Side sim - Faye to the brig

Posted Aug. 11, 2020, 4:53 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Side sim - Faye to the brig

Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Side sim - Faye to the brig

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Side sim - Faye to the brig
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Pretha felt Faye slow and as they entered the brig area, she nodded off their escort. “Stand by the door. Bring the Medical Chief when they arrive.”

She nodded to the furthest holding cell. “Come.” After a few steps, she debated how to answer Faye. There was a lot that Wyatt had done that Pretha hadn’t agreed with. Those actions left a bad taste in the back of her mouth. “He shouldn’t have shot that panel that kept the rest of us from coming in.” It was the safest and most obvious answer, so she stuck with that.


Faye snorted and she actually looked amused as she walked into the cell. But her expression shifted quickly as she looked over the walls and turned to face Oberon. She had to remind herself that she chose this outcome. But that was never going to make it easy. Instead, she focused on Pretha’s response. “True. It wasn’t very smart of him, now was it? But I think I struck a nerve in him. I could be wrong though,” she said.

~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive

OOC: Just wanted to say that Faye might want to talk to the counselor since that conversation would be privileged. Also, isn’t anyone going to search her?

D…(causing trouble)

Ooc…oh yea of little faith. Yes she’ll be searched. And she speaks to no one but the doctor till Captain says. Pretha isn’t gonna question her.

Pretha smiled. “Something tells me your instincts aren’t that wrong.” She smiled and opened the replicator outside the cell. A moment later she produced a set of work out sweats and actually handed them to Faye instead of tossing them. “I need you to put these on. While I’m sure you have no visible weapons, in light of your antics, I can’t chance that there aren’t other devices on you a simple search would find. The others will step away if you wish, but I’m staying.” Once the woman took the clothes, Pretha would remove one of the restraints to allow her to dress, but the CRIT Ldr remained very close.

As the restraints were removed she flexed her wrists glad that particular humiliation was over. She had avoided each and every set of eyes they had come across (not that there had been -thankfully- many). But still, knowing this ship, the story fo Faye Calloway being hauled off to the brig was sure to have circulated around the ship by dinnertime. It was in her best interest that it did so, and yet she would still resent the whole thing. uggh. She needed to stop dwelling. “Do what you need to, Lieutenant. I would if our roles were reversed and we both know it,” she said as she accepted the garments.

The ideas of how to search the woman had weighed on Pretha’s mind since she dropped into the shuttle bay. This woman had far too many skills to credit to some simple handheld devices. This was the only way she hoped to be sure.

Without awaiting Faye’s choice, she waved her hand to have the males turn away. Then she nodded to Faye. If she wasn’t a fugitive, Pretha would have actually considered the woman for the CRIT team.

((Adjusted for missed post on prior thread… restraints on Faye))

OOC: I amended my post a bit too. Hard to casually sit crosslegged with your hands behind your back, lol.
The folded pile of cloth rested in her hands and for a moment she resisted. Every fibre of her being despised the idea of getting rid of her uniform- her one external sign of her allegiance to Starfleet. Truth was one of those things easy twisted and bent, as her current predicament revealed so clearly. Looking down at the workout sweats she was very quiet for several moments.

Finally, Faye shuffled the garments to one arm and reached into her pockets. She pulled out in turn: her little portable relay and the miniature PADD. Both were all that it had taken to cause havoc on the starship. A brief smirk appeared on her face as she sat them on the floor near Pretha with a clunk. “I choose to also take your remarks about my antics as the compliment ai think they were intended to be.”

Mask fo indifference firmly back on, Faye Calloway stripped off her uniform and dressed. She folded each uniform piece with reverence, resting her now scuffed boots (Jefferies tubes were not great on one’s appearance) beside them. She stepped to the side to allow Pretha to take it all away.

~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive

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