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Between shifts

Posted Dec. 3, 2018, 2:30 p.m. by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) (Michael McDowell)

Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) in Between shifts

Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Between shifts

Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) in Between shifts
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Amara could be found in her cell between her shifts stretching out trying to figure out how Myvera’s abductor had gotten her off the ship. It felt like an inside job they knew when and where to hit to get in unseen and unheard until Myvera was taken off the ship. She had too much time on her hands between shifts, being a prisoner she couldn’t exactly work extra hours, nor did she have a rank which was fine by her. She couldn’t voice her suspicions yet. For all, she knew someone else felt it was an inside job as well. The only thing she could do was work out what happened in her mind’s eye to see if she could figure out how.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner.

OOC: Looked everywhere for a prisoner number, but couldn’t find one so I decided just to give you one XD

IC: The echo of his boots could be heard as he approached the cell in a slow, steady, rhythm. Not hurried, but not slow either. Colonel Gunther was just looking through the halls, checking prisoners becoming more familiar with faces and names the longer he did this. He stopped in front of the field at Amara’s Cell before turning to face it.

“Prisoner number Juliet, Romeo, Alpha, 4, 4, Niner, Oscar, 2 (JRA-44-9O2). Designated name, Rylee Amara. Charges include voluntary manslaughter and negligent disregard for the Prime Directive.” He patiently waited to see how she’d respond with his arms behind his back, watching from behind the field. He was sure the Captain had already seen her previously, but from her record, it seemed that she was eligible for outside assignment during work hours. He was curious about her competency, personality, and info she might have since she was in close proximity to their abducted prisoner.

Col. Gunther
Warden

OOC: Sorry about the late response. School and then preparing for Thanksgiving hadn’t had much time to get on lol.

IC: Rylee contemplated ignoring him, but she was technically still a prisoner. “How can I help you, Colonel?” Rylee asked her eyes still closed as she laid on her bunk wondering if he was actually going to give her something to actually do. She missed her time as a security chief, and she knew that she was lucky to get this chance to work again even as a prisoner. She knew that if this was any other ship she would definitely be in a colony prison by now rather than working part-time in security.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner.

Gunther looked off to his left and nodded as one of the guards took down the barrier keeping her in. As he stepped through it closed immediately behind him. “I guess word travels fast about a new Warden, shouldn’t be surprised though.” He walked over and took a seat on her toilet, lifting one leg and resting his ankle on the opposite leg’s knee. “I’m not really one for much formality, you don’t need to stand or anything, just sitting up would be nice.” He watched her back as she was laying down at the moment, just waiting.

Col. Gunther
Warden

Rylee smirked slightly, she couldn’t help but like him. She moved to sit up and turned to face him so her feet rest on the floor rather than her bunk. “It helps that I have a few shifts in Security to help out especially now that Myvera Statin is missing, I assume that is why you are here right?” Amara asked the man sitting on her toilet.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

“Beatin’ me to the punch again I see. Somewhat, yes. I’m sure Captain Bov’ar has already spoken with ya, but anything extra you might know would be useful.” He scrunched his eyebrow for a second looking up towards the ceiling. “Prisoner … Sierra Whiskey Tango 3-6-… Quebec Niner-1 I believe ..? She’s a dangerous one from what I’ve heard. Haven’t had the chance to meet her yet. Not particularly sure I want to. Heard Orion’s mess with your head the longer you’re around them.” He shrugged. “So tell me a little about yourself, something preferably not in your file.” So far he made no indication of whether he approved or disapproved of her actions which landed her here, but seemed just genuinely curious for the most part.

Col. Gunther
Warden

“Not much to tell outside of my file. Before being stranded on that planet I followed every rule to the letter. I was a loyal and decorated Security Officer and Mother.” She shrugged unable to look him in the eyes. Rylee never would have given someone like her a chance to screw it up again. Before being stranded on that planet for a year she never would have even thought to look at anyone who had done as she did with nothing more than contempt.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

He had immediately noted that she averted her gaze away. “Hmm.. I see.” He slapped his thighs and stood up. “Come, walk with me.” He headed towards the door where the guard off to the right noticed and dropped the barrier. “Coming?” He turned and waited partially in the way of the barrier so that the guard didn’t re-activate it on him.

Col. Gunther
Warden

Honestly, Rylee was surprised by this, and for a microsecond, it showed before she could hide it. Getting off her bunk she moved to follow the Warden. “I won’t say no to stretching my legs.” She said softly. The prisoner looked to the guard wondering if he was going to attack her the second she passed beyond the barrier of the field that normally locked her in.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

The guards grip tightened on his weapon as his glanced bounced back and forth between the Warden and the prisoner. It was clear that the Warden made no previous mention that he would be removing a prisoner from their cell for a moment. Not really understanding what was going on another guard from across the catwalk raised his weapon towards them, but before anything could be said or done the Colonel simply just raised his hand and they stood down. The guard reactivated the barrier after she stepped out just to keep everything secure. Gunther began just walking down the catwalk as he spoke. “So, tell me about how the events occurred as they happened. What caused you to crash on that planet ..?” Before she could really say anything he glanced backwards over his shoulder. “I do understand it might not be the most comfortable thing to talk about, but I’m genuinely curious. Trying to imagine myself in your shoes, so to say.” He continued to walk along the catwalk, their destination currently unknown. Though as they would walk by, the guards would just watch them as they passed.

