The mere unease that had been on Dexter’s face was immediately replaced by a look of horror. Seeing that almost everyone that he had met on this ship hated him on first sight, the chances of a drunk liking him enough not to punch him where well...little to say the least. Shuffling a few steps back from the cot where the drunk was sleeping, Dexter was now suddenly very happy that he had decided to stay on the floor instead of pushing the guy off the cot, like he could have done. Now, he knew that having the guy being enraged at him was inevitable, but at least he could postpone the beating, couldn't he?
"So...what's your name?"
The question sounded slightly forced, and definantly nervous, but it wasn't like Dexter wan not trying to sound calm and sociable.

  Fister...Mike  Fister. I work in the foundires, laborer..have ta haul round those slabs of steel you guys  use to patch up the ship with.

"Oh, that's nice."
wait, so I have to work with this guy?!
Dexter bit the top of his lip, and tried to continue the conversation, in hopes that he just might not end up angering yet another guy that he will probably end up having to work with.
"Well uh, I'm Dexter."
He looked down at the ground as if to think of something else to ask the guy.
"Hey, how did you know I was a mechanic?"
At first it he was going to ask just another generic question, but but as soon as this question popped into his mind, he decided to ask it insead.
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    cause of your Uniform...course...you'er  in here so that means  ya did somethin wrong...

Dexter glanced down at his uniform with surprise that would make it seem as if this was this first time he ever saw it. He smiled, embarrassed that he had asked such an obvious question, and then moved on to answer the question that he had been asked himself.
"Wait, didn't I already tell you? I went to sleep in the bar, when I was supposed to be in the hangar."
Dexter paused for a moment, deciding after a few seconds to make that statement just slightly more accurate.
"I think..."
Dexter was really starting to regret saying that he was supposed to be in the hangar by this point. Mainly because he was now positive that he wouldn't have ended up in the brig if he had said otherwise. But then again, you could never be too certain of anything, especially when it came to the decisions of superiors...or the tempers of drunken people for that matter. Dexter was starting to get more comfortable, and was actually starting to believe that maybe this guy won't end up hating him after all.

  The  Man nodded slowly as he pushed his hair back with one  hand, the Other  hand resting on his  left knee,..yea..all them announcements andAlert sounds...anyone  not where theu'er supposed to be, is gonna be in here..then on the next boarding shuttle...The Commander figures.."trial by fire" if you live, he'll let you stay..if you die, the people  back home can get  yor insurance...don't  get no insurance   if they float you out the airlock.

Dexter's face was full of dread.
Oh come on, why do I have to be around the morbid guy?!
He bit his lip, and tried with great effort to find any subject to talk about other than his possible bloody death. Unfortunately for him, he isn't very good at changing the subject.
"Well, I know how to use a gun...kind of..."
Dexter trailed off, putting his hands up to his collar in order to adjust a tie that wasn’t there (something that he often did when he was nervous.) He looked up at the guy with a super nervous regard, hoping that the man would catch on that he didn't really want to talk about the subject.

..don't  matter much, they send you on a boarding party, they figure you will get killed..That's  what happens to most of the service folks that end up here...Every now  and then, they live.

Dexter pouted, looking more and more terrified by the second. At one point, he even started to look comical. He stopped moving his collar around and looked down at himself for a second time.
Can't he talk about something else?
Despite his unspoken wishes, Dexter continues on the subject.
"Wait, don't you have to come along as well?"
He said this with a hopeful smile on his face. From the way the man was talking about it, Dexter thought he already knew the answer, but he could dream couldn't he?

Me? I'm a Civie..I don't get to fight, unless someone comes here..then we act as Militia..you?  You signed up..gopt yourself a Uniform...there's  a price goes  with that paycheck...

Dexter became very disappointed as the guy mentioned that he didn't need to go. To him, it was starting to sound as if the man was talking about his having to go on the boarding party with the sole goal of making him depressed. Like seriously, why else would he be complaining about having to go on the boarding party if he didn't have to go on it himself? Dexter frowned at the guy, and finally found a way to change the subject.
"I'm bored." He whined.
He knew that complaining was the best way to annoy people, but it was usually also the best way to shut them up, something that by this point, Dexter eagerly wanted to do.

..can't  afford to be bored when you are in uniform , kid. Cuase there  are only two ways  for tthem to Unbore  you....give you lots of  'makework'...or send you out to get killed...

Dexter looked unhappily at the guy and slumped his shoulders. Wouldn’t this guy talk about anything else other than death?! Turning his head towards the bars, Dexter moved towards them and suddenly smiled devilishly at a thought.
"Hey! I wonder if I have Telekinesis!"
Dexter, all the while with a newly found smile on his lips, stood with his index fingers on his temples, and stared at the bars intently.

