Posted Dec. 4, 2020, 2:29 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Matthew 'Junior' Grimshaw (Shady Character/Doctor) (Jim Watkin)
Posted by Commander Michelle Allen (Acting Captain) in Brig
Posted by Ensign Luna (Security Officer) in Brig
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Matthew ‘Junior’ Grimshaw (Shady Character/Doctor) in Brig
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Junior woke with a bump in his cell in the brig. It took him a few moments to realise where he was. The dream about him simply walking through the forcefield had been so vivid and felt so real…
He rose from where he had landed on the deck and approached the forcefield.
“Hey! When do I get to see the Captain?” he called.
“ when the captain wants to see you. What exactly did you do this time” Luna said glaring at Junior.
“I came aboard,” Junior replied, “Nakuto and Sigmundsson were supposed to take me to the Captain when I arrived inline with the protocols I boarded under. Because she wasn’t answering their com and in an attempt to be diplomatic I complied with their request to temporarily house me here.”
“I have been here held without charge, without medical or psychological assessment and without any sign of this being temporary in contradiction of every Starfleet regulation.”
“I appreciate they want to keep an eye on me, but there are ways they can do so without locking me in the brig a depriving me of my rights as a federation citizen.”
“What would you know if being deprived of rights” Luna scoffed. She continued to glare then her gaze softened. “ why exactly are you onboard?” She asked?
“I’ve been on both sides of the forcefield, Ensign,” Junior replied, “Don’t they teach addressing senior officers as ‘sir’ at the Academy anymore?”
Luna surged as she did her wings opend slightly. “They do im just not interested in using ranks at the moment, trust is earned Lieutenant your rank does not materet that alone, you can have a high rank and do horse thing I learned that the hard way.” she said something told her this wS not the response he expected.
“You remind me of me,” Junior quipped, “So learn from my mistakes. Do what the senior officers say, cos punching ‘em doesn’t work.”
The ship suddenly lurched hard. There was a loud booming sound, and the force field to the brig cell flickered momentarily before failing completely.
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Junior remained balanced on his feet.
Luna remained balanced on her feet as well.
“That cannot be good,” Junior said stating the obvious. He turned around and picked up his shirt of the bench and pulled it over his head, covering his pale, thin torso.
” I think we can agree on that” she said as she taped her combage. =/\= Ensign Luna to the bridge what is going on power is out in the brig=/\=
“Something tells me that the Captain may be busy, now will you excuse me while I go somewhere I can at least be useful?” Junior asked as he picked up his uniform tunic and putting it on.
“Absolutely not Im not going to just let you run around the viking your staying right there” she said her stance dropping low for possible combat though she did not reach for her phaser.
“We’ll come with…” Junior began.
Suddenly, Luna disappeared from sight. She was gone.
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Junior was interrupted by Luna’s disappearance.
“I never thought I’d ever owe a favour to the Q,” Junior said to the empty room, “Any chance of a hand getting me to the lower decks?”
The lower decks of the Viking were moth-balled. According to John McHarrie, this was due to the significant number of system glitches and unreliability of both the environmental controls and life support systems. Both McHarrie and Akorem Nevin had theorised that the source of the Viking’s misfortunes was living in that inhospitable area. It was not a coincidence that when both had independently arrived at the same theory as each other, they both left the ship.
“I guess not,” Junior said as he tapped a note onto a padd that read “Gone hunting on lower decks. I’ll be home in time for dinner.
He took a turbo lift to the lowest deck that they were serving. From there he headed to an emergency equipment locker. He hung a medkit over one shoulder and a toolkit over the other so that the straps crossed on his chest and back. Junior knew he was not able to release the compression riffles from their locks without triggering a security alert, but he took the spare power cells, one in each pocket. Finally he donned an oxygen mask and a couple of wrist lamps before decending the ladders that lead all the way to the bowels of the ship…
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