Posted Aug. 20, 2020, 12:16 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
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 Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Side sim - Faye to the brig
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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 LdrShara watched as the CMO exited, stepping out of the woman’s way. Everything about Wynter’s demeanour told her everything she needed to know. Shifting her gaze to Pretha, Shara allowed a small fraction of her feelings to show through the mask: concern. “Just… keep an eye on her, alright?
Commander Calloway stepped back again and leaned herself up against the opposite wall. “I’ll just wait for the Captain. He said he’d be down soon enough.”
Commander Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence
Inside the brig, Faye moved back and forth across the length of her holding cell. To most it would probably seem like she was pacing, and there was a bit of that. But to the observant eye, her steps were perfectly measured and the focus on the woman’s face seem to be calculating something as she reached one end, spun carefully and walked back the other way.
It was very close: the spacing between this cell and the other one were near dead on. This one just a fraction bigger, but also wider because there was the bench that served as a bed. Her other one had had no such luxury. Her right hand hung down at her side as she moved, the trembling sometimes moving towards tapping against her thigh.
~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive
Pretha nodded respectfully at the woman. “Then I’m sure he’ll be here soon. You’ll forgive me, but I need to close the door. It’s certainly nothing personal, ma’am.” She nodded once more and closed the door.
Turning around, she looked at Faye. Watching her only a moment was all she needed to see this wasn’t boredom pacing. It was stalking. The measured pace along with the look she had at the doorway was evident of that. Pretha stepped closer to the cell. “Are you all right? I can’t discuss what occurred, but I need to make sure you’re ok or the Captain will have my head.” She smiled, trying to make light of it and hopefully ease the woman’s tension.
Pretha
CRIT Ldr
Calloway cast her glare halfway at Oberon as she continued to walk the space. “All right?” Faye laughed bitterly. “Yeah, sure, just peachy! And just to make my life even more interesting, my mother is here. Did you know I haven’t seen her in twenty-five years? As far as I knew, she was possibly dead. Funny that she shows up now, just in time to watch me fall about as far as I can go at the moment.” She had to force herself to breathe, though admittedly, deeper ones were more difficult at the moment.
~Faye Calloway, Captured Fugitive
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