Posted Nov. 24, 2021, 4:03 p.m. by Jason Wolfe
Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim [Deck 25]: Twists and Turns
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“Yes Ma’am - I don’t like her unexpected absence either; and certainly not with everything else going on. If you’ll pardon me, I may be a bit late to that meeting - I want to run a few things down first. I’ll try not to be long.”
“The lights are interesting. Some kind of data link interface that suggests sentience or consciousness. Maybe even… I hate to say it, but ghosts or spirits. But not like from … Think of it like a consciousness construct of sorts. Perhaps simulation. I’m not sure.” His brow knitted in concentration and the rest of his face was filled with consternation. “We should look into the data package they sent over.”
“But there’s more than that. We could tell that his nerve conduction velocity and fidelity and all were heightened compared to a baseline human. About twenty-five to thirty percent. Making him faster. But it’s not just that. He processes faster. Clarity of thought is increased. That would be supposition on the last. But i can confirm it. Compared to the average person, his mind is orderly, neat, clear. Disciplined. Whether that’s natural or from training I don’t know as of yet. But he’s on par with a Vulcan or Betazoid that’s in good shape. Don’t think he’s at any kind of Master level.” He continued quietly, keeping an eye out for more floating lights.
“He’s cunning. Slippery. We know that. The main thing he cares about is t hat anti-matter. And he’s willing to trade himself for it. But I’m not sure it’s for the benefit of his people. I sensed resignation off of him, as well as manipulation or contemplation of it. So whatever is going on, he wants that anti-matter bad.” He paused for a moment, “Devil’s advocate? <anipulation can be for both bad and good intentions. So … this may just be desperation.”
A thought came to him after a moment. “What if he’s not who he says he is? How would we know? For all we know, he could be a fugitive or trying to hijack that ship.” He took a deep breath, letting it out through his nose. “I know if I were on the up-and-up, I’d want to know where more of my people are. Even a Vulcan would. So that doesn’t track unless he’s running. Or it’s a cultural thing and they don’t care. Most advanced cultures are pretty social though. We’re being fed a line of bull and being told it’s candy, Captain.”
Lt Woods, CSO
“You’ve certainly got a better feel for the man than I do, Lt. Woods. I do think desperation is a good word - if nothing else, I think we oughta try and be careful; my concern is that Hab’rabi may make a move out of desperation if pushed. And I can’t speak for y’all, but I sure don’t want to find out the hard way what he’s capable of.”
Hab’rabi looked about… “The ship just dropped out of warp and then back in.” He looked about. The ship went to yellow alert… “What is going on?”
An unnamed security officer shrugged. “I only know what they tell me, but I’m sure it’s nothing that concerns either of us.” He paused again an rocked slightly in his boots. Resting his hands on his waist, one suggestively close to his phaser the officer got a little closer with a squint… “Unless there’s something you know....”
Hab’rabi looked unafraid and unconvinced. The security guard demeanor continued to be slightly hostile and started speaking to Hab’rabi in low tones. “If you want to… remain… ” some unheard words. “why not take whole what they…”
Hab’rabi mumbled back, “That’s madness… I will .... I don’t, won’t … One life is enough to ” The starting of each sentence was more emphatic and thus louder than his other words.
Ensign Sacco looked at his hand for a moment and then dropped his phaser, then reached down to pick it up before stopping and staring it for a moment. =^=Medical emergency… I think I just shot our visitor…=^=
It was a few minutes before Semenza came rushing in, his med kit in hand. As soon as he had arrived, he knelt by the visitor in order to assess his condition. “What happened, exactly?”
~ Lt Semenza, CMO
Sacco stood a couple of meters away from Hab’rabi. His phaser was on the floor between his legs. The security officer didn’t seem to want to pick it up. “I don’t know. I was standing by the door… you know guarding. Then I was standing here, my phaser had just discharged at point blank range.”
Semenza scans of Hab’rabi would show about the same thing. Hab’rabi was stunned at close range and then shot 2-4 times at high stun - these following shots were at point blank into his skull. Hab’rabi was alive, but more than a little unconscious. With that level of fire, at that range, Semenza couldn’t imagine there wasn’t some sort of brain damage. His medical tricorder indicated as much, but the targeting seemed to be in the Pre-Frontal Cortex, burning right to the Hippocampus. His vitals outside of that seemed normal for a person of his race that was stunned super hard.
The motes flew about Hab’rabi in a manner that only could be describe as angrily. There was notably fewer motes, perhaps 3 when normally there was 5 or 6 about him at any time.
“Oh god,” Sacco murmured, voice trembling, “he’s not dead, is he? I-I didn’t think to check. I’m going to get court martialed for sure.”
Backing slowly away from Hab’rabi’s still form, the ensign toed the phaser closer to Semenza before putting his back to the wall. After a moment of thought, he tucked his hands behind his back with a wild-eyed expression. He looked very much like a man who wanted to be anywhere but here.
Rende appeared in the door way, the security team that Forgrave sent standing behind her. She took in the scene with a glance and pointed at Sacco, “Detain him.” She bent down and picked up the phaser and passed it to the lead security officer. “Take him to medical, private, secure room until he’s cleared. Then the brig.” She turned to Semenza, “What can I do doctor?”
The security team cuffed Sacco and removed him from the room. The lead officer slipped the phaser into her belt and followed behind the rest of the team disappearing into a turbolift.
As they hauled him away, Ensign Sacco gave Captain Rende a grateful—if not mortified—look. One would have thought the man eager to be whisked away to the brig.
Rende stepped into the room scanning it with a practiced eye. She made her way around trying to find any clue as to how Sacco had been ‘influenced’.” =/\=Rende to Forgrave. NE Sacco has been detained. When you are finished we need an investigative team down here.=/\=
The state room appeared much as she would expect it to: pristine and in order. It was a larger living quarters than most were given aboard the Viking, save for perhaps herself—and that was a prideful hope. The main door opened to a welcoming space that was, like the rest of the quarters, rather spartan in furnishings; as unexpected as Hab’rabi’s arrival was, they hadn’t had time to paint the bland Starfleet canvas with color to his liking… whatever that might have been. A star-streaked window stood opposite Rende, the universe slipping by at warp and ignorant of their plight. A couch and table crouched beneath the window, orderly and unobtrusive beneath her examining eye. Likewise the dining area to her left appeared largely undisturbed, save for perhaps a casual hand as Hab’rabi settled in. To the right sat the bathroom, dark and covetous of any secrets it might have held.
A gentle whisper of noise drew Rende’s attention to the small table just inside the doorway, not more than six inches from her hand. There a single Vulcan lily was potted, mute and dour colors meant to greet the guest without being overly distracting… much like the rest of the decor. What was curious was that the lily was not quite fresh, showed signs of withering along its petals. Several had already dropped to the polished surface of the table, huddled together against the chill of death. But again, they had been given little warning of Hab’rabi’s arrival. A wilting flower seemed such a trivial thing in her mind when compared to the vexation running rampant aboard the Viking.
Though, in all fairness, it did seem a little too warm in here. Had someone forgotten to adjust the environmental controls?
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