, never taking her eyes from him. "Maybe ye got th' bloody wrong holodeck, *laddie*," she smirked.

"Is the program still running?" Maxine asked.

"Two?" Pierre looked to the PADD. "That's what I said. With you going on like a banshee, how am I supposed to keep track of all the things that have been said? AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! INCOMPETENCE!"

"Incompetence? Who? Ye? Now laddie, I woudnae call ye incompetent. Just a wee bit DAFT!" Madge told him. "Ye should think before ye speak," she added with a smirk.

Maxine looked from them to Krystal, and back. "Uhmm. is the program still running?" she asked again.

"Daft? Me? And I'm incompetent?" Listen, Lassie," Pierre spat back in French. "Have you lost your mind completely? I was talking about you."

"ME?? Why in the bloody hell would you call ME incompetent? I didn't get the bloody holodeck number wrong. You did." Madge answered him in French. "YOU, *LADDIE*, are an arrogant arse."

By this point, it was hard to tell if Maxine wanted to laugh or throttle them both, and the universal translator was starting to give her a headache. "'ellooooo." she waved a hand to try and get their attention. "Is the program still running?"

"Arrogant? Listen to me Banshee woman of the Moors, this is not about me getting wrong numbers, that's irrelevant. It's about you going over time and messing up MY holodeck program." Pierre responded back, not phased by her grasp of the French language.

"Banshee woman of the Moors???" Madge was flabbergasted and continued to speak in French. "I did NOT mess up your program, laddie. YOU messed up mine when you stuck your blasted tin soldiers in the midd-"

"CHILDREN!" Max was definitely past laughing and heading into throttling. Or maybe it was laughing and just looked like throttling. Krystal was rolling around on the computer console giggling..

"WHAT?" They spoke in unison and both turned at the same time to look at Maxine when she shouted.

"Did.. You.. Leave.. The.. Program.. Running?" Max asked slowly, enunciating each word as if they might not understand her.

Madge turned back to Pierre. "Well, did ye?"

"Oh hell I don't know. Would you like to go for a walk back and check?"

"Aye, I suppose we best," Madge nodded.

"Finally," Maxine sighed heavily and grabbed her things.

"I still think she looks like a Banshee," Krystal added as they left the Computer Core.