Posted Aug. 12, 2019, 10:53 p.m. by Lieutenant Riley Dekker (CNS & 2O) (Charley Gilmore)
Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Holodeck - Investigations
Posted by Lieutenant Riley Dekker (CNS & 2O) in Holodeck - Investigations
Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Holodeck - Investigations
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David had initially put it off, but now felt as good a time as any. The holodeck data chip had been sitting on his desk now for a few days, while he’d had time to mull things over. He knew that Riley had been anxious about what could be on the chip, especially knowing the source from which it came.Pacing in front of the holodeck, David waited for Riley to arrive. One thing he had promised himself was that he was not going to do this alone, he was going to include Riley in this strange game of manipulation and deceit that Jackson was using to get under David’s skin.
-David Michaels, CSO
An unfamiliar face in a black on black uniform came around the corner. As he passed, he made brief eye contact and nodded at David.
- Tom, IntSec
A day on the holodeck with David was often a good way for Riley to spend his day off, but he knew what the scientist had planned was a far cry from a warm sandy beach and the steady rhythm of waves lapping the shore. Still, Riley had readily agreed to it. The cloud that hung over them had to be lifted. The anxiety that nibbled at the edges of both their psyches needed to be dealt with and postponing the inevitable wasn’t going to get the job done.
Riley came around the corner, David’s back to him, and noticed an unfamiliar face over the CSO’s shoulder. Riley flashed a curious smile at the Lieutenant. As ship’s counselor, Riley knew pretty much everyone aboard. Sure some officers were regulars in his office and other’s spent their one hour a year with him as required by Starfleet, but he knew faces and the Genesis had only a small number of lieutenants aboard.
Riley put a hand on David’s shoulder and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before something clicked. The black on black uniform. Of course.
“Lt. Jarvis, I presume,” he sounded more confident than he was.
Julien had told him of the Internal Security Officer’s posting when it happened and of people’s unique inability to imprint memories of him. Then there had been recordings he’d listened to, provided by the man himself. While he could never remember the person, the bits and pieces around him were there and the surprise of rediscovering him never became old, because that part was always wiped from his memory. Riley knew the rest of the crew, knew there was no one aboard who would wear the black on black of Internal Security and for a moment he wondered if this man’s expertise could help them.
Dekker, CNS
Tom stopped and nodded, the smile was polite, but not necessarily friendly, as if it were noting more than a courtesy.
“I see the recordings have helped Doctor. You are correct. I am Lieutenant Jarvis. I assure you I haven’t skipped out on my check ups.” he said.
“The recordings and your uniform. Without the distinctive black on black, I don’t think it’d have crossed my mind.”
He then looked to David. The look in Tom’s eyes seemed to imply that he already knew David.
- Tom, IntSec
Riley looked to David, “I know you may not know who Lt. Jarvis is, but he may be of some help in our quest, if you’re open. I have a feeling there are things about our current time he knows that we aren’t privy to.”
Riley’s trust of Jarvis came from his uniform, the recordings, and his knowledge that Julien had trusted the man. It wasn’t his gut. Without the context of ingrained memories, he had no gut feeling about the Internal Security officer and that was a little disconcerting.
Dekker, CNS
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