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Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest

Posted Oct. 15, 2020, 12:14 p.m. by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) (Jody Romero)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassidy Abrams (Chief of Security) in Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest
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The Andorian might be a bit crass, but he did have the man’s best interest in mind… He handed Shane a small PaDD with which he could indicate the food he wished to have replicated. “I certainly allow my charges nourishment. I even provide clean clothes if they wish… In fact, I think I’ll have to insist on that last point, Mr. Warwick. Once you’ve given me your food order, why don’t you use the restroom in my office to clean up and have a sonic shower? I’ll have an extra uniform brought in by the time you’re done. That is unless Chief Abrams has something dire she must ask…”

-Zarath, CMO

“Nah, I can wait. By all means, do what you need to. My questions can wait,” Cassidy said. Besides, this wasn’t going to be some sort of interrogation. She just wanted to have a basic conversation and clarify some things so they could determine exactly what Shane’s status on the ship was going to be. Everything else would stem from that determination.

Abrams, COS
Shane gave Zarath and Abrams a sincere smile in turn to each. “Thank you both for allowing me some comforts. And, Yes, Doctor I would appreciate a change of clothes.”
Looking over the PaDD, Shane quickly picked up on where to go, what to do to order his meal. PaDD technology hadn’t changed much since he had left on his leave of absence.
” Also, if possible, may I have Miss Trenton assist me with my hair? I’m sure I can take care of it myself?”
- Warwick

“Your… hair?” Cass said with a tiny bit of amusement. Somehow, even in as bad a shape as he was, it seemed a very Shane thing to say. “I’m sure we can work something out. I’ll hang about until you’re done and feeling ready to chat.” Questions. So many questions. But while he was cleaning up, she figured Trenton could read her in on what had been found out thus far.

Abrams, COS

Warwick’s food arrived and he was intoxicated by it. He took small bites then seemed to savor the flavors on his tongue before taking another. He didn’t get far. Less than half the plate before he could eat no more. Seems his appetite would need to come back as well. With a smile to Trenton, he asked for her assistance to help him to the refresher so he could clean up. Still weary, he leaned on her more than he had hoped to.
“MIss Trenton, if I am to return to polite society I need to look like I belong.” Looking forlorn at the clippers, he gestured to them. “It all has to go. The beard as well. Can you cut my hair?”

After the deed was done, Trenton could return to Abrams.

Once Warwick was out of the room, Trenton handed over one of her collection of PaDDs she had become known for carrying around. “I did as much research as I could through official channels, and everything has been provided to you in the message I sent this morning before you arrived. What I have here for you is all the limitations, records from other ships, police reports sealed by Starfleet, medical reports, death certificates, and a few other things that need clearance I don’t have to access.” The PaDD was littered with document titles, authors, and ships they were tied to, and the police reports all locked with specific clearance requirements. “If I could get Gamma Level Administrative Access, I could get all of that information in an hour, but seeing as that isn’t going to happen, I’m hoping you might know someone that does that I could bribe with a nice pot of tea or cookies.”

  • Ensign Ashlyn Trenton
    Security, USS Europa

Cass accepted the padd and seemed a tiny bit amused. “I think I got it from here. Besides, in this case, I know the man, and in this instance that might prove more useful than digging through files. So long as there are no obvious red flags that means we have to arrest him or something, we’ll go with things. Do we know how long he might have been in the pod yet?”

It took 12 minutes before Warwick was calling for Trenton. He had finished his shower and had dressed in the uniform Zarath had provided for him. It fit loosely, a testament to the weight he had lost while in captivity. Not the best weight loss routine by any means. Blue for sciences. When Trenton arrived he was rubbing his nearly hairless scalp.
“Do you mind helping me back to Miss Abrams?” He then slipped into a bad Cuban accent as we smiled, “Seems I got some ‘spaining to do…”

  • Warwick
    With Trenton’s help, Warwick is brought back to the biobed he had previous slept on. He was aided in getting back onto the bed as well as sitting up.

“So, Miss Abrams? What should we talk about?”

  • Warwick

Cassidy pulled up a stool and sat, one leg propped on the upper bar, the other leg wit her foot flat on the floor. “We can start anywhere. But… you were looking for our good old mutual friend Carlo. Can you tell me more about that? About his involvement?”

Abrams, COS

At the mention of the Italian Counselors name, a shadow seemed to shroud over Warwick’s face. He closed his eyes as he remembered. “Yes. Carlo Di Napoli is a friend.”
“Miss Abrams, do you remember an incident where Carlo believed he had lost his wife. I told him that I would be there for him. I would do anything to help my friend avenge himself over whomever had hurt her. Seems Mr. Di Napoli took a similar oath to assist me.”
Warwick let that statement linger in the air before he continued.
“I am sure you have familiarized yourself with what is in my security file. I know Miss Trenton has.” Warwick looked over at the young officer and gave her a genuine smile. he then turned to reface Abrams before he continued. “It has been almost a decade ago now. But I swore an oath to avenge my brother’s death. It destroyed most of what my life had been…” He stopped at this point to lean in closer towards Abrams, to emphasize his next point. With a snear and a wild gleam in his eyes he added, “… and I got that son of a bitch.”
Warwick leaned back on the Biobed and brought his knees up. He encircled his arms around his legs as he continued. “But in my enthusiasm I was unable to slip pass the rest of the security personnel. I was captured and imprisoned by The Pharaoh’s forces. I languished in my prison, tortured and beaten so often I lost track of time and place. That is until Carlo arrived.
“One day I was in my cell when I heard the whine of a transporter. And like a angel from on-high, there stood Carlo. He reached out for me and told me to hurry…” at this point Warwick’s eyes starts to water, and his voice gets a tremble, “…because they were breaking me out.”
He helped me stand and then tapped something. It initiated a transporter beam and we left to arrive aboard the Sarafina. I asked what was going on. He told me he and a few others had been looking for me. They found my prison. Few guards but it was protected by a transport inhibitor. They were able to disrupt it enough to get me. Then the shouting started. They were under attack. Carlo told me to get into one of the stasis chambers. It would keep my vitals stable until they could get me to medical care. Carlo closing the hatch and setting the controls on my pod was the last I saw of him.”
“Miss Abrams. My friend came for me…: tears were starting to flow down his face. “He found me. He risked his life… for me. That’s why I am looking for Carlo Di Napoli. I want to thank my friend.”

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