LT Aine Sherlock - Enter The Darkness

[Aine Sherlock]

((Security Center, StarBase 118))

Though having started her career as a Security Officer, the truth was that Aine was beginning to prefer spending her time in the Tactical Operations Center of 118. She liked watching the feeds of the surrounding space and all the little blips of ships moving about it. All the comings and goings, the who's who of who was out there. But not today. Today was an occasion she'd hoped to have for a year and a half. But it wasn't without stipulations, ones she was not liking.

The man coming through 118, briefly, she'd wanted to see face-to-face. But due to orders, from the one doing her this favor, she wasn't allowed to. She could only watch from afar. She picked the conference room in the Security Center to monitor what would happen and what would be said and had to keep faith in those she'd selected to conduct the interview.

She had asked Willow and Sill-con, figuring two heads were better than one, to take on the task. She even considered having a third there. And just to keep things above board, she asked Alora to monitor with her. She questioned her judgement on that one. The Commander had seemed different since the attack on the Romulan embassy. Aine had her suspicions and her trust was teetering. And just maybe, sharing her own little secrets she could find out the one thing on her mind concerning that incident.

The screen on the wall showed the empty room, save for the black glass-like topped table and three chairs, two across from the one. But that was soon replaced as a couple Security personnel brought him in and sat him in the chair and attached his restraints to the table. He wasn't a stupid man, just dangerous. He knew someone was watching as he looked up towards the camera and stared back. She looked into his yellow-green eyes, almost glowing. Sitting in a chair, slouched, arms crossed, she glared back as her eyes thinned like they were focusing in hoping he could feel her there.

But right on time, the door to the conference room opened and she swivelled around and stood.

Sherlock: Commander, Ensign, Ensign.

DeVeau/Sill-con/Willow: ?

Aine didn't gesture for anyone to have a seat, this would only be brief before she sent the two junior officers off on their task. She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder to the viewscreen then back to the three.

Sherlock: This is Raban. As you can see, he is a Suliban. He is actually descended from the Cabal and can change his appearance.

Willow/Sill-con: ?

Sherlock: You two are going to interview him. Find out everything you can oOif you canOo about his terrorist cell, who may have sent them, and what their plans were if they had succeeded.

Vague was the name of the game. There was little she could tell the Ensigns. Beyond the fact that it was likely not even Alora knew the entire story, they definitely didn't have the clearances nor the experience she could trust to tell them everything.

DeVeau/Willow/Sill-con: ?

Sherlock: All I can tell you right now ::beat:: is that he's a terrorist and may be partially responsible for the loss of a Starfleet vessel. The rest is classified. Which also means any information you get from him, will be classified.

A fact, but also a warning that they wouldn't be able to share the information outside of the four of them and Commodore Taybrim.

DeVeau/Willow/Sill-con: ?

Sherlock: Him? What to expect?

She turned and looked over her shoulder at the screen once more.

Sherlock: ::turning back to the others:: He's a right c.... ::beat:: controlling person. He'll manipulate and attempt to instill fear in search of that control. He's dangerous. But even restrained, don't ever think you're safe. Just assume at any time he could come at you, even if he can't.

DeVeau/Willow/Sill-con: ?

tags/TBC

Lieutenant Aine Sherlock

Chief of Security & Tactical

StarBase 118 Ops

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