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
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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.

Rico was able to keep a straight face and stared straight back at the man for just long enough to seem sincere, until he seemed to barely suppress a snort of mirth and scratched at his nose so his hand hid the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Allergies,” he explained. “No, no I would not like to go though life known as Dicky Dangle, Brian.” He admitted.

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 firearms 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.

“This sounds like I’m going to need something stronger than coffee,” Rico admitted. “You took the time to read the Ogawa’s crew files obviously, Di..Brian,” he said, barely catching himself from using the mans given name. “You might have been a Detective but nobody is that accurate without looking it up and I got that training as well. Besides Tapas is a meal if you eat enough of them.”

“God I just lost all respect for you,” Dangle looked at Vanhall as if the chief had just admitted to kicking a puppy. Ordering a bottle from the replicator, he tossed Rico a bottle of water. “Don’t want to upset your delicate constitution. You are probably only at the required six of eight cups of water a day,” Dangle took a long draw of his coffee. “And yeah at times Dick is a better name than Brian for me. Tapas,” he shook his head in dismay.

Walking through the door, he shook his head. “You better explain these charges, these boys are Starfleet Officers, not Orion Soccer fans, how the heck hav they been charged with soliciting minors and trafficking animals? Last I heard they were planning on grabbing a quiet drink and dinner before attending the towns Line Dancing evening.”

Lt Vanhall, CoS

“Chief I can toe,” Bobby Paxton immediately began to plead his case yet the wrist binders attached to the table stopped any hand gesture and conversation as Paxton looked down. “I can totally explain,” he began. “It wasn’t us. It was that Mintaran nurse,” Bobby immediately threw the young woman under the bus.

“Priscilla Cavanaugh,” Xavier supplied the answer with a half grin and knowing look in his eyes.

“Yes her,” Bobby snapped his fingers. “She’s the one. Everyone says if you want a sure thing date a Mintaran. While they are like every other woman out there the Mintaran chicks boxes they tick are like real boxes. They are easy on the eyes but no one other than a Mintaran male is gonna sit for two weeks filling out their stupid questionnaire. So you diddle your Dangle and play a few periscope games but they don’t ever want anything. Back me up Xavier.”

“Hey,” Brian snapped out. “Are you looking to add insubordination to the charges,” he snapped. “Diddle your Dangle? Vanhall your boys are looking for weekend reservations here if they keep this up.” Over the years Brian has heard it all but rarely so blantant from someone so sober.

“Chief I am telling you that nurse is all smiles, demure down gazes, and hair flips but she is freaking force of nature. Priscilla is the one you should be popping out not me,” Bobby sounded almost desperate.

“Priscilla,” Dangle scrolled through the notes on his PaDD. “That sweet girl that bailed out your two other ensigns Parker and Parker?” Cocking an eye and looking at Rico he took a seat. “Tell me Rocco what kinda ship is the Ogawa really and how many more of your merry band of misfits are on my planet?”

Officer Dicky Brian Dangle