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

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side sim - Faye to the brig

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Side sim - Faye to the brig
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A small measure of anxiety dissipated as the restraints were removed again but Faye simply set her hands to the side, palms flat on the bench. She avoided looking at either Jasmine or Pretha, but having her friend here just reinforced how badly this would be in the aftermath. “I’m sure certain parties will want to also establish that I’ve not got any subcutaneous devices. Which I don’t, and your scans will show,” she said. “If I had I could have just saved us a whole lot of trouble and just beamed myself somewhere.”

“And you didn’t take that option because,” Jasmine looked at Faye raising an eyebrow? She really didn’t want or care for whatever answer Faye was going to give her especially after Faye’s flippant remark of not using a beam out option. Pulling out her tricorder, Jasmine began to scan Faye.

Faye was a bit confused but also knew that it mattered little what she said at the moment. Still, it was important that at least some details were correct here. “It… wasn’t an option, as I said.”

“I’m not injured,” Faye added. “Knees are a little sore, but nothing more than some bruising. Anxiety is high though.” She wanted to ask for an anxiolytic to tide her over through the worst of this, but that seemed perhaps a bit much under the circumstances. Medical records were one thing and knowing someone else’s experience was another. Their conversations before had gotten serious but they always shifted them to lighter topics. The dark areas of her mind weren’t something most people wanted to roam about in and she couldn’t blame them. But she had survived those nine months of hell- though she could admit that it had not been entirely on her own- through some sort of mental fortitude that had refused to be stripped bare, that had held on to her sense of self with more conviction than she had known was possible. It could be enough to ride out this self-imposed humiliation. Perhaps.

~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive

“Superficially I could tell you weren’t injured and bruises go away. As for your anxiety....well I am pretty sure when you shot the captain and the XO,” Jasmine lowered her voice a bit and took on a condescending sweet tone, “I am sure their anxiety went up a bit too.” Looking back at the results from the tricorder, Jasmine turned toward Pretha to give the results. There was nothing wrong with Faye and the woman could eavesdrop the results.

She had known from the moment this whole thing had been decided that there were certain risks she couldn’t do anything to mitigate. This one she had expected but was somehow ten times worse than she could have imagined. It had been easier before when she had just expected to be treated like a traitor because of her former association with the Maquis. But to have these people actually believe, even for a moment, cut deep.

“She is fine. I didn’t find any foreign objects on her person or in the dermal layers. Her bruises will go away in time. You are fine to lock her back up. Need anything else,” she said in tight tone to Pretha.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Pretha’s brows furrowed slightly at the woman’s tone. But it was brief and she shook her head. “No, there is nothing else. The Captain just wanted to be sure.” She stepped aside to let the Doc out when she was ready. Then she would set the force field and stand by till the Captain arrived.

Pretha
CRIT Ldr

Faye closed her eyes, hiding the wince as best she could. Jasmine had been her friend, but something in that whole exchange felt strangely permanent. Like she had broken something that couldn’t be fixed. Maybe that was true or maybe it wasn’t. But what had she expected? Sure, some had given her the benefit of the doubt but she really couldn’t have expected that from everyone. That was unrealistic. And if Faye was anything, it was a realist. reality was damn well sucking today!

~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive

Pretha settled at the console just outside the door at the post for overseeing of all the cells. She tapped out a message on the console. She could have hit her comm, but she knew the Captain was busy with Wyatt and didn’t want to intrude.

“Lieutenant Calloway is medically cleared, and in holding cell 4.

Lt Pretha Oberon
CRIT Leader/Security”

“I guess now we wait,” she said to Faye and sighed. She had heard such great things about the woman before her. Now she wasn’t sure, but something wasn’t sitting right with her. It wasn’t her call, so she merely sat, like Faye, and waited to see what would come next.

Pretha
CRIT

Patience was a skill she had in abundance. Not because it was natural to her, but because she practiced. A lot.

Still, the quiet was somehow untenable and Shara had been sitting in Faye’s lab not only desperate to know if their gamble had paid off but if Faye was okay. Okay was a relative term, especially under the circumstances. She had tried to warn Cochrane but the situation had escalated so unexpectedly that she had been distracted. To say the least. And now she had to make sure that everything was at least okay for the moment.

Walking through now calm ship, Shara was an anomaly in that her rank and command division colours marked her as outside of the Manhattan’s expected crew. Though her age was hard to place, a good guess would mark her somewhere in her fifties or sixties. Her brown hair was swept back neatly at the back of her head and her keen grey eyes (tinged blue) took in every detail of the ship and the crew she passed.

Approaching the brig, she noted the officers standing guard and gave them a nod of acknowledgement. The slipped open, but then one of the guards stepped into her path. “Sorry, Commander. No one else goes in there. Captain’s orders.”

She really couldn’t argue with the logic of the arrangement, but it did pose a difficulty. “I’m just checking o the status of our prisoner.”

The Ensign shook his head. “No can-do Commander. Sorry.”

Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence