Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - Holosuite - Detours

Posted by Lieutenant Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - Holosuite - Detours

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim - Holosuite - Detours
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Peter frowned at the entrance that materialized in front of him. He took a few tentative steps forward and looked at the closed door. Instinctively his hand had gone to his combadge but he stopped himself. There were several possibilities for that force field and none of them were good. First that came to mind was the most hopeful, that someone was coming to detain him for whatever it was that he’d done for the past few hours. Second was that more members of the crew had been compromised similar to how he had been and were after him. Third was that this had nothing to do with him personally but he dismissed that.

With a forcefield being raised it was likely that his command codes had been disabled, only the Captain and First Officer could completely get the computer to ignore him and the Security Chief could do most of them, this meant no site to site transporting or overriding their commands. That was a hindrance but he could deal with it. He gently shook his arms preparing to throw the knives in his sleeves at a moments notice, there weren’t many left on the Viking who had seen him in action so they had no real knowledge of his fighting skill or speed, most assumed that he simply used brute strength when dealing with opponents. He took a step directly in front of the door =^=Door Open=^= He said and waited.

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The turbolift door hissed open to turn loose a rather determined and vexed Kohr. The Klingon moved along the corridor with such force and purpose that those still in the halls swept aside to allow him passage. Any who gave a thought about asking what was going on were quickly deterred by his glare. While Kohr would normally make an attempt to adopt a less-threatening visage with his subordinates, he was in no mood for it at the moment. Klingon nature and Starfleet discipline were at war within his heart this day, and it was writ large across his features.

His pace slowed as he heard Lieutenant Forgraves giving his security team their orders, nodded appreciatively as he turned the corner to find them. It was good to see others taking this as gravely as he. This was a sad day for the crew of the Viking, indeed. He could see twinges of apprehension and confusion in the junior officers. Doubtless they wanted to know why they’d been gathered in such a fashion when the assumed threat was loitering decks elsewhere. Kohr’s only comfort was in the knowledge that Hab’rabi’s time would come soon enough.

For now, they needed to get their house in order.

“I thank you for your dedication in this task,” he said finally. Though he addressed the junior officers directly, it was extended to Forgrave as well. “I understand that this is a difficult position to face. Often heavy is our duty to Starfleet, and to each other.”

He turned to the lieutenant and nodded towards the door. “Perhaps the old Earth saying is best: let us get this over with.”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

The opening revealed several figures; key among those visible being Commander Kohr and Lieutenant Forgrave. There were others present behind them, a smattering of Security ensigns; but only a few. The security chief stood ‘at ease’, hands clasped behind his back. His face was blank; though there was a sense of… being ‘on edge’ that the Intelligence officer could likely pick up on. Despite his relaxed presentation, Issac was tense; waiting to see what would happen. He found himself wishing that he knew Sigmundsson better; or at all, for that matter. About all he really had to go on was a skimmed personnel file and here-say from others; and that was less than sufficient. In his peripheral vision, he saw the officers lying in wait on either side of the door; tense and nervous. After all, it wasn’t every day that one detained one of their own; to say the least the Chief Intelligence Officer! But they remained in place; stamping on their nerves for now.

“Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson; you are being detained by order of Captain Rende Asam; for dereliction of duty.” Forgrave’s voice was firm and unwavering; delivering their purpose as if announcing it to a large crowd; clear and impossible to misinterpret. In a quieter tone, addressed to Peter alone, he continued. “I’d be obliged if ya cooperated; Sir. I can’t imagine you’re happy about this; I ain’t either. But there ain’t no need for this ta get… uncivil.” His piece said, Issac readied himself for a response - be it verbal, or physical.

-Forgrave, CoS

Peter looked at the two senior officers, his expression was a lack of one, stone doesn’t have expressions. He stood calmly with both hands at his sides palms open, with the forcefield in front of him and a holodeck behind him he had a choke point. He calmly assessed the situation. Commander Kohr, Klingon, above average size adjust for Klingon Strenght He slowly slipped his right foot forward, adjusting his weight Lieutenant Forgrave, Human, sturdy build likely faster, possibly a boxer He looked at the junior security officers Cannon Fodder After a moment he returned his attention to Forgrave Dereliction of duty means I likely did not commit any serious crimes He relaxed the tension in his shoulders

Kohr noted the subtle shift in the intelligence officer’s posture, his readiness. The Klingon’s own heart began to beat a pace faster in feral anticipation of the sheer idea of conflict. If Sigmundsson were to engage them rather than surrender, it would be over quickly. The other man only outweighed him by a negligible amount, not enough to give him enough leverage to swing it easily his way. Between the two, it would be a fair fight that Kohr was certain he could stretch out in order to give the others time to outmaneuver him. Forgrave was a different story, being a smaller man. He guessed their engagement would be a different kind of battle—speed and guile versus training and power. A mek’leth dueling a bat’leth, as it were. He had seen how easily a small weapon could bring down a larger foe. It was simply a matter of who struck first, and where Kohr could have given Sigmundsson a good row, he felt Forgrave would opt to finish it quick and clean.

