Posted by Lieutenant Jebidiah (Forensic Scientist) in Main Sim - A Secret Communication
Door locked, check.
Lights low, check.
Security parameters up, check.

Tapping their fingers against the base of the table, their eyes jumped from place to place, their gaze endlessly refocussing. They hadn’t much time, knowing how advanced the security measures were on this ship. They needed to act quickly, or they would have security officers on their tail before they could even begin the transfer of information to the person working on the other side of things. Impatiently, they waited, staring at the screen for a few seconds, which remained black and without any visible light emanating from it.

“Come on..” They muttered, able to feel the clock spin baclwards around them as time begun to sift out of the picture, leaving them with less and less of it. If they were not contacted soon, they would–

“Lieutenant.” A voice patched through, the screen glitching before a large, widebased man came into view. His skin, painted in the emerald greens of his people, was dashed and dotted in a series of wretched tattoos that seemed only add to the hostility of his character. Teeth, both incisors draped in gold, where medicine was not ad advanced for them to be replaced, in his organization. At least, at the time of their loss.

“Rasris.. What took you so long?” They hissed at him, nearly spitting at the screen. “Boy, am I angry to see you. You do realize you just wasted over half of this communication?”

“And you are wasting the other half, Jebidiah. I suggest you get talking, before I end this side of the deal, and take that ship into my own hands.” The man hissed, somewhat intimidating the creature who was far smaller.

A sigh.

“Fine. I managed to clear up most of the evidence in the cell. DNA, blood, all of that has been taken care of. I simply washed it away when I was taking ‘examples..’ So you shouldn’t have to worry about them figuring out one of your idiotic men did this,” They rolled their eyes. “However, the more information I tried to get, in order to conceal, the more concerned that Head Guard became. I think he knows something, Rasris.”

“Let him suspect you. Let him think he has something on you. He doesn’t.” The man grumbled, narrowing his eyes as he stared over at the J’naii person. “And do you expect you will be able to complete the task?”

“I don’t think so. If I go back in there, Vonn is going to grow more suspiscious, and that is going to get the captain and the warden in on it. Both of those people are not ones I fancy messing with.”

“Get the information erased, or I will go through with killing every member of your contingent.” Rasris seethed, “Remember, you work for me, Lieutenant. Don’t forget where your loyalties lie. You want those people to survive?”

“Yes, sir.” They responded, their voice growing shakey, even when they tried to keep it even and calm.

“Then get that information erased, now. I won’t give you another chance after this, J’naii.” He hissed, “The next time you comm me, it better be good news.”

“It will be, sir–.” They turned when the sensor beside them began to beep. “They’re going to sense this in fifteen seconds, I have to go.” And quickly, they ended the transmission.

Leaning back in their seat, they pressed their hands to their face. They had to find a way to erase that information, before the wretched Orion killed off every member of the contingent they came with. It would mean nothing to the people of the Swift, but it meant something to them.

Jebidiah

Vonn and Gunther stood on the outside of the door. The listening device Vonn had planted on the man in the Control Center was broadcasting clearly, and a thin wire connected to Vonn’s helmet and an earpiece let Gunther hear the exchange as well. Once the conversation finished, the helmet turned to Gunther and said very lowly “I will keep him here. You should get the Captain, Sir. She needs to be here.” As he spoke, he took a small link from the braided metal belt that he always wore and placed it on the door’s access panel. An almost imperceptible light flashed red a few times, and then went green. A matching light flashed on his wrist guard.

Stepping across the passageway, Vonn pulled out a hold-out phaser pistol from the small of his back and set it to the highest possible stun setting. “If I fire, the alarms will sound. Make sure you get back as fast as you can.” he said, taking extra precautions against Jebidiah hearing him.

Vonn, Head Guard