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Tick Tick Boom….The Brig…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted Aug. 6, 2022, 12:48 p.m. by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Tick Tick Boom….The Brig…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.
Materializing in the Brig was a shock for both Jessa and the three-man security team in it. Internal beaming on the ship was almost non-existent and only used in extreme situations. This caused the officers in the room to pause for a second as they processed the individual covered from head to toe in a slivery metal armor complete with a helmet. The face plate of the armor was opaque not allowing for any of the three guards on duty to catch a glimpse of the individual who was inside.

=/\=Command we have an intruder=/\= one of the voices called out only to be met with silence. Across the levels of the ship, the comms agent on the bridge was successfully diverting any internal chatter to Aimee’s control center instead of it’s intended target.

Jessa took half a heartbeat to recite the words to give her strength. “You can’t stop me. So who is going to stop me,” she whispered in her head thinking back on what Adar Vyce drilled into their heads at school.

“Freeze,” a voice called out as they simultaneously drew their phaser and shot at the armored intruder that had beamed into the center of the room. Nothing about the intruder said to give it a warning shot. The shots bounced off what would appear to be a shielding that rippled and absorbed the blast. For those that ever fought the Borg, it would seem to be similar as if the shielding was almost living and absorbed and learned from the assault. The blast did not appear to be strong enough for the attacker to even wobble slightly. This was problematic since the security chief left orders that anything that appeared to be a threat was to be taken down with extreme force.

The split second it took for the three security officers to understand the shot was utterly ineffective gave Jessa the precious second to retaliate. Raising her hands, she made a sweeping action from out to in so that her hands were now centered directly and pointing at the men.

Sharp expletives filled the room as an invisible force seemed to rip them from their feet and scoop them up like a stack of wood. Jessa knew the shock was only going to be momentary. These men were highly trained and without the assistance of Aimee Rian and the XO, she never would have been able to get past the door and the platoon of men lining the hall behind a thick metal door.

Snapping her hands into a fist, Jessa yelled out the words, “contain and restrain”. Small ports opened on her knuckles spraying a thick oily substance onto the men. While it at first appeared to be only droplets, the black spray seemed to increase exponentially growing and thickening to an iron-clad ooze preventing their hands or bodies from moving. It completely immobilized the men moving at the same speed up and down from their torsos.

Jessa tapped the side of her helmet and looked at the man with fear and anxiety in her eyes. “Please please stop struggling. It is not going to hurt you I promise. It is what we use for crowd control and restraint. I am going to hurt you.” She moved towards them feeling her heart pound trying to weigh her mission and showing some compassion to the people she just subdued with a flick of her wrist.

“We are not going to hurt anyone. We just want to go home.” Later in the tapes, it would be a psychiatrist’s field day during debriefing. The men bound and incapacitated should have been the passive and pleading ones, yet it was the attacker that seemed to be trying to plead with the men on the floor. Looking at the console, Jessa realized she had no idea what buttons to push to open the cells of the door. If she had any ability to read their language she might have had a chance to decipher the panel. Most of these controls were about keeping people in the cells. The release was usually just a single button but she had no idea where to even start.

Looking over to the men on the floor she bit her lip. “Is there any chance you could help me figure out what to do to open the cells?”

The most senior of the three officers nodded his head as best as he could to indicate he had a response to her question.

Moving over to him, Jessa knelt down next to him. “Retract for communication,” she called out as she touched the officers lips. The oily substance seemed to react to her command and melt back from his lips.

“Have you lost your God Damned mind,” he blurted out with enough authority and power Jessa retracted back slightly. Years of training told him that while she appeared to be the one in control physically she was not mentally prepared for his response. He did not waste the opportunity trying to talk her down but barked another order at her trying to establish what limited control he had of the situation. “Go open the door and lay down your weapons.”

“I can’t. Mardusk has half your army on the other side of the door. If I let them in here someone is going to get hurt,” Jessa immediately responded with a look like the man was half insane.

“Oh sure you can,” the sarcasm dripped from his voice. “If you need help go knock on the brig door and ask for Vinny. I can guarantee he can help you get rid of that weapon.


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