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Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest

Posted Nov. 7, 2020, 1:12 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 Ensign Ashlyn Trenton (Security Officer) 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.”

Cassidy could remember the man taking care of his infant daughter all the while trying to figure out what happened to his wife. She remember his quiet departure. Here one day. Gone the next. She couldn’t blame him for taking that approach. But life in Starfleet was full of arrivals and departures. She hadn’t been friends with him so after he had left he was just… gone.

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.”

Cass nodded, her keen pale blue eyes not missing a beat. Could she judge him for the retribution. No, Cassidy didn’t think she could. And it wasn’t her place to be the judge either.

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.”

  • Warwick

Looking at the two security officers they seemed to be silently taking in the story he had told them. He had left out details, like how he had tracked the assassin and how he died. But those didn’t matter in the current context. All they needed to know is that a Orion Syndicate assassin was dead.

Or the silence could mean something else, something terrible. He had let something slip in telling his tale. Something that would cause Trenton and Abrams to deem him unworthy of the freedom he now knew.

All he could do is wait for them to respond…

  • Warwick

“I understand,” Abrams said softly, her mind awhirl with questions and possibilities. There was still one thing she wasn’t sure if Shane understood, or hell, even if it mattered. “Carlo left the ship years ago, Shane. He hasn’t been a Starfleet officer on the Europa in a long time. Whatever happened since then, no one seems to know. Given everything that happened to you, I can understand if memory could be an issue, but I want you to answer what seems like a basic and trivial question. And I’m only asking so that we can help both of us have context for the situation that exists right now.” She gave a reassuring look before she took a deep breath. “Shane, what was the date when Carlo rescued you, if you even know that much. What’s the last year you remember?” Once they had a time frame to work with, they could figure other things out from there.

Abrams, COS
Warwick gave Abrams a quizzical look. ‘Why is she asking about time…’ we wondered. He could understand Carlo not being on the Europa. A task as lengthy as tracking down a person such as himself would take an enormous amount of time. And no real Starfleet Captain would allow it. So he had just assumed that Carlo had done it on his own.
“As far as I know, Carlo put me in the stasis pod yesterday. I fell asleep aboard the Sarafina and woke up here.” But Warwick’s mind was working the problem. It always did. This is a medical question, and he could figure it out. “I do not know the current Stardate, but my body does.”

“There should be a record of when I left on my Leave of Absence. I’m sure Miss Trenton knows it. That would give us a starting point…”
“Doctor Zareth, is it possible to see how long my stasis pod has been activated? That might give us another clue.” Warwick asked, clearly getting more active as he spoke, “Also, can you compare my last transporter trace with your current scans to see how far some of my injuries have progressed?”

  • Warwick

No sooner than the moment he mentioned his leave of absence, Ashlyn called up the information on the PaDD and held it in the Lieutenant’s view at a respectful distance so it could be seen without intruding on her.

  • Ensign Ashlyn Trenton
    Security, USS Europa

“Miss Abram’s, I am all for assisting you in answering your question.” Warwick stated, while taking in the three officers surrounding his biobed. He swallowed hard as he contemplated what Abrams was actually trying to say. “Let’s get those answers. What do you need from me? Blood sample? Tachyon scan? Chronoton scan?”

  • Warwick

They were in Sickbay and if there was going to be an issue, Cass knew that Zareth would be able to handle it. She shook her head. “It’s not like that.” She leaned in slightly, meeting Warwick’s gaze as she spoke gently. “Shane, I just have this weird feeling that more time has passed than you think. I haven’t even heard the name Carlo DiNapoli for what, eight or nine years? I keep asking you for the date, for the last year you remember, because I suspect that you were in that stasis pod a lot longer than you think, that the events that felt so fresh to you actually happened awhile ago. Which may change how you handle your situation now. I’ve waited until now to say anything explicitly because I wanted to make sure you were in a position to deal with the implications. But knowing you, and seeing how you’re responding right now, I believe you can handle it.” She didn’t want to cause his psychological distress, but they couldn’t avoid this issue for much longer.

Abrams, COS

Warwick had suspected this option. Ever since Abrams had been asking him the dates and times, he had come to suspect something as well.

Abrams was concerned about the implications that He had been in stasis longer, maybe even even as long as ten years. She truly seemed to care about him. Thinking about it to himself would not be helpful, so he vocalized his thoughts so the trio at his bedside could assist in some way.

“I truly appreciate your concern Miss Abrams. But if I have been in that stasis pod for as long as you suspect, then I wasn’t captured for as long as I thought I was.” Shane added with a genuine smile, “And that truth will help me more than you know.”

“Let’s work on those tests. Get the answers we need to figure out how long I was… out of circulation.”
- Warwick


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