LTJG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - Crate Expectations
Lhandon Nilsen
((Lower Aft Cargo Bay, Deck 11, USS Octavia E Butler))
Toxin's arrival was an unexpected surprise. He should have been resting and off duty. The taste of his outburst in the OC still lingered in the air, but Lhandon had been happy to see him again.
After all, Lhandon had been there himself; sometimes it takes over you and you burst. As such, Nilsen had been more than happy to forget about it. He didn't know that this was just the tip of the iceberg.
Nilsen: What that make? Part of a transporter? A replicator? I’ve got my own quantum flux regulator, they’re as common as a 21st century screwdriver, but the other two? I can’t see the connection
Arlill: ::eyeballing the JG:: That flux better not be from inventory… (beat) We need to get this open, I’ll take responsibility and issue an order for you two to get into it. I’m still skeptical if that’s what’s really inside.
He hadn't been a fan of that glance, but he had tried to dismiss that thought. He had wondered if he was reading too much into this. That had most likely been the case. Anton had looked towards the pair for an answer.
Richards: But uhh. How are we going to open it?
Nilsen: Well we're though the first layer. Can we just keep on this approach?
Arlill: If you have to, move the crate to an independent lab, we don’t need any surprises.
This seemed like a logical move.
Richards: Considering we don’t know for sure what we’ll find, it might be best not to put the rest of the cargo at risk. Better safe than sorry.
Lhandon nodded in agreement.
Nilsen: Aye. Everything about this is suspicious.
Anton nodded.
Richards: I guess we can take it from here.
Arlill: I’m not going anywhere, I’m curious about this as well.
Lhandon had noticed that moment. The desire to move the upper decker aside was evident. Nilsen had still been adjusting to this change. For the first time in their relationship, the two ops officers were not lower deckers. One had climbed up the ladder.
Richards: I uhh. Good idea. The more people on this the better.
Nilsen: I mean I've gone this far, and if my chat with Ral is anything to go, this newly fooled us
Arlill: Response
Anton suddenly jerked and impulsively fling his tricorder away. It collided with the floor, shattering with a deafening crash.
Nilsen: You alright mate?
Richards: Oh. I think I broke my tricorder… by dropping it on the ground just now.
Nilsen: It looks that way.
Anton looked above his head again. while Lhandon wanted to fix it right there and then, might make a fun little project. But these tricorders are cheap and easily mad in replicator
Arlill: Response
Richards: So where is this independent bay?
Nilsen: Attracted to the OC. I’ve not had a chance to use it yet/ Kinda looking forward to it.
Arlill/Richards: Response
Nilsen: I had no idea he threw that in for us. Sweet. Remind me to send him something to say thanks.::beat:: I'll catch up with both you folks in a minute; Mads is investigating this too and I wanna call him to see what he found.
Arlill/Richards: Response
(Independent Bay, Operations Centre Lower Floor, Deck 7, USS Octavia E Butler)
The independent bay in was sterile and clean and the lighting was bright and unyielding
The bay was designed to isolate, to quarantine when necessary. It was a safeguard, a place where unknowns could be contained and studied without putting the rest of the ship at risk. Surrounded by walls of reinforced duranium. The room was modular in design, its layout could be altered to suit the needs of the current project. Tables and equipment stands could be moved and locked into place with ease. The computer terminals were loaded with advanced diagnostic and analysis software.
The crate had been transported to this room
He had arrived halfway through a conversation, he nodded, waited for the cue and shared what he found.
Nilsen: So I made some calls. Both Chief Petty Officer Ral Shaw of the USS Artemis and Security officer Madison Nilsen, DS9, he's my little brother I mentioned earlier, are certain we've found a smuggling ring. Ral found two crates of contraband, with one meant to come to us. They've since opened those crates. One of those crates were meant to have plasma line decouplers but were empty, the other had fusion power generators when it should have contained EPS control units.
Arlill/Richards: Response
Nilsen: One of the crates from DS9 to the Artemis should have had empty plasma containers but instead lateral sensor spare parts. ::beat:: but that's not all. They also found in that crate this strange cube device. I've got pictures here. Mads is working that now. He said he’d get back to me when he gets it sorted.
Lhandon showed on his PADD a picture of what appeared to be a simple, unassuming cube..
Arlill/Richards: response
Nilsen: Yeah, I think this pretty much confirms that we've found a smuggling ring. We've got security here already but is this something you want to escalate, or will that tip off the smugglers? At the moment, only five people know about this; us three, Ral Shaw and Madison. Tox, with that in mind, what's your orders?
Arlill/Richards: response
Anyone there would have seen the power team at play, with Toxin leading, and Lhandon being the best darned right-hand man, suggesting, advising, reporting but ultimately, when needed, following his boss's, nay, his brother's orders.
Perhaps that's what Etan had seen in him, the potential to be a first officer, even a captain. And maybe that's why Etan had been so angry with Nilsen when he let the Executive Officer down the previous year. Perhaps Rouiancet and V'Airu had seen that too.
But those thoughts have not occurred to Nilsen. Right now, he had his place, he was Tox's number one and that suited him just fine.
Tags/TBC.
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO & Acting Asst. Chief
USS Octavia E Butler
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He/Him/His (Both player and character)