Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Braxton Harris (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - The Mystique and Promenade (tag Security and Medical)

Posted by Civilian Teek’ma Downs (Manager, The Mystique Club) in Main Sim - The Mystique and Promenade (tag Security and Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Braxton Harris (Chief of Security) in Main Sim - The Mystique and Promenade (tag Security and Medical)
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“Of course, good cake,” the woman smiled and patted his hand before standing up. “I made it myself. So I am sure I can change your mind.” She moved to the back room to make two slices of cake. She also took out a bottle of the same thing she had been pouring him and opened it. Moving to the cabinet, she pulled out some sleeping tabs she used to slip into patrons’ drinks when they were starting to get annoying. Taking out one and using a knife to break it in half, she then crushed it with the flat of the knife and dropped it into the bottle. In this low of a dose, it would make him drowsy and eventually after at least one full glass he would fall asleep. But it wasn’t so high a dose to cause medical issues.

Putting the bottle on the tray with both slices, she moved back into the main room. “Here we go,” she said, setting the bottle in the well below and taking up the nearly empty one to top her own glass with, leaving his practically empty. “Here is a piece of my famous cake.” She set his plate before him and smiled. It was a dark chocolate cake with a creamy frosting that wasn’t too sweet. She hoped he would ask for a top off on his drink as well as she sipped on hers and dug into the cake.

Teek
Mngr

Sure enough Mord looked at his glass then back to Teek’s then back to his glass before he took a huge bite of the cake. He munched on it a few times, working the desert in his mouth a few times before swallowing. “Gosh. That is good cake but can I perhaps get a little more to drink to help wash it down? The frosting is sticking to the roof of my mouth you see and it is easier to swallow with a little bit of liquid.”

Assuming she slipped the drugged drink into his glass, Mord took a big gulp and smiled his thanks before he took another bite of cake and working it over between his teeth. “This -is- good cake though. Might have changed my mind on the whole market of cake.”

About then the station’s systems began their minute long recycle, loud music finally fading and a quiet settling over the bar.

GM Wombat

Teek smiled and poured more from the bottle into his glass. “Well anytime you come in I will be happy to help you become a cake lover. Let me know before you depart and I’ll even see about some to go with you.” With the rate he was gulping the drink, after two glasses he would start to feel sleepy. With the loss of the sound and chaos of lights, the ability to silence the club would aid in the sleepiness feeling with the sudden loss off stimulus.

Teek
Mngr

Aaaaand thump. After that second glass the the poor hapless man fell forward smacking his head on the edge of the bar and then bounding backwards laying passed out on his back, snoring softly as the booze, pills, and blunt-force trauma did their worst.

GM Wombat

Teek sighed. She hadn’t planned on him landing on his back on the floor. She moved around the counter to check for pulse and head injury besides the lumps he’d have on his forehead and where he landed on the floor.

She then tapped her badge. =^= Security and medical to Mystique Club. Got someone you guys want.=^=

She stood up and looked around. Not seeing anything nearby she once more sighed and slid off her jacket, moving her comm badge to her tunic top. She then used it to bond his arms together in his chest. Whatever else he was, she doubted ‘dangerous’ was one of them. But she certainly want talking a chance.

Teek
Manager

=^=Sickbay– On our way.=^= Nisihe’s voice chirped through the comms, before disappearing.

Several minutes later, Odraavi made her way into the Mystique, a medical kit in her left hand as she bumbled over, as quickly as her short legs could manage. “What’s happened to him, Teek?” She inquired, pulling out a tricorder to scan the man for any injuries below the surface.

Odraavi
CMO

Teek smiled and patted the Doc’s arm. “Well, we were talking after the lock down and he said he was responsible for it. Something about doing someone elses’ bidding when he got here. So I figured this was best way to turn him over without a fight. Bit of sleeping powder in the drink,” she motioned to the bottle on the counter. “Nothing serious, but he fell forward, then slid backwards before I could catch him from other side of the counter. Sorry, hun…”

“You know, I have to congratulate you on your thinking, Teek’ma.” Nisihe held her amusement behind a partial smile, her concern for the man evident upon her mind, but she chose not to show it. “I’d assume we’re looking at blunt-force trauma– likely the result of him slamming his head against the counter. Don’t be sorry, you did what you could.”

=^= This is Harris with Starbase Security I’m on my way.=^= Braxton quickly arrived moments later with a couple more of Security officers. He sees the man being attended too by the Doctor. Braxton motions his team to secure the night club so he can conduct a thorough investigation. He waited his turn to speak with Teek since Doctor Odraavi arrived first.

Harria, Security

As security showed up, Teek stood up to address the man who appeared in charge. “I’m guessing you are Harris? Well I am Teek’ma. This man confessed that the gravity and computer errors are his fault in a round about way. Something about meeting someone and then flipping switches when he got here. I slipped some sleeping powder into the drink. Unfortunately, he fell backwards off the stool. Sorry.” She shrugged as she crossed her arms.

Teek
Manager

Dr. Odraavi
CMO

Mord, bless his soul, snored away as Security and Medical worked around him. Seemed Teek got a little heavy handed with the powder, or maybe he was just overly susceptible but he was out. Bound by a coat and sleeping like a baby.

His cloths smelled of stale sweat, like he had been cooped up on a ship by himself for some time, which is to be expected. Otherwise he was perfectly able to be manipulated by anyone. Short of extreme pain he probably wasn’t waking up any time soon.

GM Wombat

Braxton nodded at the manager “I believe we met before. Great job Teek. Anyway, did he mentioned anything else prior to being incapacitated.?”

Harris

Teek shook her head. “No… he just said he was supposed to throw some switches. I honestly hadn’t been paying close attention till he said he felt like it may be his fault. Sorry I didn’t get more, Sir.” She smiled but it wasn’t very bright. She should have done better and was mentally kicking herself for now doing so.

Teek
Mngr

After assessing the situation Braxton made the call to Ops =^= Harris to Ops. We have an individual at the Mystique Club who confessed to cutting power and gravity aboard the starbase along with an accomplice help. Dr. Odraavi is checking him out before I transport him to the brig for interrogation=^= Braxton looking at the CMO “doc is it safe to transport him to a holding cell?”

Harris

“Yes,” The doctor responded, subsequently. “He is not showing signs of severe injury, beyond the bump that is going to be left behind on that there head of his.”

Dr. Odraavi
CMO