PNPC Lieutenant JG Jack Morrow - Someone Need A Lawyer?
Martin Tucker
It was times like these that Jack disliked the most. While the ship was on a red alert, he didn’t even have an auxiliary skill. He could be a competent medic if needed, but he rarely was. The last time he got involved, the ship was overrun with spiderbots, and Jack had paid a price with his left leg. He reached down and rubbed the leg. He thought about that day and the night he spent with a lovely chief medical officer of Khitomer, which reminded him he should reach out.
He wasn’t totally in the dark; he’d been paying attention. Taking another sip of his now cold coffee, and frowned. He started to get up to get a fresh, hot cup when his combadge chirped, and Acting Captain Kel’s voice followed.
Kel: =/= Kel to Lieutenant Marrow, I'm in need of some legal advice. =/=
((OOC I’m going to leave all this in as the commline is open, and he can hear the background chatter))
Wren: ::reluctantly:: It’s possible that, since they’re precision….based, they’re giving us such a short window as a mere formality. Perhaps they know that it isn’t enough time, but have offered it to us regardless just so that they can say they did? oO That’s not a kind thought to have, but we should prepare ourselves for the worst while hoping for the best Oo
Morrow: =/\= Sure thing, Captain. Just remember, I charge by the hour, so please take your time. =/\=
He wasn’t sure if the Captain was in the mood for humor; it was one of Jack’s defense mechanisms, and salty sarcasm, the last counselor he saw, she couldn’t deal with his smart mouth, and he hadn’t been back since then, but hey, who’s keeping track?
Nicolau: Response
T'Fearne: If they value the base or its research, they won’t risk destroying it outright. They would have to send a force to the surface to eliminate or capture our people and secure any projects or data. ::highlighting an area above the base one the screen:: If we position ourselves tactically between their ship and the moon base, they may hesitate to fire on us for caution of hitting the moon base.
V'Len sat down in the command seat once more.
Kel: Move us to 100km above the habitat module. Keep us clear of the radiation stream coming from the lid.
Wren: We’re almost in position, sir.
Nicolau/Kel: Response
tr’Kharis: ::clipped, cool tone, almost matter-of-fact:: =/= This is Administrator tr’Kharis to this vessel's security! You are about to have a Tholian intruder onboard at my present location. Reinforcements would be… prudent. =/=
oO Wait, what? Oo Delphina turned her seat around, flummoxed, oO I didn’t pick up anything, how did- Oh never mind. At least someone got evacuated. Oo ::continues downloading the data::
Kel: =/= Security! Intruder alert in the transporter room ::glancing at his data screen:: Deck 6.
T'Fearne/Nicolau: Response
Kel: Ensign Wren any new information from our probe?
Wren: I’m not- ::noticing a change:: Yes, they’ve activated their transporter, we might want to tell our team on the ground to expect visitors soon.
Morrow: =/\= You called me Cap… =/\=
T'Fearne/Nicolau: Response
Kel: Ok. Let's open a channel. ::waiting:: =/= Alliance vessel. As this is unclaimed territory, I require an additional 20 minutes to determine our legal requirements in this situation. Please stand by. =/=
And, there it was. The most likely reason why the Captain had rang him to begin with meant that they were dealing with Sheliak Corporate. He didn’t even want to imagine what kind of red tape they’re going to lace this whole thing up with. It was entirely possible that this was in fact Alliance territory, or at least they thought it was theirs. It will all come down to the fine print.
Wren: Sir, regarding that data…. I actually do have a copy of it. It’s a little incomplete, but I downloaded a copy of it while we were on the surface. I can upload it to our ship’s computer so that we have a more permanent copy.
Morrow: =/\= Captain, I suggest, having them one, produce the proper paddwork, and two show you a deed or something that ties them to the station below. Usually, they have those papers on demand, but I’m betting they’ll have to take time to dig them up; they're not here for a parlay. Might not be much time, but every little bit counts. =/\=
Kel/T'Fearne/Nicolau: Response
Wren: Of course, I can do that now ::starts making a copy::. It’s surprisingly informative considering the state of the base when we found it, but-
Jack wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, as he was obviously not on the bridge.
Wren: ::quickly:: They’ve powered their weapons back down, but the probe is destroyed. We’re close enough now that normal communication is possible, but we’ve lost any ability to see what’s going on inside the other ship. ::allows herself a small moment of sadness for the loss of the probe, before continuing her work::
Morrow: =/\= Well, at least we know they mean business. Do you need me to come up there? =/\=
Kel/T'Fearne/Nicolau: Response
Wren: I’ve almost finished downloading the information to our main memory system. No response from the other ship thus far. I think that was more of a warning shot than anything else oO And a passive-aggressive one at that Oo.
Jack had enough of sitting in his office, waiting for the captain to get back to him, so he figured he’d just head to the bridge. So he could figure out what the hell was going on.
Morrow: =/\= All right, I’ll be up in a minute, let me grab a couple of things.=/\=
Kel/T'Fearne/Nicolau: Response
((Not five minutes later, Deck 3, Bridge, USS Ronin, Ross 580 System))
Jack stepped out of the turbolift and into what boiled down to controlled chaos. He made his way from the turbolift, stepped into the command well, and approached the Acting Captain.
Morrow: You order a lawyer?
Kel/T'Fearne/Nicolau: Response
