Posted Sept. 17, 2020, 7:44 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement
(snip)
Faye almost made a quip about her own humming being a life or death sort of thing (which was only a tiny exaggeration), but the question of food distracted her. Hmm, could she eat? It wasn’t a matter if she needed to. She did. But could she keep anything down right now, that was the question. “I could maybe do some buttered toast. Multigrain bread. And a coffee? Black.”
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
The door to the brig slipped open and a familiar figure walked in quietly. Once again Commander Calloway presented a neat and tidy figure with her brown hair swept up elegantly off her face. But contrary to how the intensity she had presented yesterday, Shara’s gaze was tired and concerned, almost cautious even.
Lifting a padd, she waved it slightly and looked at Pretha. “The Captain said I could be here. If you need confirmation I can give it,” she said softly. “But, uh, I’m here on personal business.”
~Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence
Of course she was. But Faye knew that this had been entirely inevitably since the moment her mother had stepped into the ready room. Still, the reality of it was an entirely different thing to deal with.
Presenting herself for the rank she saw, Pretha slid off the stool and stepped towards the woman. “Good morning, ma’am.” Her hand rose to merely hold the edge of the padd a moment to steady it.
Seeing the Captain’s response to the request, she let go of the device, allowing the Commander to retain it. Nodding her permission, Pretha held a hand out to direct the woman to Faye’s cell. “I was just offering her breakfast. She hasn’t eaten, so I ask you keep it short or please allow her to eat if she wishes while you’re here. I don’t want her falling out from hunger. As I’m sure you don’t.” The last statement added absently, but tactfully, to remind Shara that Faye’s welfare should come first, regardless. “I’ll remain at the desk, but I cannot leave the room.”
With that, Pretha moved aside to allow Shara to go see Faye. Then made sure her stool position allowed Faye to see her so she’d know she wasn’t alone.
Pretha
Sec/ CRIT Ldr
It was strange to consider that she was glad Oberon was sticking around, even if whatever ended up being discussed here was deeply personal and overheard. At this point Faye had little illusions of privacy in her life. She was in a brig cell, after all.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
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