LT Toxin Arlill: As you were.
Toxin Arlill
(( T-1 Independent Bay, Operations Centre Lower Floor, Deck 7, USS Octavia E Butler ))
Nilsen: =/\= Computer, set up a security alert for any movement on crate ::pausing to look at his PADD:: Delta Victor Three Five Seven Zulu Zulu, alerting myself, Lt Arlill, and Lt Richards…=/\=
Nilsen=/\= …please =/\=
Computer: =/\=Alert set and confirmed. =/\=
The delay made Toxin smirk a little and then anxiety set in, had he gone too far with the prank on Lhandon that the computer was now adapting it’s interaction algorithms? Was he creating a potential hazard? All these thoughts were rushing around in his head before he was interupted.
oO Henri: You’re fine, they’ll never know. Oo
Toxin found Henri leaning in the corner watching the three of them and he gave Henri a glare of disapproval.
Richards: It still isn’t making much sense at all. The whole thing almost feels like one big prank.
Nilsen: Yeah, I’m getting that too.
Toxin was lost in his “interactions” with Henri and didn’t realize the two of them were looking at him.
Arlill: Oh (beat) Umm… How long do you think it will take? ::towards Richards::
Richards: Well. We probably won’t be arresting anyone today.
Nilsen: That alert will let all three of us know if something happens. We’ll be able to review the footage and follow.
Arlill: As long as they’re not versed in our Operational and Security systems.
Toxin was acutely aware that only a select few on the ship had the clearance to put monitoring systems into a maintenance cycle. The timing of his comment, coupled with the fact that he was one of those few with the capability, did not escape him.
Arlill: Of course I will monitor those avenues ::he quickly added::
Richards: Response
Nilsen: Richards, I appreciate your help today.
(A few minutes later)
Once Richards had left the room, Lhandon took himself and Toxin's aside, away from prying ears.
Nilsen: Mate, he was sniffing around when you were out, like he was convinced it was you.
Arlill: Do you think it could be me?
Nilsen: Look, if it is, I’d understand cos I know you’d have your reasons. ::beat:: but…
Arlill: Even if it was me, do you think I could tell you?
Nilsen: I know, I know. Just tell me straight, is this you?
Arlill: Let’s assume it’s not me. ::turning towards the door:: Oh and Lieutenant, you should focus on who might actually be our culprit and stop worrying about me. Ok?
Nilsen: Alright, I believe you.
Toxin was uneasy about keeping Nilsen in the dark, especially since he knew more about the crate than he admitted. He had found cryptic communications that he believed were related to it. However, he didn't want to spread rumors and felt it was necessary to keep the information to himself until intelligence could confirm it. They had yet to identify who had sent the cryptic messages. In the past, he would have shared all of this with Lhandon, but now, with Herni and his higher position in the command chain, he had to prioritize the ship's safety, even if it meant keeping his best friend in the dark.
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Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
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