Posted Sept. 13, 2021, 4:12 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Maybelle Spunkler (Maybelle Spunkler) in Crew quarters - B&E, rat, or a ghost
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Crew quarters - B&E, rat, or a ghost
Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Crew quarters - B&E, rat, or a ghost
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It was dark and late. Most of the crew was asleep save for room 4412 on D deck. A soft rattling followed by a clunk awoke the individuals in the room. The wife was the first to open her eyes and notice the sound. As from time immemorial, she reached out grabbing for her partner beside her. “Doug…Doug wake up,” Cheryl jabbed at his arm rocking his body. “I think someone is trying to break in,” she uttered sitting up in bed and pulling the sheet up as she looked at the door to her quarters.
“Are you daft woman? We are on a starship. Who tries to break into someone’s quarters on a starship,” Doug said groggily closing his eyes and rolling over. “Besides have you seen the security chief. Huge Orion,” he yawned. “Pretty sure you would have to be brain-damaged or just an idiot to try to willfully commit a crime on his turf.” Sleep just began to wash over Doug again before a sharp jab into his kidney’s woke him up abruptly. “Owwww,” he yelled rubbing the spot Cheryl had just ground her elbow into on his body.
“Doug get up! Did you hear that,” Cheryl snapped frustrated? Her eyes moved around the room as if searching for an unknown presence.
“No but I felt it and so will any one in sick baaaaay,” he stopped complaining as he heard a loud rattle followed by a clunk. Throwing the blanket off of him, Doug moved across the room picking up a baseball bat leaning next to his dresser. Thank god he had signed up for that intramural league last week. Before that, there was only the rugby team and that weird version of baseball the Australian dude got going for department sports but finally, someone picked up a normal sport. Its equipment also had the dual purpose of home defense.
“Doug what are you doing,” Cheryl snapped in a hushed whisper. She eyed the bat and crossed her arms annoyed.
“What,” he growled back in a hot whisper now equally annoyed. “We have an intruder. What should we do…get them coffee? Just stay here,” he motioned with one hand leaving the room.
Rolling her eyes, Cheryl reached over to her comm badge on the nightstand beside her. =/\=Secruity we have an emergency. Someone is trying to break into our quarters. We need a team here now,=/\= she called down to the security office waiting for a reply.
~Intruder to room 4412 (Unknown....as of yet)
=/\= This is Security. =/\= a voice answered, correcting Cheryl. =/\= Acknowledged. Stay on comms, please. Have you seen the intruder? Can you describe them? We have a team heading your way. =/\= the voice of the Security officer was calm, but slightly comforting. Professional, but not cold.
Less than a minute later, the door to the room slid open and the lights came on in a flash. Two Security officers stepped in, phasers drawn, and began sweeping the room. A third stepped in, a massive Bolian with a scar running down one side of his bald head, who looked at Doug and said “And what exactly do ya intend to do with that, hmm? I’m guessing from your wife’s call, you didn’t manage second base there, DiMaggio?” and he turned and surveyed the room.
“Funny,” Doug gave the Bolian an annoyed look. It had less to do with the man’s comment and more that right now Doug felt like a fool. No man ever wanted to admit he needed help and having a security team in your quarters at zero three hundred hours meant you were inept or it was a domestic disturbance, neither of which was something Doug wanted to deal with when work started tomorrow.
“Did you find anything,” Cheryl came out adjusting her robe presenting the classic image of a wife in the middle of the night.
“If we found anything do you think I would be standing here in my boxers surrounded by a security team,” Doug gave his wife a sour look. “Because as I said earlier who the hell breaks into someone’s quarters on a starship. It’s not like they have a place to hideout. Right,” Doug looked at the Bolian hoping for a little male professional courtesy to back him up against his over-imaginative wife.
The Bolian shrugged and nodded towards Doug as he made notes on the PaDD. “He’s not wrong…”
Cheryl returned the sour look with an equally withering glare herself. “Doug I am not crazy. We both heard a sound from in here. Ignoring her husband she moved to face the Bolian. “So what is standard procedure for something like this? Do we need to dust for prints or,” her voice trailed off?
