Ready Room - Calling Faye

Posted Aug. 5, 2020, 1:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che'lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) (Jamie Moore)

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room - Calling Faye

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Ready Room - Calling Faye

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che’lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) in Ready Room - Calling Faye
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Walker was on the bridge at the Ops console when he saw Faye walk out of the ready room with a purpose, straight to the turbolift.

“Lieutenant, is everything ok....” but before he could finish, the turbolift doors closed.

Painfully slow considering the size of the ship and the fact the ready room was on the same deck but the time it took for him to get the phaser and navigate through the shift change as people streamed onto the bridge and corridors he finally made it to the room. The sight in front of him was most certainly the ‘Worst case scenario’ as he saw both the XO and CO unmoving and slumped over.

=^=Wyatt to Sickbay the Captain and XO are down, I need medical to the ready room now! Lockdown the ship we have an intruder.=^=

Moving across the room he checked on both their pulses whilst asking “Computer who was previously in this room.” two more security officers entered the room with phasers drawn and scanning the room before one leaving and the other coming to help Luke with the CO and XO.

“Sir, We have secured the transporter rooms and shuttle bays but we’re unable to also secure all the decks, there’s just not enough of us.” NE Wilson explained to Lukes great annoyance, after this mission he was asking for a Brig, an office and more security officers.

  • Lieutenant Luke Wyatt

As the lockdown order popped up on his screen, he noticed the security officers headed towards the ready room and followed.

As Darach was making his way to the ready room a set of turbolift doors parted and two medical officers, Doctor Che’lak and young nurse NE Benton, each clutching emergency medical kits, hurried onto the bridge and followed him into the room.

“What happened in here?” he asked, noticing the Captain and XO on the ground.

WO Darach - COO

“What the?” NE Benton exclaimed as he surveyed the scene, poking our from behind the towering Vulcan doctor. Making subtle movements, Che’lak nodded and pointed, silencing Benton and passing him instructions. In a matter of seconds the two medics were knelt beside the unconscious officers. Che’lak flipped open a tricorder and began scanning the captain’s vitals as Benton did the same for Creed. Her pointed chin orbitted slowly as Che’lak rolled her jaw.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

In the corner, a third figure sat up, her face set in a frown. Middle aged (in a 24th century definition), Human and wearing both three solid pips and Intelligence division colours, she groaned as she pushed herself groggily to a sitting position. Looking over at Creed and Cochrane, she sighed as she shifted her gaze to the others. “We were about to arrest her for espionage. Find her…” she said adamantly as she brought a hand to her blond hair

~Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence

Luke didn’t notice the other woman until she spoke but addressing her, “Who’s her Commander?” He asked the question simple and not requiring any further promoting from the security officer.

  • Lieutenant Luke Wyatt

“Lieutenant Calloway,” the woman said, gritting her jaw. “She’s armed, and fired at us when we confronted her.” the woman pushed herself to her feet but a wave of dizziness made her reach out to brace herself against the wall. There was, perhaps, a touch of resemblance between this woman and their apparent spy.

~Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence

Cochrane gritted his teeth as his vision cleared. “Dammit…” he grumbled and then sat up slowly. Looking around, he seemed confused for a moembt and then he snapped “Where the hell is Calloway?!”

Cochrane, CO

The medical scans showed only light phasor wounds and no serious damage. Her beside manner as suitable as always, Che’lak simply nodded affirmingly to the officers as they brought themselves up. “We shall stay on hand in case of any further injuries.” Another nod to NE Benton was all that came from her before the two junior officers packed up their kits and sunk into the wall at the side of the ready room, allowing those in the know to converse.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

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