PNPC Charlie McQueen: Busted. Again. (tags: Shayne, Vescori)

[Kayla Drex]

((Deck 14, Junior Enlisted Crew Lounge))

::Charlie was freaking out. The corridors of the Eagle were eerily quiet. Something big must be going on. Katya had had to leave her in here to return to her quarters. Well, to be fair, she'd offered to take Charlie with her, but after helping Charlie get back onto the ship, if she was caught in Katya's quarters, they'd probably just lock her in a storage container forever or something. When the doors to the lounge opened therefore, Charlie panicked. She scuttled inside the nearest hiding spot she could find: a cabinet fortunately not overly-full with table linens.::

::And she waited, barely daring to breathe.::

Pavlova: If I were you, I’d climb out of that cabinet on my own rather than making me pull you out.

::Charlie let out her held breath with a small frightened squeak.::

Charlie: Please don't lock me in a storage container!

Pavlova: I won’t ask again, and you really don’t want to see me angry.

Charlie: Ok. I'm coming out.

::There really was no other choice. She was literally at gunpoint. Caught. She'd been caught. She crawled out the tiny space, straightened up and faced her captor. She felt her face burning with shame - not from being on this ship without permission as much as being caught ... hiding in a cabinet. A cabinet. Who hides in a place with only one way out? Rookie mistake. If this imposing blonde woman had bee Aggregate, Charlie would already be dead.::

((A few minutes later))

Pavlova: Charlie McQueen, Keeper of the Last Light of Cataria, I presume?

Charlie: oO She knows my name!? HOW!? Oo How do you know who I am?

::Before Irina could reply her commbadge went off.::

Shayne: =/\=Shayne to Pavlova. How are things looking down there? =/\=

Pavlova: =/\= It would seem we have a guest.=/\=

Shayne: =/\= Response =/\=

Pavlova: =/\= No threat Commander, I’ll handle it. =/\=

Shayne: =/\= Response =/\=

Pavlova: We’ve already left space dock, so we seem to be stuck with you for a little while.

::This was it. Charlie sank under the growing certainty of being locked away in a one cubic meter box for the rest of her life.::

Charlie: What are you gonna do to me?

Pavlova: Oh, we’ll figure some…., hey, those clothes your wearing. Who gave them to you?

Charlie: Um ... I've had them for ages?

Pavlova: Try again with the truth please.

Charlie: I met a nice girl named Katya. ::quickly adding:: She didn't do anything wrong though!

::She admired the girl’s loyalty to her daughter.::

Pavlova: So did Katya give them to you, or did you steal them?

Charlie: ::hotly:: I didn't steal from anyone. ::calming a little:: I'm not a thief, ma'am. Really I'm not.

Pavlova: Well, we’ll sort it all out later. For now, you will be our guest in the security office.

::She tapped her commbadge::

Pavlova: =/\= Pavlova to Vescori =/\=

Vescori: =/\=Response. =/\=

Pavlova: =/\= I’m sending a guest down to the security office, would you mind keep an eye on her until the test is complete?=/\=

Vescori:=/\= response =/\=

Pavlova: =/\= Lopez will bring her down and wait for you. I’m heading to the bridge. Also see to it that your team completes its search through Deck 8. Nakamura will finish my team’s run through Deck 15.=/\=

Vescori: =/\= response =/\=

::With that a young Latina woman entered and Irina turned their guest over to her care.::

Pavlova: See to it she arrives safely in the security office and is comfortable, but restricted.

Lopez: Aye ma’am.

::With that Irina smiled and walked out of the lounge. The security crewman herded Charlie out of the room. As they walked down the corridor, on their way to Charlie's impending prison box, the girl entertained her curiosity.::

Charlie: Lopez, is it? Can I ask a question?

Lopez: Sure.

Charlie: Who is that woman?

Lopez: Her? That's the Chief of Security, Commander Pavlova.

Charlie: Oh crap.

::The rest of the walk was in silence. When they arrived at the security office, Charlie sat on a chair, pulling her knees tight to her body. Lopez tried at light conversation a couple times, but Charlie barely heard. Eventually the crewman gave up the attempt, standing instead in silence awaiting the arrival of her superior officer. The door hissed open, and a shape filled it entirely. Recognizing the man at once, Charlie let her head fall forward onto her knees, mumbling into them.::

Charlie: Double crap.

Vescori: response

Lopez: Aye, sir.

::The dark-haired woman left the room, Blaidd walked around to the other chair, and settled himself into it.::

Vescori: response

TAG/TBC

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 ~ Charlie McQueen ~

(simmed by Kayla Drex)
USS Eagle, NCC-74659
Writer ID: E239510KD0