Posted Sept. 6, 2019, 3:47 p.m. by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Shore Leave: Cammina Prime
Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Shore Leave: Cammina Prime
Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Shore Leave: Cammina Prime
It was far too early as a swirl of lights and a soft buzzing hum revealed the arrival of Rico outside the local authority Police Station on Cammina Prime. Despite the fancy sounding name, the planet and most of the inhabitants reminded him more of the people in the old style Western movies of Earths 20th Century.Hot weather, gorgeously impressive vistas, a lack of reliance on technology and an atmosphere of ‘getting away from everything’ mixed with potent and cheap locally produced spirits, meant the planet was a popular holiday destination for many Starfleet ships.
Checking the time of day by looking up at the sun and noting how low it was over the horizon, Rico grumbled at missing out on Ally’s bacon and egg breakfast, turned, and pushed open the swinging doors that marked the entry into the Police station. Pausing on the inside he looked around at the dimly lit area.
“Lieutenant Vanhall, Chief of Security on the USS Ogawa,” he announced. I am expected.”
Lt Vanhall, CoS
A middle aged officer looked up at Vanhall. Setting back in his seat the officer crossed his pronounced belly paunch and the wrinkles around his eyes that typically held mirth presented as a sterner paternal look. “You the Chief of those two knuckle heads sitting in my cell,” he jerked his head off to the side.
“There are more than two knuckleheads on the Ogawa,” Rico stated flatly, “which two knuckleheads are sitting in your cell? Your message only said you had two crew being held.”
Arching an eyebrow he slowly let his bulk push the chair to an erect position. The slow creaked seemed to echo in the room and audibly announce the slow pace of life on Cammina Prime. Tapping a few buttons on the console he let out a deep throat clearing sound. “Lt’s Khauv and Paxton? One has a smart mouth the other a dandy with the ladies,” the officer let his eyes gaze up at Rico.
Officer Brian Dangle
“Khauv must be slipping,” Rico replied easily, “he considers himself both a smart mouth and a ladies man, Paxton is generally just a smart mouth who’s best form of contraceptive is his personality. What are they in for Sheriff? You are Officer Richard Dangle I take it?”
Lt Vanhalll, CoS
“Brian,” Officer dangle said in an annoyed tone. “I’m Brian Dangle. I go by my middle name.” Leaning forward on the desk between he and Rico Brian poses a question. “You wanna go through life as Dicky Dangle?” The Officer let the question float in the air long enough to make a point.
Pushing the chair back with a loud creak he stood up with a cup of coffee. “Your boys,” he let out a condescending sniff racked up quite a list there Rocko,” Brian deliberately messed up Vanhall’s name as he took a large swing of his coffee. “Soliciting a minor, possession of stolen property, animal trafficking, resisting arrest, illegal discharging of firearms,” Dangle let his voice trail off and made a huh sound. “Oops my bad. The illegal discharging of forearms is on Mr Kowlaski but can you blame him. His daughter is quite the looker.” Moving to the replicator Dangle refilled his mug and then looked at Rico.
“I’d offer you one but you look like you are one of those new wave health conscious types. I mean those pipes,” he pointed at Rico’s biceps. “Bet your girlfriend is a perky little blonde that likes yoga and claims tapas is a meal. Probably a doc from some Southern California town like Malibu or,” he snapped his fingers, “San Diego. I’m right. Right?” The look on his face spoke volumes. “That means I’m either psychic or spent my first twenty years as a detective for New York SFPD before I asked for a transfer to some place out of the way to ride out retirement. I had that…until last night when your boys beamed down.” Activating a door control the panel slide back. “After you,” he gestured for Rico to go first.
Officer Dicky Brian Dangle.
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