Posted Nov. 27, 2021, 7:44 a.m. by Jason Wolfe
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
Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Captain) in Main Sim - Holosuite - Detours
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With the situation well in-hand, Kohr motioned for the detail set to remain to move behind him before engaging the progression program. The air before him sizzled to life, casting his hardened features in a grim amber glow. There was no end to his displeasure at having to treat his own crewmates in such a manner, but the situation outweighed his personal feelings. There was, however, the briefest respite to his demeanor—a brief twitch of his lip that could have almost been called a smile as they turned away.
And yet, he thought to himself pridefully, the acquit themselves admirably.
Peter nodded his head slowly and began walking “You know Forgrave, I think arresting me gives you the right to call me Peter” He said in a slightly amused tone “Since you are doing my old job” He could still feel his anger simmering at a nice low temperature but it was contained, for now he could simply converse. It had been months since the last time somebody pointed a phaser at him, odd that he missed that.
Forgrave chuckled. “Reckon so? Well Peter; I don’t care for being rude, so feel free ta call me Issac.” He was silent for a moment, considering the man’s words. “Ya used ta be Security Chief? Seems ta be a bit of a trend; going from Security ta Intelligence; though I suppose it does make sense enough ta me.” The trip through the corridors was going well so far, and Issac appreciated the bit of conversation. He felt awkward arresting a fellow officer; doubly so considering he was so new to the ship. He was considering thanking the man for his cooperation; but he thought it might be a touch early for that - there was still plenty of time for something to go wrong…
Peter chuckled rather drily at that “It was some time ago, back when…” He immidiately stopped as the Captain made her announcement.
Through the comm came the captain’s voice to the party, =/\=Rende to Forgrave. We have a possible situation with our guest. Take or send a team and meet medical there.=/\=
Damn you, Murphy! Issac’s eyes flitted over to Peter; wondering if he was going to try anything. Damn; hard to have worse timing… He considered where they were in relation to their destination; and what bare information had been given. Worst case scenario… we’re all fragged and don’t know it yet. So time don’t matter. More likely, we’re reacting ta somethin’ in progress; but it’s a ‘possible’ situation, so.... we don’t know anything. Damn!
Issac barked out to his comrades “Pick up the pace, we’re on a timeline now!” He sped up into a light jog; glancing to the side to make sure Peter was matching his pace - not that there was much of an option with the rolling force fields. =/\=Read ya Ma’am; I’ll be on my way soon. Escorting Lt. Sigmundsson ta the brig now; sending ya a squad - Quarters or conference room?=/\= He shook his head in exasperation as he got off the comm. “Seems we got a situation with our guest; sorry fer rushing ya along Sir; but seems chaos ain’t waiting for us today.”
=/\=Quarters on deck 25 where our guest is. NE Sacco reports that he shot Hab’rabi=/\=
Issac gritted his teeth until they hurt. What in blazes is going on?! He didn’t know NE Sacco, but he could only assume such actions were wildly out of character - or so he hoped.
Peter simply started jogging alongside the Security Chief, quietly keeping his position at equal distance from all three members of his escort “No need for apologies, normally I’d advise you go on and leave me in the hands of your team but until I’m cleared by medical I can’t be fully trusted” he said it in a blunt straightforward way.
Kohr frowned as the group picked up their pace around the corridor’s curve. What had happened to send them hurried? The flashing of energized fields behind them would have been almost comical in any other situation. Now, they only served to make his hand itch for the hilt of a bat’leth.
Turning to the console again, the Klingon called up to the bridge. He could almost hear the panic in the responding officer’s voice. Hab’rabi had been injured, but how? Knowing protocol as he did, he reasoned that Forgrave would be required to respond with Commander Sigmundsson in custody. Medical staff were already showing en route. If they could not stabilize the alien on-site, they would then have him moved to…
“Coordinate with the security personnel on this deck,” he barked at his detail, storming off in the direction of the nearest turbolift. “Assume positions at all major points of ingress and egress. No one leaves this deck without a confirmed medical scan. Maintain quarantine protocols so long as we are at alert status.”
Not waiting for confirmation, the Klingon slipped into the awaiting turbolift and pressed the door close button. “Sickbay!“
—Kohr, Executive Officer—
=/\=Rende to Forgrave. NE Sacco has been detained. When you are finished we need an investigative team down here.=/\=
The trip from the Holosuite Peter had found himself to the Brig was only a single deck’s turbolift ride. Peter waited for the Security Chief to enter the lift first “This doesn’t sound good, if we can be influenced towards violence it is imperative that I be locked up post haste” He said in a quietly urgent tone. Peter looked down at his hands, larger than most people “Especially if I’m fully capable”
“Aye; ain’t gonna argue with you there. It’s one thing ta have a few drinks or frag off when yer on duty, but violence… well, that just raises the stakes.” Issac pulled a grimace as he thought for a moment. “Hate ta ask, but honestly I reckon I shoulda done this from the start. If you’ll please put your hands…” As the Security chief reached to a pouch on the back of his belt, he froze; teeth barred in irritation before bringing an empty hand back to his side.
“Well, shame on me - handed off everythin’ ta Yogesh, including my binders. What I get fer being in a rush…” He looked up at the taller man, a tight grin on his face. “Reckon we both get ta hope you remain peaceable for the next while. But uh, iffin’ ya do start feeling a bit ornery, I’d be obliged if you gave me some notice, yeah? Somehow, the idea of me ‘n you scrapping fer keeps ain’t very appealing.”
By all accounts, the trip to the brig was uneventful. Lieutenant Baker looked up from his PaDD behind the security desk, nodding politely to Forgrave before going back to whatever he was doing. Reports, from the amount of frustration sketched into the man’s features. Most found him about as personable as a starched uniform but he was efficient and handy with a phaser. The other on-duty security officer, Ensign Chavez, stood near the door to the holding cells chatting up a medical officer, Ensign Linch. Seeing the imposing pair entering the room, they quickly cut their conversation short and watched them intently.
“Another guest, Chief?” Chavez joked kindheartedly.
Baker gave a dejected sigh, looked up from his PaDD again. “Two more detainees since you left, Chief. Let’s see here. Ah, yeah. Lieutenant D’Val felt like taking a bath in saurian brandy before taking a stroll to the mess—naked. Have you ever seen a drunk Vulcan? Now that’s a sight. Ensign Pierce thought it would be cute to go climbing in a turboshaft; he said he thought it was a good challenge. Per the commander’s orders, Linch here is passing out scans with the rations.”
“They seem normal,” the medical officer offered cheerily, hefting her tricorder for emphasis. “Miss D’Val is mortified—can… Vulcans be embarassed?—but otherwise taking her confinement in stride. She’s surprisingly sober for the amount of alcohol in her bloodstream. Mister Pierce won’t stop pacing his cell, keeps saying he’s needed on-duty. I imagine he’ll calm down once the adrenaline has had a chance to dissipate. Shall I give the commander a look-see, or did you want to do the honors?”
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