Wallace was sleeping rather soundly in his quarters when a constant beeping awoke him. He rolled over to hear it coming from his night stand. He held his head up to see that his comm badge was beeping. Richard reached over and tapped it rather hard.
"Wallace here. What is it?"
[Sir, Ensign K'Tag here. I think there is something you need to come and see on the commerce section.]
Wallace rolled back over and didn't take it very seriously. "I'll check it out later today."
[Sir, it's important. I suggest you come down and see what the Marines and Fleet personnel did.]
Wallace shot up and asked for the lights at 45% and looked over at his clock on his night stand. It read 0312 hours. Richard had a bad feeling about this. "All right I'll get dressed and be down." Richard took only a few minutes to get dressed and make his way to the commerce section.
The horror and disgrace he saw was unheard of in all his years in the service. Trash, broken glass and damaged property littered the area.
"What the hell happened here?" Wallace yelled as he looked to see a Ferengi dangling by his underwear over the railing of the second story to the commerce section.
K'Tag walked out of Harry's and stumbled over some broken trash and could see Wallace's anger at the site of his station.
"Sir, it appears that the 58th was drinking in the Easy Inn and that Tarik's Marines joined them. Things were normal until Banshee and Lieutenant Deveraux came in then everything went to shambles." K'Tag kicked some of the trash out of his way.
"I wanna see Major Boyle, Colonel Tarik and Commander Carter right now. I want them to see this mess." Wallace was a little ticked off at the site he saw. "Oh, and get that Ferengi down and see that he's checked out by Doctor Varl."
"Ah sir, those officers you named.... They are in the brig too."
Richard's face turned red and he almost shot his mouth off but kept his cool. He looked over at K'Tag. "I want a damage report of all the shops. I then want to see them in my office in 4 hours. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir," K'Tag responded as Wallace started muttering to himself.
Several hours went by and the three officers who Wallace wished to see walked in. They were a sad site. Colonel Tarik's hair was going every which way and his right cheek had a bruise. Carter had her uniform torn on the shoulder. Boyle's uniform was torn in several places, his face was just as bad, black eye cut lip and dried blood on his cheek. The three officers stood at attention and waited for Wallace's response which was slow and painful to them for it hadn't come yet.
Picking up a PADD, Captain Wallace leaned back and then stood up and walked over to the replicator. "So you guys and gal had a good time?" Wallace said in a calm voice.
Tarik went to reply. "Sir... It doesn't look that bad..." Wallace interrupted him. "Did I say speak, or give permission to speak?!" Wallace yelled seeing Major Boyle cringe at the sound and tone of his Commanding officer's voice.
"What's wrong Major? Little headache?!
"'Not that bad,' you say. Twenty-one Marines in Sickbay, thirty-two Starfleet personnel in Sickbay. Not to mention the Easy Inn is totaled. El Taco is too. What did that nice man ever do to deserve being locked in a closet and being overran by a bunch of Marines that stole food worth over 13 bars of latinum? Not to mention MacDonell's. How do you think he felt waking up next to his clown thinking it was his wife? Oh yeah -- how can we forget Harry's. It'll be weeks before he can get all the vomit and urine smell out.
"So do you sorry people have anything that would make that all right? Over 560 latinum bars in damage." Wallace slammed the PADD on the desk and looked over the three officers.
"Sir, it was a mistake. However, the men needed to blow some steam off," Tarik said turning his head towards Wallace who had his hands on his hips.
Richard thought long and hard and wasn't sure what to do. His punishment was going to be harsh but right. "Major Boyle, your Squadron his hereby banned from the Station. You can only come on this station for briefings.
"Commander Carter, your Squadron is given fourteen days restricted duty, and flight privileges are canceled for those fourteen days. Restricted duty implies after doing whatever Commander Loran wants you to do. You're to go straight back to your quarters until the next duty day.
"Colonel Tarik, your Marines are banned from the commerce section and forced to pay for damages to the Commerce area. Your Marines are also on 30 days restricted duty. All Science officers assigned as replacements are to keep their ranks, but are to serve as Privates.
"Computer, make a note of the above entitled punishment." Richard walked over and picked his cup of coffee up, and took a sip.
"Your all dismissed."
Rich had only heard of stories about this type of stuff and never actually saw it 'til this day. However he decided not to enter into everyone's record about their inexcusable conduct.