Forgrave’s eyes flitted to Sigmundsson’s foot with its movement; assessing his stance and posture - as the man’s shoulders relaxed, Issac was temped to relax in turn. But he knew better - they were a long ways from being out of the woods; and even if Issac were to ignore any martial capabilities the man undoubtedly possessed, Peter had roughly 100lbs and a full foot of height on him. For multiple reasons, a fight was the last thing Forgrave wanted.

“I have no recollection of the past several hours since my return to the ship, I was likely compromised by an external factor. I’ll need to make sure that the two of you have not been similarly compromised before I surrender myself to your authority.” Without a phaser, it will be next to impossible to fight these odds without lethal measures, surrendering may be the only option He thought to himself. “How did I neglect my duties? I’m assuming the change was too subtle otherwise I would have been approached sooner”

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Kohr’s eyes narrowed slightly at Sigmundsson’s response and Forgrave’s hesitation. As executive officer, he’d reviewed Peter’s file in detail since coming aboard the Viking and made it his business to know the man—perhaps not as personally as he would like, but that would come organically. The Klingon knew they held the advantage, and yet the commander had been willing to risk an attack however briefly. That was more in-line with the officer he’d come to know rather than the languorous man he’d come across in the officer’s mess. Yet as much as his tIq desired to give Peter the benefit of the doubt, his ghIgh required that he take no chances.

This was perhaps the most insidious aspect of the entities brought aboard by contact with Hab’rabi. With the ability to manipulate the crew and access their minds, there would be no easy way to prove that any of them were who they said they were without a detailed scan and a deeper understanding of the remnants than they had. In this, the enemy held the advantage; all Hab’rabi had to do was wait while his remnants turned them against each other, then take advantage. It was a race against time, and it was not one Kohr was certain they would win.

Before he could formulate a response, Forgrave spoke up.

Issac’s eyes widened at the CIO’s plain words; he hadn’t been sure of what to expect - he’d prepared for the worst, and the forthrightness caught him off guard. “Ah; well, uh, ta answer yer question, the charge against you referrers specifically to drinking while on duty, as well as failing to perform required tasks - specifically, contacting Starfleet in a timely manner. Those are of course, subject to investigation and verification. Them’s the specific charges - off the record, your recent behavior has been erratic and uncharacteristic - reason enough for concern by my book.” Issac shifted his stance; dropping the formality of the ‘At Ease’ position in favor of a more relaxed stance; one foot leading the other, partly mirroring Sigmundsson’s position.

“You pretty freely laid out the gist of our concerns for us - a possibility for you bein’ compromised by.... something, let’s say. Ain’t quite ready ta throw out accusations yet, but ah well; that’ll likely come in time. As far as provin’ ourselves.... well, I’m game. Don’t quite know how ta prove a negative mind you, but believe me when I say I can appreciate yer concern.” He fell silent for a moment, sucking his teeth as he contemplated options. “That bein’ said, I don’t know how best ta make ya feel at ease; if anything can right now. But I’m open ta suggestions.”

-Forgrave, CoS

“We do not have time for this,” Kohr grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. “We are dealing with a foe that may yet know our minds as completely as we do, one whose number and strength still elude us. One who could yet prove our undoing while we stand here and debate. You have been given an order by a superior officer: stand down.”

The Klingon took a half-step forward, lowering his arms and leaning slightly towards the effectively-caged Sigmundsson. His voice lowered as well, steel against stone. Any who knew Kohr might understand that he was not posturing or being aggressive, merely that he was ready for what came next. Greater still would be the realization that his position and relative closeness put him at a slight disadvantage—would allow Peter inside his guard were the field to drop. Honor demanded no less, and perhaps it would show the intelligence officer the truth in their actions.

A gesture between warriors.

