Capt. Shayne: Against The Odds
Randal Shayne
((Alpha Trounus Prison Facility))
Shayne: Lieutenant, your perspective would be valuable beside me, but if you wish to work with Dr. Tram immediately, I will not stop you.
A.Dewitt: I’ll be on my best behavior Captain.
He nodded assuringly, but winced as he did. Shayne was not worried about her behavior. Tram’s sliminess might simply be an unfortunate social challenge, but it felt too concentrated for the benefit of the doubt.
Shayne: As if I would doubt you.
Tram: Response
Ayemet’s brave face was heartbreaking. He grimaced a smile at her.
A.Dewitt: After you Mr Tram.
Tram: Response
The somewhat reluctant pair went beyond the door, and Shayne’s confidence flashed before his eyes. She was capable of course, and risk was their business.
But Tram came off as a very, very big risk.
Stros: Now that that is done. Captain Shayne, allow me to explain Tram’s stating that I am a ‘representative’ of you.
Shayne’s stolid, worried eyes morphed into appraising slits as the eccentric Vulcan now incurred his attention, and not in a pleasant way.
Shayne: My thoughts precisely.
Store placed his hands behind his back- a common bodily position for Vulcans- but the lackadaisical absence of particular coordination and the sigh that accompanied it threw Shayne off balance.
Stros: I received my assignment to your crew shortly before my arrival here. I have been assigned as your new Tactical Officer. I do hope the transfer paperwork has reached you by now.
Stros’ words could not have lit more suspicion in the captain if he’d winked while he said them. Assignment orders for a tactical officer? Placed during a mission? It could have easily gotten caught up in other paperwork, but why did Stros come here, of all places? And how did he know the Khitomer would be arriving?
Shayne: I see.
Shayne: I don’t understand, but I see. Oo.
Stros had been piqued.
Stros: Now, I am curious Captain. What has brought the Khitomer to this remote detention facility? ::Tilting head slightly, smirking:: I believe I missed the brief for this particular expedition.
A coy smile coiled its way around Shayne’s lips. Until he and the first officer could confer, the captain would proceed on his own territory.
Shayne: Oh, routine matters. Evaluating the prison, the population, making sure it’s all above board. The last thing we need is another legal nightmare to resolve if we ever get the Sheliak or Tholians to accept terms.
A lie, and a fairly bold faced one at that. But were they not even now examining the prison? Were they not trying to investigate? It was the spirit of the law Shayne’s words held, not necessarily the facts.
Stros: Response
Shayne: You say you came here after the transfer orders- how did you know to come here of all places? We don’t advertise our movements.
Stros: Response
Tag/TBC
Captain Randal Shayne
Commanding Officer
USS Khitomer
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