  The Steelworker  just shook his head,..yea...I think they'll just use the airlock on you....

Dexter was still pretty absorbed in trying to bend the bars with his mind when the man spoke up. Not really having paid attention to what he had said, Dexter smiled and nodded.
"Yup!"
Dexter then paused, took a second to realize what the man had said was basically an insult, and then took even longer to come up with the most brilliant reply he could think of:
"Wait a minu- hey!"
Dexter turned around and crossed his arms.
"You’re just jealous that I am more awesome than you..."
Dexter paused to think.
"...and that I have telekinesis!"
Dexter smiled, content with his 'witty' response, and then promptly went back to staring at the bars intently.

  The  man smiles a bit darkly,..yea...you should pop a bit brighter then everyone else they spaced..becha yor eyes shoot out  first....

No matter how hard Dexter tried, He just could not ignore that last comment. His mouth turned into a childish pout, and his eyes popped open so wide that it looked like they would fall out there and then. The mental imagery that the last of that guy's comments gave him was just a little too horrifying (mainly because it was him), and it wasn't long before Dexter was back to being nervous again. He bit his lip, and if one listened closely, you could even hear a faint whimper. Turning his back to the bars, Dexter leaned back against them, and let himself slide down into a sitting position. He tried to keep his eyes down to avoid eye contact, but he failed, and ended up looking at the guy anyway, his face still the image of horror

  The man looked at Dex, a mix of disgust and humor on his  face,what? Ya think they was gonna giva  ya  a Medel fordoing something wrong?Not on this ship...from what i hear, That Commander  fella..he writes his own rules..deals with stuff his own  way..and has people around him, who do the same..don't know  about you? But if I get killed in the foundry? Or I get killed in a battle tring to protect the folks  i live  with..well that's  one thing...not a bad  way ta  go , if ya gotta...but...fer my thinking...ain't  no worse way to go, then being a Dumbass...but?  that's just me..I ain't no serviceboy...

Maybe it was just him, but in Dexter’s opinion, the only good way to die was while to get crushed by a pile of candy wrappers whose candy you had just eaten. Dexter smiled, picturing this, and then turned his head back towards the guy. His smile instantly faded.
"Well, meh!"
Dexter frowned, and wished the guy would stop talking. Funny to think that just a few minutes ago, Dexter was happy knowing that the guy wouldn’t kill him...but now he was wondering how he was going to survive in here any linger without killing the other guy!
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 about 30 minutes later two guards Come to the  cage  and unlock it. They Look at the Civie,..go to your Militia leader follow  orders  from there.

 the  man looks up at the Guards , he nods  quickly, and  leaves  the cage in a sprint.

  The Sgt  looks at Dexwell son. looks Like you are a fighting  man right now..follow us..."  they grab Dex  and Push him along towards the Hanger.

Dexter had been still sitting against the bars when the guards came. He took notice of them, and spun around just in time before they opened the cell door. A small smile spread over his face while he watched the man go out of the cell.
finally, I'll be left in peace!
Then the guards grabbed him.
or not...
The smile faded, and turned more into an expression of disappointment. Truth be told, Dexter would probably not have minded staying in that cell for a couple more hours now that the depressing guy had been removed. Dexter had a surprising lack of resistance towards the men bringing him to the hangar (not to say that he was devoid of all reculance to get out of the cell) and even more surprisingly, did not talk for the entirety of the trip.

    Justin is put into  a Dark red  prisoner   Jumpsuit..and   confined to a cell, Pending the orders  of The Commander.

In reply to Justin (msg # 27):

One of the marines escort shoved Justin into the brig, slamming the door behind him with a resounding clang. Bet he got a kick out of that, being able to throw his weight around, without fear of redress. he thought before examining the cells interior. Mind he wasn't about to say anything to anyone considering what had just happened. It was a lesson he'd not soon forget, from now on it'd be yes Sir/Mam No Sir/Mam, just like in cadet training. Don't say a word and keep your mind focus on whatever they tell you to do, and above all never volunteer anything. Let the brass do the thinking. He mentally chastise himself. Nothing much to do here until they assign someone to undertake his defence. He gave a grimace, wander

  about  3  hours  later  the  Door Unlocked   The Commander  came in after the guard  who followed  him entered and shouted " Officer on deck!"

In reply to Commander Hack (msg # 29):

Justin was in the process of pacing the cell 1801 he mumbled as the door opened Snapping to attention at the marines declaration eyes front which had him facing the rear of the cell