Brig- Late Night (Creed)

Posted Sept. 10, 2020, 9:42 p.m. by Commander Ardashir "Jack" Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig- Late Night (Creed)

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Brig- Late Night (Creed)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig- Late Night (Creed)
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Faye parsed his words but his question didn’t make sense. “I… well, I got the message out. I managed to get a ping letting me know it was received but there was no immediate reply. I’d check for more but kind of difficult from inside a cell,” she said dryly. Nothing about the situation was ideal, but wasn’t that why it was so seemingly dire in the first place. The others would have to have everything explained in great deal in order to understand where they were coming from but Creed at least understood the stakes. Or so she hoped.

~Faye Calloway, Prisoner

“That’s all good and well, but we need part two now. In order to get you out, I need someone I can take in. We will need all the details you used to communicate with the handler, from there I can see what responses we get back… I will need to know… how to be you I guess.” Jack said with a half cocked smile. “What code phrases he expects, what details he might throw at me. What details you have no one replacing him would be aware of. The whole nine yards, that’s… the only we we get you out of this cell.” Jack said with a deep sigh. This wasn’t his way, but it was the way he was going to be forced to go down if all else failed.

Creed, XO

“I will tell you what you need to know.” Rising to her feet, albeit tiredly, Faye paced slightly. There were details here that only made sense to her, but he might get it. She suspected based on what digging she had already been ordered to do that he’d get things the others will not. Stopping to face him, Faye sighed and gestured at large. “They don’t get it. And maybe when this is all done, they still won’t. Alex is trying to but I still don’t think the full reality of the position I’m in has actually occurred to him. Or if it has, he’s not willing to really consider it. But you get it. Because while I don’t know you very well Commander, I suspect you and I both know all too well what happens with other parties playing by different rules decide to meddle.” Faye stepped closer to the forcefield, it’s low audible hum reminding her that if she got to close, it would hurt like hell.

“I do… it’s very seldom court martial an interment…” Jack said with a solemn tone.

“This… group, this shadowy syndicate, organization, whatever ‘favdt’ name we want to give them is not messing around. If they really are behind my false orders, I suspect that that was true when I was undercover too. Which means they know everything that went down then, if only because of debriefing after I escaped the Tal Shair.” She quelled the flash of anger in her eyes and gazed deeply at Creed. “The others don’t understand that if I am removed from this ship, I disappear. Most likely I’m dead once my usefulness is used up. And we both know that someone has already planted the evidence needed to make sure I am arrested and convicted of treason against the Federation. You and I aren’t stupid, we know there will always be people who take things into their own hands at the expense of others and the values they hold dear.” She sighed. “I know you don’t have a lot of reasons to trust me, but for the time being you need to trust that I am innocent. I’ve done nothing * wrong, except trust that Intelligence had my back this* time. I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m getting screwed over right now, because it happened last time too. But, isn’t there the saying that goes ‘the devil you know’?”

~Faye Calloway, Prisoner

“It seldom really truly does…” Jack said with a deep breath as he nodded. “I will play along for now, a lead is a lead… and these Shadow Syndicate as we have called them has their fingerprints on everything lately… they haven’t like me poking around, I fear that is the whole reason you are even here.” Jack didn’t like the idea that his presence put Faye’s at risk, but he had little choice either than to keep doing his job which could sometimes cause collateral damage in it’s wake.

“Well, even my… Commander Calloway is convinced that my primary orders are real. But… there is clearly a possibility that the tech I’ve been modifying with R&D is tied to them. Awkward, that,” Faye said with a grimace.

“Whatever we can do to trace this back, I have an idea. I have been using my tools to create methods to find their signatures. The message you got out, once it comes back in… and I suspect something of it will, those markers should be enough to put doubt… and if we can cast doubts that should be enough to give us time to put all the pieces into place… that’s what you need… time.”

Creed, XO

Faye shook her head. “I don’t disagree, but we need more than doubt. This is my ass on the line, no one else’s. Doubt is not enough to prove my innocence. The fact that we’re on the defensive here and we’re not able to demand to anyone that they prove my guilt tell us everything we need to know about this situation.”

She got up and began to pace again. “Look, I get it. I’m an easy scapegoat. Because maybe the Romulans really did get to Faye Calloway, right?” She shook her head. “If I could get all the info they dumped in my head out without it being a horrific experience or leaving me brain dead I’d be all for it. But until there is a viable option, I’m stuck with an encyclopedic brain of information I can’t access.” She cast a slightly uncertain gaze his way. “Unless of course I could access some of it… right?”

~Faye Calloway, Prisoner

“Well maybe I can help with that, there is a piece of tech that my parents made… I have their database of designs… we could perhaps fix that but before we even consider that, we need to fix the whole shadow of a doubt think. There is something I have kept out of files from anyone who doesn’t work directly with the syndicate. They… brand themselves. Nothing you would have noticed outright, it’s infrared tattoos often on their wrists… we could perhaps rig this room to have a burst of infrared light, our cameras could pick up on anything but we would need their wrist exposed… that is another issue all together, but we can get creative there.”

Creed, XO

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