Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassidy Abrams (Chief of Security) in Looking around…

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Looking around…

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Looking around…
Shane woke up violently having experienced another incarceration dream. After a quick visual assessment of the area his anxiety eased.

Sickbay was empty, at least to what he could see. Someone had been kind and lowered the lights in his area. Must have been that Andorian doctor. He got up and found the refresher. Having taken care of his immediate task, he looked himself over in the mirror. Yikes, he certainly looked like a prisoner. That needed to change.

When he returned to the main floor, it was still empty. His left eyebrow tilted as he thought. ‘No guard…no doctor…maybe a quick trip out into the corridor. Trenton said she wanted to show me around…I think I’ll take her up on that.’

Warwick took several tentative steps towards the door, and no one seemed to notice. The Sickbay doors slid open and Shane Warwick stepped out onto the corridor. Knowing the ship certainly helped, and he was able to get to a wall mounted computer access. Knowing he was taking a chance, Shane cleared his throat and clearly asked, “Computer. Where is Lieutenant Trenton?”

“Voice recognition not found. Please identify.” ‘Frick!’ his internal voice shouted. ‘Come on, Shane. It’s just a puzzle, you can do this.’

“I’m Doctor Carson Lowe. I am returning from an indefinite Leave Of Absence. Please list me as returning to duty.” Shane Warwick was dead, but Lowe was the name he last used as an active Starfleet officer. One he knew the ship’s computer would be able to find. It’s a long shot… Abrams will most assuredly will be notified. She’ll probably send a pair of knuckle dragging goons in gold shirts to escort him to the brig. He had to get moving, no matter what…

“Carson Lowe. Rank, Lieutenant Junior Grade, Last posting USS Crusader. Status provisionally re-instated pending Level 4 review. Please proceed to Security Office, Deck Seven.”
‘Wow! It worked!’ Shane was ecstatic , “Where is Lieutenant Trenton?’

“Please proceed to Security Office, Deck Seven” So much for the momentary feeling of relief. Now it’s in a loop. He had one more Idea.

“Computer, where will I find Security Chief Abrams.” Maybe if it thinks I’m turning myself in…

“Lieutenant Abrams is in Nine Forward.” ‘Good enough for me…Nine Forward here I come.’

• Warwick

Shane walked briskly, with purpose. He was on a mission. The computer terminal he had accessed was on Deck Four. He wanted to get to Nine Forward,
but that meant he had to traverse five decks looking like a refugee. And probably with Security on his trail. While the name Carson Lowe didn’t mean much to the Officer On Duty working the Security office, Abrams and Trenton would know it was him. That is why he needed to get to Nine Forward. Abrams was there. It was his hope.

Seeing a turbolift up ahead, and no large gold shirts yet, he felt a spring in his step. Just a few more moments and he would be out of sight, at least for the time being. He walked up to the turbolift doors…and they didn’t open. Panic flashed in his mind. A man crewman turned the corner. Shane spun his head and faced the turbolift door, head down. The crewman stepped up next to him and the turbolift opened. Shane stepped into the car as well.

“Deck Ten.” the blue shirted Bajoran announced. He waited a moment, waiting for Shane it seemed. “Which Deck do you need?” he asked suspiciously.

“Deck Nine.” Shane replied, “I was asked to go to the Battle Sickbay by Doctor Zarath.”

“What are you wearing? Who are you? Why are you out of uniform?”

Obviously the Bajoran is from science with all the questions. But Shane had actually been thinking of answers to these obvious questions, so he answered,

“My name is Doctor Shane Warwick. I have just come back from an extended Leave of Absence. I was asked to go to the Battle Sickbay to get a medical uniform as my commission is currently being re-activated. I can’t use the replicators yet. It also means I can’t really get about the ship.”

“Thank you, by the way, for helping me with the turbo lift. You know how frustrating waiting for paperwork can be.” Shane added with a smile.

That seemed to placate the Bajoran, and they endured the rest of the turbolift ride in silence. Soon the turbolift opened, and Shane could see a placard indicating they had reached Deck Nine.
As he stepped out the Bajoran called out. “Good luck, Doctor. I hope your paperwork problems will end soon.”

“Thank you.” Shane waved as the turbolift door closed. Deck Nine....

Deck Nine was like any other aboard Europa. Shane knew he had to get out of his current outfit if he was to not draw anymore attention to himself. He kept his head down avoiding eye contact until he reached the Battle Sickbay. Once inside he moved to the side of the darkened room until the door closed. Previously, Europa’s medical protocol called for the Battle Sickbay to be unlocked, because one never knew when it would be needed. But it was powered down for the same reason as the other emergency spaces, like the Battle Bridge. He was glad that protocol remained.

Once he was alone, Shane turned on the lights and rummaged through the two storage closets. He was searching for the extra uniforms kept there. Donning a traditional blue duty uniform, he looked more like he belonged. Checking himself in the refresher, he did the best he could with his short yet shaggy hair. When he was sure he looked the best he could, he exited the Battle Sickbay. He was determined to meet someone and use his rusty social skills. Maybe a cute non-com or naive Ensign would spend some time with him. Hopefully his change of clothes will hold off the goons from Security long enough for him to at least get a drink.

He came upon the double wooded doors with the Starfleet insignia etched into the transparent aluminum windows. A young couple exited oblivious to their surroundings, lost in each others company, and Shane entered before the door could close. The sounds of social interaction were everywhere. Eating utensils clanking on dishes, glasses clinking as they touched the tables, voices in various volumes competing against each other. Shane stopped for a moment and took it all in. It was his kind of place. At least it used to me. Who knows if it will be again.

An male attendant was behind the bar, wiping down the surface with a small white towel. Shane took a corner stool, farthest from the door with a few stools away from the other patrons. He saw Shane and came over.

“Hello, Would you like something to drink? He asked politely.

“Alderbaren Whiskey. bottom shelf.” Shane replied, adding the key phrase that told the attendant to NOT give him synthohol.

“I’m sorry, sir. We don’t have any. May I suggest a glass of light Rose’ wine?” A common response to someone who should not have real alcohol. Shane was having none of that. After years in an Orion prison his first drink was NOT going to be watered down de-fanged grape juice.

“My name is Doctor Shane Warwick. I have just returned from an extended Leave of Absence. I am requesting the whiskey for it’s medicinal properties.”

A flash came across the attendants face and he moved to another section of the bar. He returned with a trapezoid shaped bottle containing a viscous green liquid. A short glass appeared from almost no where and Shane was poured his drink.

He raised it slowly and brought it to his nose. He took a long sniff and a smile crossed his face. Just as slow he brought the liquid to his lips and took a sip. Savoring the taste he swished it over ever millimeter of his mouth before swallowing. Eyes closed, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

• Warwick

(OOC: Warwick has escaped the strict confines of Sickbay to savor a bit of life before assuredly being brought to the Brig. If anyone would like to interact with him before that happens, you are welcome to join in.)