Ensign T’Fearne - A Necessary Precaution
Teayl Thorn
(( Office Space for Rent, Promenade, DS9 ))
Ensign T’Fearne drew in a deep breath as she looked down at the list of names flagged on the PADD. The order for recertification interviews had trickled down from her chain of command, and the office space on the Promenade had been rented out for various uses by the starships docked for repairs. This stardate, a section had been allotted for various security personnel and admin work. One of several desks and work consoles was made available to her, but she had been drawn to stand in front of the view windows and work with the bustle of shuttle arrivals and repair drones flitting over the starscape as her ambient environment. Her current task was something she had learned about and practised on classmates and gone through herself upon stepping into her career as a Starfleet officer but she had yet to perform this particular security function. The Vulcazoid had finished reading the unrestricted security file belonging to the first name on the flagged list. With slight hesitation, she tapped her badge.
T’Fearne: =/\= Ensign T’Fearne to Lieutenant Sadar. =/\=
Sadar: Response
She hoped she hadn’t interrupted this superior officer at an inconvenient time.
T’Fearne: =/\= As far as I am aware, Sir, we have not met before. I am a security officer assigned to the Ronin. I’m completing some administrative duties, including updating Starfleet personnel files. oO Now for the lie Oo It appears your file requires standard security recertification. =/\=
Sadar: Response
T’Fearne: =/\= Unfortunately, it’s a mandatory process on my system. If you could meet me at the station security office after your shift, I can ask you a few questions and get the PADD work sorted for you. =/\=
Sadar: Response
T’Fearne: =/\= Thank you, Sir. I look forward to meeting you. =/\=
(( Station Security Office, Promenade, DS9 ))
The security office on Deep Space Nine was a blend of Cardassian architecture and Federation functionality. The walls were a muted red-grey with angular features that somehow managed to feel imposing yet strangely appealing to the ensign's sense of interior aesthetics. The PADDs and monitors hummed quietly on the desks, and the faint scent of recycled air was mixed with a hint of cooking food that the environmental scrubbers couldn't keep up with in a bustling culture hub like DS9.
T’Fearne straightened her uniform as she prepared for the encounter, reviewing Sadar’s file one last time. She felt a spike of internal conflict; this Starfleet officer could be serving the Federation with diligence and honour...or there was a possibility, slim but possible, that another changeling operative was lurking aboard DS9 and Lieutenant Gila Sadar’s name had arrived on the station travel manifest at a suspicious time.
T’Fearne::: to herself:: Okay, stick to the script…for now.
The door slid open, and Lieutenant Sadar stepped inside.
The Vulcazoid felt slight surprise at how striking and how...purple the medical officer was. She was usually used to being the tallest woman in the room, but the Mizarian was close to the same height. Looking at her, though, she seemed a little shorter than her file stated. oO A detail that a changeling might miscalculate Oo
Sadar: Response
T’Fearne: Yes, Lieutenant. Thank you for coming on such short notice. :: unsure of an appropriate Mizarian greeting gesture, she merely inclined her head in greeting:: Please, have a seat. :: gestures to a chair across from her:: Do you have any questions for me before we formally begin?
Sadar: Response
[[Tags/TBC]]
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14