Posted Aug. 19, 2020, 5 a.m. by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) 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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Before the CMO could leave entirely, Faye opened her eyes, debating whether to say anything at all. Whether it would make a difference. But a part of her was desperate for Jasmine to at least have a reason to rethink the appearance of the situation. To question. Even just a tiny bit and wonder if there was more to the story. “I asked him out. He said he’d think about it.”
“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
CRITPatience 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
Pretha heard the whoosh of the door and the raised voices. They were professional, polite even. But something raised the hairs on thre back of her neck anyway.
Slipping from her stool, she made her way to the doors. The vision of rank before her was a bit of setting, but nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. “Forgive me, ma’am. Lieutenant Oberon. How may I help you?”
She stepped into the opening of the door, effectively blocking it a her hand went to the security officer’s shoulder who had stepped in the way of the formidable looking woman.
Pretha
CRIT LdrThe voice. Ah hell! Weren’t things bad enough that she could get a pass on that? But did she have a choice? Apparently not. It was bound to happen eventually and when it did she sure hoped there was still a forcefield between them.
~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive
Shara gaze shifted to the Lieutenant and gave her a polite nod. “Commander Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence. I’m checking on the prisoner. I understand that the Captain has ordered that no one enters, and I’ll respect that. I just want an update,” she said, gesturing with her chin towards the interior of the brig, her face utterly impassive.
Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence
Pretha nodded, her smile still genuine and polite. “Lieutenant Calloway is well. Physically she didn’t suffer for her actions. The Doctor is with her now, but I’m told that save for a few bruises that will heal. She is fine, Commander. I assure you.” She wasn’t about to talk of Faye’s mental status. She was shaken, that was for sure. But how badly and just exactly from what, Pretha wasn’t about to create conjecture.
Pretha
CRIT Ldr
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