Doug for his part had given up but he also knew how to stay in his lane. He was married and while he might be debating about selling his wife to a traveling band of gypsies right now, he did like her most of the time. Leaning his bat against the couch, Doug sat on the arm looking at the other security officer. “You’re not married right,” he asked the man. “Piece of advice, if you do it’s better to just let your wife run with the crazy. If they don’t get it out is festers and grows to something you can’t control.”
Doug and Cheryl
“Maybe someone standing here -” the Security officer began,”- could explain what this ‘sound’ was, where it came from, and why you said to Dispatch that someone was actively breaking into your quarters when there is no one here besides the two of you and there is no sign of forced entry anywhere? That might be a good place to start before we call in the Crime Scene crew.” he said sarcastically with a glance at Cheryl, but still professionally.
Doug put a hand over his mouth trying to stifle the chuckle. People who said security officers did not have a funny bone were crazy or just being arrested.
“I am telling you I heard,” Cheryl said and stopped immediately looking around wide-eyed. “Did you hear that? Listen,” she started shushing people waving her hands about. As the room quieted faint tink and ratting could be heard. The sound seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. The more they listened it sounded like the rattle clink was coming from someplace high. It also coincided with the environmental systems kicking on. It could vaguely sound like something banging against a vent or screen.
“See…see,” she glared at her husband. “Telling me I am crazy. I said I heard a sound and I heard a sound,” Cherly began to take on the wife’s self-righteous role that made husbands wish just slightly that their wife was crazy just to not have to listen to them bark about how right they had been. Even more annoying than Cheryl crowing about her correctness, was the fact that her crowing was drowning out the very faint clink and rattle that could barely be heard before.
The Security officer looked at Cheryl and said sharply “Be quiet!” and the turned and listened. His gaze followed the sound with some difficulty, but eventually he determined that it was louder coming form the air outlet into the room. But then the sound stopped. He listened for a moment and then looked at Doug and Cheryl.
“Now, then… is that the noise you heard? The sound of metal rattling and clinking against metal? The sound of something wrong with the environmental systems above the ceiling of your quarters? That sound?” and he pointed up. “That sound that is coming from a four inch wide vent, but that you said was the sound of someone breaking into your quarters?” He crossed his hands in front of him and looked sternly at Cheryl. “Ma’am… I know it’s early in the morning. And I know that being awakened from a deep sleep is disorienting for many. Might I suggest that the next time you hear the sound, you call Engineering… and not Security? Because that-” and he pointed up at the small vent above them, “- is not like in the vids where the burglars crawl through four foot wide air shafts to break into the vault. And this-” and he pointed at the room around them, “- isn’t really what a thief would consider a money-making target. So please… go back to bed. Sleep. Call Engineering in the morning and tell them your environmentals are on the fritz and you need it fixed. Good night.” and he turned to go to the door.
“So you are just leaving us,” Cheryl crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
“Ma’am as the chief said there is nothing there,” a duty officer flashed his flashlight at the vent hoping to illuminate the area and prove his boss’s point. However, instead of just lighting up the area on the ceiling, a light flash briefly replaced the darkness after the officer’s beam was removed. FLicking the light back and forth on the vent, the security officer noticed something weird. Two small points of light seemed to shine back as if they were eyes. “Uhmmm sir,” a voice called out looking back and forth between his superior and then vent. None of this made any sense. His boss was right. No one in their right mind would break-in. The space was too small at half a meter by a quarter of a meter to hold anything but cold and hot air and yet something was there.
Pulling a chair over to vent the officer stood up and began to pull at the vent cover.
“Are you gonna just let him stand on my chair? He is going to ruin the upholstery,” Cheryl threw up her hands.
The Bolian looked at the vent and then at Cheryl and Doug. “Bedroom. Now. And lock the door. ” and he all but pushed the woman into the room.
As Doug followed, he closed and locked the door and then turned to the Ensign. “Ok… what the hell is that…“he asked rhetorically and then tapped his comms. =/\= Delta Four to Security Hub… Chief, you need to see this. =/\= A voice like rolling thunder responded. =/\= Copy. On my way. =/\=
As the Security officers worked on the vent cover, the door slid open and the green mountain of the CoS came into the room.
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