“If you wish to talk, you may do so as you are escorted to the brig for evaluation,” Kohr hissed between clenched teeth. As if to drive the point home, he slowly added, “And potentially be cleared of the charge. Otherwise, I will simply have you beamed there where you will wait while we put this threat down. Now, choose.”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

Peter simply stared into the Klingon’s eyes, searching for something. There were almost thirty seconds of quiet as he looked into the warrior’s eyes then simply nodded. Then he started undressing, first, he removed his shoes and placed them carefully to his side then unzipped his jacket and carefully folded it together, it seemed heavier than a normal duty uniform jacket. Then he rolled up his undershirt sleeves and unfastened the straps attached to his forearm, each strap held two blades. Then he reached behind his neck and drew two longer blades and placed them carefully down. He then removed a dark belt from his waist and folded it together, it was slightly thicker than the waistband of a regular uniform and finally, he put down the wristband on his left hand on the belt. He grabbed the Communicator from his folded jacket and placed it on his chest and stepped forward.

Issac couldn’t prevent the rise of his eyebrows as the man methodically disarmed. Note ta self: Don’t get in a fight with ‘ol Pete here. Can’t fault the man for carrying backup; void knows I do the same. But sure as space is dark that’s a lot of knives! He gently shook his head. Well, least I know who ta ask if I misplace my knife…

The large man then put his right hand behind his back and the sound of a blade being drawn from a sheath came from behind him. He put his hand in front of him revealing a curved blad. Peter spun the Karambit around then held the bladed part and raised the weapon towards Commander Kohr, in human culture the handing of a weapon was a mostly symbolic gesture but for Klingons, it was a much deeper gesture. He looked at Forgrave “That, Lieutenant, is how one proves a negative” He said calmly.

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Kohr’s eye twitched but he made no comment. While he had been known to carry a mek’leth on-mission from time to time, he did not understand the desire for some such as the commander to carry an entire arsenal on their person. Perhaps it was some terran tradition he was yet unaware of. In the age where the manipulation of energy was commonplace, a knife was only good in two situations—when the wielder held the element of surprise, or as a means of last resort. Still, the gesture was not lost on him.

Forgrave nodded deeply towards the intelligence officer, showing his respect non-verbally; he hadn’t missed the symbolism behind Sigmundsson’s gesture. The bow was tempered somewhat by a crooked grin, accompanied by a wry chuckle. “Reckon I learn somethin’ new every day, eh?”

Shaking his head once more, the grin dropped off of his face and Issac was back to business. “I do appreciate yer cooperation Sir; makes all our lives that much easier.” And that much longer… “NE Yogesh will secure your belongings.” He waved a hand vaguely behind him towards the small knot of security officers, still not quite willing to take his eyes off of the man. “I’ll hold myself responsible fer yer kit; and make sure it all gets back to ya. Now, can I have your word that y’ain’t gonna cause us trouble?”

-Forgrave, CoS

Peter inclined his head “I won’t cause any problems of my own volition” He said simply. He walked forward calmly and put himself in the middle of the group, hands to his sides he looked to either side.

As the two talked, Kohr turned his attention to the nearby computer terminal. Thinking quickly the Klingon set up a sort of rolling force field sequence that would take Forgrave and Sigmundsson to the brig without giving the commander—and potentially the remnant—more than two sections of free movement. The idea was simple: the computer would allow them to proceed into a sealed section and both contain and lock out the previous section until it could be cleared. That way, if the remnant chose to remain behind it would still be contained. While this would effectively seal off the procession pathway to any but the command staff until the sections could be cleared, he could see no other option than beaming them to the brig.

As much as Kohr preferred that simpler method, honor dictated that he attempt to rectify the situation without lethal measures. After all, the remnants had done no lasting damage that they were aware of. If that were to become a truth, however…

He pushed that grim thought away. If it came, he would deal with it; until then, he would do what he felt right. He waited until Sigmundsson was fully in their custody before explaining his intention to Forgrave and his security detail. “Take only as many as you require; the rest will remain here with me. The fewer we risk, the fewer needed to verify.”

Letting out a slow breath, Kohr moved to the terminal opposite the path the others would take and placed a hand next to it. “I, for one, will be most pleased when this becomes unnecessary. Until then, we must do as we must.”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

Peter nodded respectfully at the First officer’s actions, a good tactical move “I only recall arriving at the Holosuite and exercising, I recall feeling only a desire to do something enjoyable. A need to feel good where nothing else matters” He said as he looked into the room “If the same happens I do not believe I would use force as I have never enjoyed violence beyond a friendly spar.” He explained “But a team of three with phasers set to high stun covering the rear at either end, weapons drawn. That should be enough. I’m not sure if I’m fast enough to take three out at once without cover.” He spoke in a conversational tone “I do recommend having drawn and aimed weapons, otherwise you won’t have time” There wasn’t any bravado or arrogance in his tone, he seemed very sure in his talents.

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