NPC C3 Chennit Astrid - Operation Opera
Cobalt Penumbra
((Isolated Crew Berthing, Room 7, DS33))
Most of the Enlisted crew of the USS Arrow were in isolation on Deep Space 33 while the Officers were pursuing the thieves who had absconded with the ship.
Astrid sat on the end of her too-thin bunk and pouted. She had settled on "Angry Andorian Blue" with silver accents for the redecoration of the Security Suite on the Arrow, but someone had the audacity to steal the ship. If they of the thieves touched any of the decor, she resolved to put a tusk through their arm.
C3 Astrid: Siggy, I’m bored out of my mind. This is worse than desk duty. ::Big smiles & arms out:: I demand shenanigans.
PO3 Alamenda: :putting a finger up: No. Absolutely not. You do you. I’m staying out of it. I got leave lined up and I’m not risking getting busted along with you for some nonsense. ::Returns to reading the Centaur Chronicle on her PADD::
C3 Astrid: ::Hand on Heart:: You wound me, my colleague. I only want to spread joy and happiness to all.
Alamenda: Chaos and tears. And then you get busted again at the end. Count me out.
Astrid: Well ‘Harrumph’ I say! No fun for you and more for me.
The Tellarite Security Crewman daintily walked about the room with exaggerated effect, but there wasn’t much there in this temporary berthing.
Astrid: Of course, there is this! ::waves hands:: This shall be the implement of my designs. ::Looking at the computer console::
Alamenda: Don’t. Please?
Astrid: Negatory there, Comrade. This place is deader than the Chief’s bed. We got to liven this bish up.
Alamenda snorted at the comment about the Chief. They all knew he had some kind of almost fling with a crazy Vulcan lady and they all made jokes about it constantly when he wasn’t around.
Alamenda: ::Prim & Proper:: I am reading. None of that for me.
Astrid: You could have been a legend, but you said no. You’ll be eating regret for dinner very soon. ::cracks knuckles and delicately sits down in front of the computer console:: Now let’s see how do I break through these lock codes….
((Security Offices, DS33))
Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Lyra stood at her console and reviewed the logs for the past few days. There had certainly been signs of tampering, likely related to the Arrow theft and she was determined to find out how it was done. She had analyzed the logs for anomalies and anything else unusual. She’d compared them against the logs from the same time a year ago to observe any differences.
T’Lyra: Ensign Avak, assist me with this.
The Benzite hurried over, always eager to please.
Avak: What have you found?
T’Lyra: I’ve detected several anomalies in the logs. You have a .4% faster speed at analyzing than I. It is logical that you complete this task.
Avak: ::Pleased and flattered:: Oh yes! I am excellent at that. Allow me.
The Ensign reaches over the console and touches the control to transfer the data to his station. And at the same moment his finger touches the button, a high-pitched screeching at an impossibly loud volume blasts out of every speaker on the station. Startled, he pulls back suddenly and elbows T’Lyra in the face. Each of them off balance, they fall backwards and land on the deck, arms and legs all twisted about.
T’Lyra’s sensitive ears were complaining in the most urgent way about the noise. And the Ensign, aghast that he was lying on top of his superior officer in a most undignified way, stuttered and attempted to stand while holding one hand over an ear. Being off balance, he lost his footing while attempting to rise and his face fell into T’Lyra’s chest, which was the worst possible outcome he could have imagined. But she seemed not to respond.
T’Lyra: ::shouting:: That sound… it is most unpleasant. Arise!
Avak: Ah, yes!
The Ensign gave up trying to stand up directly in case it might make matters even worse and he just rolled off dejectedly, as he was not projecting the kind of competence he imagined he had had.
Once free, they both stood up and stumbled over to the Security Console while the shrieking continued, now accompanied by some sort of deeper voice wailing.
Avak: ::shouting:: Another hacking attempt detected! A sound based weapon!
T’Lyra: ::shouting:: That is not a weapon. It is a form of Tellarite poetry sung a capella.
Avak: ::shouting:: I found it! Here! ::activates controls and the noise stops::
T’Lyra allowed herself the briefest moment to relish the silence, her ears still ringing after the violence done to them.
T’Lyra: I see the location of the breach. Come with me, Ensign.
The Vulcan turned to go and just for a moment, the Ensign and the Lieutenant were face to face. Avak’s expression rapidly turned to one of horror as he saw her face.
Avak: Many, :beat: many, apologies!
((Brief Timeskip, Isolated Crew Berthing, Room 7, DS33))
Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Lyra entered with purpose with Ensign Avak hurrying behind. Her Vulcan demeanor was in full effect, but Astrid was not impressed and burst out laughing when she saw this serious Vulcan Security Officer enter with a giant green bruise extending fully around the orbit of her left eye.
Astrid: Holy Tusks! What happened to you, Lieutenant? Lose a bet or something?
The Vulcan ignored the comment and addressed both of the Arrow’s Security Detachment.
T’Lyra: Which of you was it? I advise you to confess immediately.
PO3 Alamenda looked over the top of her PADD at the serious Vulcan, the harried Benzite, and her wild crewmate and continued chewing her gum. She said nothing.
Astrid: That was a 100% pure-Astrid jam. I mean, not the music, that was a classic from the home world, “May Bugs Eat Your Face,” it’s a love story. A classic, really. Turbulent and passionate, like le moi.
Avak stared wide-eyed as T’Lyra strode two steps forward and with rapid action, gave a neck-pinch to Astrid who slumped down to the deck.
T’Lyra: ::To Alamenda:: Remain here.
Alamenda: I am just reading. Not going anywhere.
T’Lyra: Ensign Avak, assist me as we move this crewman to the brig before she awakes.
NT/END
C3 Chennit Astrid
Beta Shift
Security Department, USS Khitomer
As simmed by
LT Zenno
Security Chief
USS Khitomer
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