Col. Gunther
Warden

Amara visually made no reaction to the fact that the guards were taking aim on her as the Warden let her out, it was clear he hadn’t mentioned this little walkabout to anyone. However, under the surface, she tensed wondering if she was about to be lead to the slaughter or something. It’s been a while since she’d thought about the circumstances that had caused her to land on the planet that wasn’t registered by the Federation database.

“I was stationed on the USS Resolution on a mission to patrol the edge of the gamma quadrant to protect our borders there. However, the science department had made note of a nebula that hadn’t been recorded beforehand.” Rylee said as she thought back on the events. “The captain gave into the science officers request to investigate the nebula only the gases were unstable. While the science officer with us tried to beam aboard a sample he failed to note that the nebula was not stable, to begin with so in trying to stabilize the sample caused a chain reaction that was much like an electrical storm in space.” Rylee said as she continued to walk not really seeing where they were walking, just instinctively staying with him. Her eyes were on her memories of the past.

“The shuttle nacelles were struck by the plasma energy overloading our systems and blew the engineering console. The shuttle crash landed, but we were on the other side of the border when we landed on the M class planet. The shuttle had barely held together after the crash. Our emergency beacon and communications were out so we couldn’t contact our ship there was enough debris left behind that it could have been understandable to believe the shuttle destroyed rather than survived. When I came to the engineer was unconscious but relatively unhurt. The medical officer had been fatally injured and died before I woke up so we didn’t have a medical officer and shuttles aren’t equipped with EMH’s at least ours wasn’t. The scientist… He was fatally wounded as well, I’d seen that kind of wound before it was a slow painful death and he was a friend. Rather than see him suffer I shot him and killed him.” She said taking a breath as she continued on with what had happened.

By the time the engineer officer came too it was in time to see me shoot our science it wasn’t until after he understood I had no intention of shooting him that he was calm enough to see why I had shot our engineer. He was going to shoot me until I explained why I had shot Jeremy. We had another problem though. Despite the fact that the engineer and I were still alive and could repair the shuttle, we couldn’t repair the worst of the damage. We had the replicator and the world we’d landed on was primitive pre-warp civilization. According to the prime directive, we do not interfere in pre-warp civilizations, but we needed their help to get supplies. We couldn’t figure out how to sneak around without being noticed our replicator was working yes, but there was a lot of malfunctions when we tried to replicate clothing to match the time we were in because the sensors were down. So we made the locals believe we were gods able to give them what they needed and they provided us with what we needed to get the shuttle fixed.

“The longest year of my life past by the time we were able to fix the shuttle enough to turn the emergency beacon on and call for help. We were rescued and promptly after reading our reports they arrested us, I was charged with murder, breaking the prime directive, and conduct unbecoming a senior officer. The engineer was charged with breaking the prime directive he only faced a court-martial because I testified he was not conscious when I shot the science officer.” Rylee finished her story it was the most she had said since coming aboard as a prisoner really. Though she had told this to the Captain as well, just not in as much detail.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

As they walked they more or less walked around the current cellblock, heading down to a lower level before arriving to a check point where they guard didn’t say much, but allowed them through with the normal buzz sounding before the barrier went down for the next side. The Colonel nodded and listened to her story as they continued walking past another block before passing another smaller checkpoint before ending up in what seemed to be an administrative hallway. He past by one door, but partially stood in front of it so that it opened before he turned around. “After you.” he politely said, though for the most part it was procedure for any prisoners to be in front, while he let her walk behind him this whole time was rather odd.

Inside the room it would show to be some sort of office. One could see the Star Fleet Marine Corps flag behind the desk and the chair the owner of this office would sit at. It looked, weathered and beaten, but it was still clean and looked well cared for. If one would look closely at one of the corners, it would appear as if it had been stitched back up using the same color thread as the flag. Off to one of the sides there was a book case with several books in regards to tactics, the art of war, along with a few technical manuals he ended up saving for miscellaneous weapons. On another bookshelf held random awards, promotion warrants, coins, and some other paraphernalia . Mounted on the wall was a Klingon Bat’leth, towards the top and a black cutlass with a dark mahogany, wooden handle below that one. There were a few plants in the room as well, all Earth based giving the dull room a contrasting pop of green amongst the dull walls and red SFMC flag. There was a small table and some relaxing kind of light leather chairs off in a corner near the bookshelf. Aside from that the room was mostly empty.

Col. Gunther
Warden


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