[PNPC] SCPO Ral Shaw - Keeping secrets secret
CPT Arianus
(( Transporter Room #3, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
Ral: … questions?
She viewed it as a rhetorical question but was still open to answering if needed. In the end, this should have been a quick in-and-out-and-return operation. And then confine their rescued puppy to house arrest confinement and report him to his superiors for administrative punishment. But for that last part, she didn’t need Ensign’s help. It was time to focus on the parts where she actually needed Tho'Bi.
Tho'Bi: Errmm… ::holds up duffel bag:: where do I…
The Chief sighed and took the duffle bag from the ensign's hands.
Ral: Keep it here, I will lock it into the second locker and set the code to 5-7-8-8-9, so you can pick it up when we come back, ok?
She followed through, stuffing the bag into the locker and setting the code before locking it. Her thoughts raced with compiling shatterpoint spiders and solving them, and the more she contemplated, the less she enjoyed it. She turned to Andorian, and a single gaze was enough for her to know that she relied on Tho'Bi's ability to fake it until they make it more than she would have liked.
If nothing else, she needed to really brief him and prepare him for what would come.
Ral: Ok, ensign. It will be simple. We now transport on the planet, where we need to pick up on crewmen who get into trouble. We will visit the detention hall of Risa Security, so there will be no shooting, no danger, and nothing to worry about. Simple pick-up. Don’t speak; look like bored, uninterested Andorian all the time. Keep your distance one step behind me and let me do all the speaking and answering. The important thing, now keep your attention. ::raises the index finger to emphasize the following:: I and only I will sign under anything they gave us to sign, only my name will be on the record. Understood? Everything clear?
Tho’Bi: Response
Chief nodded and slightly smiled. Warmly, in content, as she gave the ensign one last appraising look, checking the last details.
Ral: Good, ensign; it looks like you got proper phaser handling schooling at Academy. Good to know. Yeah, good to know.
The Chief nodded in satisfaction as he adjusted the folds on both shoulders of Tho'Bi's uniform.
Ral: Much better. Ok, time to go.
Tho’Bi: Response
The Chief returned to the transporter console, set the coordinates and timer, and then returned back to the transporter pad, counting seconds.
(( Outside RSF Headquarters - Risa ))
The shimmering of the transporter beam always felt strange to the Chief, as if she were losing some of her molecules. But now was not the time for such feelings or the philosophy of transport, and she knew that well enough.
Ral: Let’s go.
Tho’Bi: Response
Pair stepped up the stairs towards the archway and entered the small square in front of the RSF Headquarters building. They were barely in when a known voice sounded behind their backs.
Ral: ::whispers:: Jev..
Tho’Bi: Response?
Chief turned to face the commander Dakora; a respectful, kind, and warm smile on her face.
Dakora: Ahem. Good afternoon, Chief Ral. ::He checked the Andorian’s collar as he turned.:: Ensign. ::His brow furrowed.:: I sincerely hope this isn’t exactly what it looks like…
Commander’s attention shifted to ensign Tho’Bi.
Dakora: Who are you, by the way?
Ral: He’s my escort here, sir. Acting Boatswian’s Mate Tho’Bi. We were on our way to review the arrest of Artemis enlisted for a reported barfight. If it is the case of NJP or ADA, we still don’t know, sir. We were on our way to discover the details.
Tho’Bi: Response
Commander's eyebrow didn’t get a clear insight into the commander’s mood, but Chief Ral met enough senior officers to get the hint.
Vailani: Response
Dakora held up a hand to halt the conversation.
Dakora: Wait, hold on. Let me get this straight. ::He pointed a bladed hand at Ral.:: You ordered him ::His hand shifted to the Andorian:: to gear up and accompany you on a prisoner retrieval excursion?
Vailani: Response
Chief calmly nodded.
Ral: Not ordered; asked nicely, sir. He’s an officer.
Tho’Bi: Response
Ral: ::gaze at Dakora and turn her eyes on cobblestone a few steps away:: Can I speak to you more privately, sir?
Dakora: Response
Ral took a few steps away from Lieutenant Vailani and Ensign, then turned back to Commander Dakora.
Ral: ::whispers:: When I got a report from RSF, I recognized that fake name. That enlisted is not an OPS Yeomen; he’s one of yours.
Her eyes slightly slid to the side, to the color of the uniform on their shoulders, hoping the commander would get a hint referring to his formed department.
Ral: ::whispers:: Given that fact, I decided to address it without an immediate paper trail before RSF gets time to think differ and start digging into his real name and all. Keep RSF happy. Iron out the problem down here and pick him up if possible; if so, restrict him to his quarters and report the incident up to the department with a boatswain’s disciplinary recommendation so they can handle it in-house as they see fit.
Dakora: Response
Vailani/Tho’Bi: Response
TAG/TBC
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Senior Chief Petty Officer Ral Shaw, PNPC
Simmed by Ollie Bergmen, A240009JC1