Lt. JG T’Fearne - Until the Next Caffeination
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: Wrapping this investigation up for the next mission. That was a lot of fun, thanks for writing with me, Brian 🙂))
((The Kurosawa, Endicronimas System))
Running a long finger across the lacquered surface of the conference table, T’Fearne gazed at the lighting panels and then across the bulkheads and the furnishings, all fit for a captain's yacht. A subtle smile curled at the edge of her mouth, and a mischievous gleam sparkled deep in the stygian depths of her eyes.
T'Fearne: What about a Captain’s yacht? …It’s a larger prize, so more risk, but isn’t that one of the Ferengi rules, something about more risk, more reward?
Carstairs: ::slow nod:: I can send him a message. Say, I found something much better than beans. But what if he asks for the yacht's access codes?
Niac: Response
T'Fearne: ::reassuring:: He will receive false codes, false schematics, and no genuine access. Only the illusion of opportunity that we can lock him out at any time. Ferengi greed tends to overstep caution.
Carstairs: ::steadying breath:: I can do that. I’ll make it sound like I’m desperate enough to trust him again.
Niac: Response
((OOC: Happy to fill in more here or leave it as is.))
((Some Time & Commotion Later - The Kurosawa, Docking Bay, Uss Ronin))
The ploy had been relatively successful—if not flawlessly elegant. The Captain’s yacht was back where it belonged, the stolen Kav’ten beans recovered and largely unspoiled. Kurosawa had gained a curious smell through the events, but the Vulcazoid was unsure if the other two could detect it.
The Ferengi extortionist and his associates had been left in the capable hands of the Farm’s security staff. The way one senior Division 14 officer looked to be practically salivating at the prospect of interrogating interviewing prisoners was enough to almost make T’Fearne feel sorry for them.
Almost.
Crewman Carstairs hovered nervously by the hatch as it cycled open, shoulders drawn tight. T’Fearne kept him in her peripheral vision while she cleared the tactical console and stepped up beside the Captain, hands clasped neatly behind her back.
T’Fearne: ::quietly, glancing sideways at Carstairs:: Sir, my report for this investigation will be delivered to Chief Kessler within the hour. Do you want the incident report to reflect all the details of the investigation?
She lifted a brow at the wayward crewman waiting by the hatch.
Niac: Response
Resting a hand on the large crate of recovered Kav’ten beans, T’Fearne studied the Captain for a moment. She hadn’t had many opportunities in the last year to observe Niac in situations like this, but she had sensed Kirsty and others' regard and admiration. The lengths to which the Trill would go to look after his crew, from helping a crewman correct a potentially career-ending mistake to ensuring she and others didn’t suffer substandard coffee—had surprised her.
T’Fearne: As you wish, Sir. ::pause:: And thank you, Captain, for your assistance with my enquiries on this matter.
Niac: Response
She nodded, triggered the transport of the coffee beans crate back to the Brew Continuum and shooed Crewman Carsrairs out of the Kurosawa in front of her to oversee his additional punishment but paused to look over her shoulder at Niac, calling out.
T’Fearne: Keep working on your despot, Sir, it’s nearly there. ::tilting her head:: Oh, there might still be a few Ferengi possessions scattered aboard. They tend to gather items into piles to claim. If you take the yacht out for a run, maybe check the private compartments first ::slight wince::...for any leftover surprises.
Niac: Response
She left him to his yacht.
[Tags / End of Scene T’Fearne]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14