ENS Chevalier - Being a disappointment
CPT Arianus
(( Corridor to Tertiary Command Processors - Deck 15 - USS Artemis-A ))
Kawarda:
It would appear the situation is under control now. Stand down,
Ensign Chevalier.
Those
words kicked Jaseb hard and froze him in place. He suddenly didn't
know what to do or not. Lowering his weapon looked like a proper action,
as he faced the commander's disbelief.
Dakora:
Yeah! What the hell was tha-
Kawarda
barged into dressing down of Chevalier.
Kawarda:
Sir, to verify you are our Dakora, please name the commanding officer
of the Excalibur at the time of our transfer.
Dakora:
Huh? ::His confusion gave way to understanding.:: Commodore Kalianna
Nicholotti.
Vulcan holstered his phaser with a simple nod.
Jaseb took that as a right moment to holster his.
Kawarda:
::to Chevalier:: He is who he appears to be. ::tapping his
commbadge:: =/\= Kawarda to transporter room, please beam the
unconscious personnel near my position to the brig. Out.
=/\=
Chevalier nodded. He suddenly didn't know what to do with
his empty hands, so he hid them behind his back. The adrenaline was
slowly fading away. Jaseb slowed his breathing, and continued to
suppress the enjoyment over action, which clouded his mind before.
Commander
stepped closer. Chevalier couldn't bear his guilt, so he better looked
down at the ground.
Dakora: That
first shot was clean. I appreciate it. ::He jabbed a bladed hand in
the Ensign's direction for emphasis.: But, I don’t know what
that in the Great Fire possessed you to pull that little coup
de grâce crap,
but if I ever see that again you’ll be riding back from whence you
came in the brig. Understood?
Chevalier:
::trying to find his voice:: Sir... aye, sir.
Dakora: That’s
how they ::He
gestured in the direction the downed Desdemona Officers had been.::
do things, not us, and not you– so long as you’ve got that delta
pinned to your chest.
Chevalier:
::nodded:: I understood, sir. There is no excuse for my actions. I'm
ready to accept any punishment.
Commander looked
satisfied that his point had been made and turned to Kawarda.
Chevalier looked like he would rather be keelhauled than a
disappointment to a man he almost worshiped.
Dakora:
What’s the ship’s status? ::He pointed up.:: I overheard a
scuffle on the bridge on the comm earlier.
Kawarda:
Though our ::gesturing to Chevalier and himself:: information is
incomplete, I believe the balance of power is with us again. Ensign
Chevalier and I encountered no resistance on our commute here from
the Operations Center. That would indicate they have consolidated
what strength they still possess. We must proceed with
caution.
Dakora: They were trying to steal that thing.
::He took a step closer to it and scrunched up his face.:: Holy
strokes…. It’s the friggin’ prismagons. We need to get these
back to your team in the Haz-Mat labs ASAP.
Kawarda:
Fascinating.
Chevalier
stepped aside when Vulcan retrieved
the tricorder from his belt holster and started to scan a laboratory
case lying nearby.
Kawarda:
Indeed, Commander. We are fortunate the case was not damaged in the
struggle here.
Dakora:
Response
Chevalier stayed silent and just nodded. He visibly
didn't
want to draw an
attention.
Kawarda:
I am capable of returning this to the hazardous materials lab by
myself, but would not deny the added protection, given the sensitive
nature of these crystals.
Chevalier:
::looking at Dakora:: I will stay here and secure the tertiary
processors, sir. You with the Security ::pointed in the direction of two security
officers nearby:: can retrieve the case back to the laboratory with
Mr. Kawarda. If you agree.. Sir.
Dakora:
Responses
TAG/TBC