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Punishment of No Punishment

Posted on Thu Sep 21st, 2017 @ 6:50pm by Colonel Jordon Mason Jr.

Mission: Stargate Command

Col. Jordon Mason
SDS Security Liaison
&
Commandant Ross Pearson
SDS Owner and Commander

ON:
The phone rang twice before a female voice answered on the other sides. “Mr. Pearson’s office, how may I help you?”
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Jordon rubbed the scruff on the back of his head. “This is Col. Jordon Mason, I need to speak to Commandant Pearson as soon as he’s available.” He responded, expecting to be told they’d call him back.
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“Please hold.” The pressed the hold button, and then pressed the intercom button. “Mr. Pearson, Col. Mason is calling for you.” There was a moments hesitation, then the smoother velvet voice of a practiced politician responded, “Put him through.”

There was a click of the line as she closed the intercom and reopened the line with Mason “Hold for Mr. Pearson.”

The line clicked again, and the next voice over it was the owner of SDS. “Jordon, good to hear from you, how are you settling in?”
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Jordon was taken back by actually getting through, it usually took a few hours to hear back from the Commandant. “Well Sir, that’s actually where the problem is.” He hesitated before continuing, not exactly sure how to say it.
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“Was there a mix up about your arrival time? I had been assured our facilities had been prepared, including my sweeteners.” He said having been made aware of Jordon’s reluctance to take this position.
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“No Sir, no, everything is in place. The office is quite lavish, actually I was impressed, I think it’s better than the Admirals office, Sir.” He responded, wondering what the Admiral was going to say when he eventually saw it.
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“Then what’s the problem, Colonel?” he asked his curiosity piqued.
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Jordon took a deep breath, “Well Sir, I hit the team leader.” He said flatly.
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Ross was taken aback by what he just heard… “You had a fight with the team leader? Mason, you’ve been there like 3 hours.” He said not actually remembering off hand when he arrived.
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“No Sir, we didn’t have a fight, I uh… I hit him… in the jaw. Just the one punch.” He responded.
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The line remained silent for a few moments. “Colonel… I admit, there is a lot about you I don’t know… buy why did you hit the team leader?”
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Jordon shrugged, then looked at his fist, it was changing colors. “We have a history, Sir. Djibouti. You’ve read my file, he was part of why I got stuck there.”
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Ross was already in the process of pulling up the file, he vaguely recalled reading something about Jordon being stuck and temporarily MIA outside of Djibouti… it wasn’t hard to understand why something like this had happened, though he had expected more from him. “Colonel… I don’t need to tell you what this contract means to SDS. This is a massive income for us. What are they going to do about it?”
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Jordon shrugged again, though he knew his boss couldn’t see it, “Nothing. The Admiral is leaving it in your hands.” He kept hoping that he’d be sent home. Even if it meant the end of his time with SDS.
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“Then I’m leaving it alone. I believe you are still the best man for this job, Colonel. Bringing you home would probably be more of a reward than a punishment. Don’t do it again, Colonel… keep in mind, SDS might not punish you, but he can still press assault charges. Honestly, if that happens, SDS might not be there to back you up. Consider this fair warning, Colonel.”
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Jordon sign, “Understood, Sir.” The line clicked dead. That could have been worse. Though he wasn’t sure how. All that really happened is he’d been warned that he screws up again, and SDS might no longer have his back. He set down the receiver and took some time to just unwind in the quiet of his office. He still had some time before they were supposed to restart the meeting. After a few minutes, he moved over to a large cabinet in the corner. He pressed his thumb to it, then let the retinal scanner scan his eye. The lock clicked as it was disengaged, He opened the door to find his armor on a stand inside the large cabinet. Nice to see someone took the liberty of delivering it for him. He started going over it to ensure it was good to go.
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OFF:

 

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