Lieutenant Commander Lael Rosek: Two Can Play This Game
Lael Rosek
((Brig, Deck 4, USS Astraeus))
She entered the brig with Wrader behind her. It wasn’t had to locate their lone prisoner. None of the other cells were occupied. Glancing at Wrader and arching an eyebrow, she strode toward Lieutenant Michael Goodwell, who it seemed was on guard duty. She saw him tense slightly as he noticed her approach, but if he was still angry at her for Abigail’s death, he didn’t let it show. He maintained an air of professionalism as she asked him for a status update.
Goodwell: He’s been unconscious since we beamed him in here. Medics checked him out and there’s no serious damage. They said he should come out of it on his own in time.
Rosek: ::to Goodwell:: Lower the forcefield.
She watched the man blink twice, his expression clearly confused.
Goodwell: Ma’am?
All traces of amusement disappeared from her features as she eyed the Lieutenant.
Rosek: You heard me, Lieutenant.
Goodwell paused before doing as he was asked. Noting the nearly-empty medkit that had been left behind, she leaned forward and grabbed an epinephrine hypo before turning to Wrader.
Rosek: I’m going to need you on my six to nail his @$$ to the floor in case he tries anything.
Wrader: ::lips curving slightly:: I shall endeavor to keep whatever part of his anatomy proves offensive well grounded, ma’am.
With the forcefield lowered, she stepped into the cell and moved cautiously toward its unconscious occupant. Pressing the hypo to the side of his neck, she quickly jumped out of the way so she wouldn’t become a victim of the Cardassian’s dazed lashing out. She then scrambled quickly out of the cell.
It all happened so quickly she hardly had time to process it. She’d intended to slam the forcefield back up before the Cardassian was fully cognizant, but the knee-jerk reaction and Wrader’s subsequent response had left her frozen. Thankfully, the Cardassian still seemed dazed and she surmised the Cardassian had just gotten lucky. She was relieved that she’d had the sense to scramble out of the way was quickly at she had.
Within moments, the Cardassian laid on his side on the floor in a rather undignified heap. She winced. It looked like it had really hurt. She made a mental note never to get on Wrader’s bad side. Even with her advanced martial arts skills and greater-than-Human strength, Wrader would be a challenge.
Wrader: Impressive.
Rosek: oO Like I said...lucky. Wrader just happened to be directly in front of him. Oo
Khamar: ::hisses:: Do you have any idea who I am?! When my government finds out, you’ll live to regret this!
Lael highly doubted that. Even she was shrewd enough to detect the slight waver in the man’s voice even as he tried to sound as intimidating as possible. The way his eyes had flickered between the two betrayed his nervousness. There was a missing piece to this puzzle that he was trying desperately to hide.
Wrader: I simply would have thought a longer recovery would have been required. But, to answer what I believe you really wish to have asked, we have questions for you regarding the recent incident.
Khamar: ::smirks without humor and looks to Rosek:: Your officer must think I’m an absolute imbecile to believe I’d answer anything you ask me.
Rosek: ::shrugs:: That is, of course, your choice. Though it would be in your best interest to cooperate. I don’t believe your own government will be so accommodating when they find out you were running the equivalent of a concentration camp without their knowledge.
She was calling the man’s bluff. She could tell from the slight narrowing of his eyes that he had his suspicions about her intentions, but he didn’t seem willing to call her bluff.
Wrader: ::gesturing at the chair:: May I sit?
Her gaze flickered to the Cardassian, who looked angry enough to kill. Not that Wrader wasn’t a perfectly capable fighter. In fact, his offensive style of fighting was an advantage in some situations over her preferred defensive style. With more volatile opponents, a strike first and ask questions later philosophy kept a person alive. Still, she’d rather not be responsible for him becoming serious injured.
Rosek: ::pauses:: I’d much rather you join me out here, Ensign.
Khamar: ::turns to Wrader and smirks:: You’d best be a good pet and listen to your master. Wouldn’t want her prize favorite getting hurt.
Wrader: Response
She stiffened, fighting the urge to step into the cell and pummel the Cardassian herself. A scowl twisted her lips for a moment before it gave way to a deadly serious expression, her gaze meeting the Cardassian’s for a long moment without blinking, her eyebrows arched high as though daring him to continue.
Khamar: ::chuckles darkly:: Come now, Commander. I’ve looked into the eyes of psychopathic killers. Surely you don’t think you pitiful attempts will intimidate me.
Wrader: Response
Slowly, she stepped into the cell and strode toward where Khamar laid, dropping down beside him, her eyes never leaving his. She tilted her head slightly, not speaking for a long moment.
Rosek: I don’t expect to intimidate you, Khamar. Only to remind you that you don’t have the power over your fate that you seem to think you do.
Wrader: Response
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Lieutenant Commander Lael Rosek
Executive Officer, USS Astraeus, NCC-70652
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"The growth and develop of people is the highest calling of leadership." -- Harvey S. Firestone