PNPC Lt.Commander Roxy Wilde - Welcome to the B-Plot

[David H]

   ((USS Arrow - Deck 1; Bridge))

Stopping just short of the turbolift doors, Roxy sensed the looks of shock on her crewmates faces after suggesting they detain the Chalnoth children in the brig. A touch extreme in hindsight, she thought. Shrugging, she opened her eyes wide in apology.

Wilde: Ok, so maybe I'm not the best at dealing with kids. Anyone else have any suggestions?

Jones: Start internal scans and Level 3 diagnostics. If we can lock down what they are affecting and where, we may be able to see where they are headed next.

Frell: Aye, Hen-...sir.

Jones: Round up a few people and start checking bulkheads and access ducts. Stun conditions ONLY. We don't know if they are hostile and until we know for sure, we aren't taking any chances. These are kids. I will not have them harmed on my watch, clear?

Manx: Aye, sir.

Diagnostics she could handle. Children... less so. Roxy was pleased to be handling the more clinical work.

Ra: What if the children don't exist?

Ra, the paramedic, pondered to her left. She turned to face the half-Romulan.

Wilde: I'm sorry?

Jones: That seems...a little philosophical, Master Chief.

Ra: It's not melting. And it certainly isn't cold enough in here to keep it frozen. So is it snow? Or is it made to look like it? Feel like it? What if there are no children?

She had a point. The 'snow' on the bridge just seemed to be there, and there was no evident change in temperature or conditions.

Wilde: Then who or what is crawling around messing with the environmental controls?

Jones: AND we just saw them! They trashed The Captain's office!

Frell: Could they be projections? ::she said, not turning around.:: Do the Chalnoth have holo capabilities? 

Manx: Our knowledge of Chalnoth society is sorely lacking. They've never been a real threat except in isolated incidents, and diplomatic contact has been sparse.

Ra: I just have a gut feeling that if we chase children, we will miss the real problem. And its solution.

Wilde: Which is...?

Jones: Oh my god, why did I ever take that Command exam? I belong in a museum.

Frell: Cheer up, Henry. We will get through this yet.

Roxy raised her eyebrow. What a team they were making! A suspicious paramedic, a matronly Stellar Cartographer, the strong silent intel man and the brooding engineer. Leading them was a seemingly inexperienced command officer way out of his depth. Oh god why did she ever leave her workshop at the SCOE?

Wilde: ::Almost grumbling.:: Famous last words...

Manx: We've been through worse.

Frell was checking the internal sensors and seemed to jump up and down in delight. 

Frell: Oh! Oh! Yes, we have them! They are...oh, nertz. They seem to be heading toward the section of the ship Chief Serinus had requisitioned for our new lounge. 

Wilde: Maybe I misjudged them after all... an afternoon tipple does sound appealing.

She smirked, but again noticed the strange looks. Dear oh dear fleet officers needed to lighten up!

The turbolift doors parted and Manx, the black collared loner, strode in with purpose.

Manx: On my way.

Frell: What's worse...I think he's already started to stock it. 

Jones: Wonderful...

Wilde: Wait! I'm coming with you. 

She hot-footed it into the lift behind Manx, who was already on the ball.

=/\=Manx=/\= Security. We need a detail on deck 6 section alpha ASAP. =/\= 

Security: =/\= Acknowledged. =/\=

   {{Mini-Timewarp}}

   ((USS Arrow - Deck 6; Crew Lounge))

She tapped her foot impatiently as the security detail ran - or rather plodded - to their location. She was aware there was a skeleton crew on board while the rest of the officers were down on the planet, but the thought that the only two security personnel left aboard were Hitchcock and Scully left an awful taste in her mouth.

The two senior security officers - and she noted to herself that senior meant their age, not their status - had clad themselves in Starfleet riot gear which were several sizes too small, and several decades too old, and came huffing and panting around the corner like they were about the charge the beaches of Normandy.

Wilde: Seriously? These two?

Manx: Response

Wilde: ::Rolling her eyes.:: Welcome to the B-Plot.

Hitchcock: Did you say something Commander?

Roxy flashed a sweet and totally facetious smile.

Wilde: Oh nothing, just that if there is an intruder on board we'll probably all die an agonizing death.

Scully: Don't you worry, sir. We've got you covered!

He flashed his phaser rifle at her, and she gasped a deep breath of horror at the thought that it might be armed and pointing at her face. With a sharp fury, she grasped the muzzle of the weapon with both hands and pointed it away from anyone standing by.

Wilde: Will you put that thing down before you get us all vapourized!

Manx: Response

Hitchcock: We'll follow your lead, sir.

Wilde: Why me? What did I ever do to be stranded on this ship like a rat on a lifeboat? I hate this ship! I hate this sector! I hate this planet... and I hate YOU!

She faced the two incompetent security staff, who seemed to be fidgeting in their mis-matched riot gear.

Manx: Response

Roxy composed herself and brushed a stray strand of flame-coloured hair from her eyes. She breathed in heavily through her nose and brought out her tricorder.

Wilde: Now. I'm going in, and conducting some scans. Cover me until I get the data and an accurate assessment of what's going on. Think you can manage that, boys?

Manx: Response

Anyone: Response

TAG

PNPC Lt.Commander Roxy Wilde

Research & Development Officer

USS Arrow, NCC 69829

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As simmed by:

Lt. Commander Maz Rodan

First Officer

USS Arrow, NCC 69829

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