[REPOST] Ensign T’Fearne - In-Cell Observation
teayl.thorn
((OOC: Forgot one of my own tags. Also, the title is just a funny pun to me, considering the scene setting, and I ran out of creativity about there, not a comment on anyone's characters.))
((Brig, Deck 11, USS Ronin))
T-28.5 Hours to Soliton Wave Impact
It had taken less than half an hour to secure the prisoners aboard the Pavlova and return to the Ronin. Just enough time to witness the chaos they'd left behind: train cars decoupled like broken bones, and the luminous wave rolling ever closer to Proxima Sigma.
When their shuttle settled on the flight deck, a full security detail was waiting—Osiris, Solana, Breeze, and Rork to escort them through the Ronin’s brig. Alongside Raga and Tzim-Shah, T’Fearne marched their captives, Emzai and Karai, through the clean carpeted corridors of the ship. The Vulcazoid was particularly appreciative of the clean, untainted air on her face and the stable gravity beneath her boots.
The commander put Emzai into the detainment cell, and the ensigns searched the Arkarian and helped him into a separate cell, making sure he was as secure. It was clear that his shoulder was paining him, so T’Fearne sent a message for medical to send someone to check him over before activating the softly humming containment field.
On the ride over, on the Pavlova, it became clear he had just experienced a loss of someone close, but in her mind, that didn’t excuse his complicity in putting two worlds in danger. Luckily, she wasn’t the one with the responsibility of deciding his consequences. Just responsible for the safety of the crew and for his safe containment until he could be judged fairly and his actions weighed impartially.
In the other cell, Emzai spoke up malevolently.
Emzai: Thank you Toryn, I feel we should be on a first name term? Don't you think? :: to T'Fearne and Tzim-Shah:: I didn't catch your names or care to learn them.
The commander's demeanour was unimpressed, arms folded slowly across his chest, his rifle slung across his back.
Raga: Commander Raga, too you.
He looked at her. T’Fearne gave a slight shake of the head. She was disturbed by the emotions fluctuating off the woman, but she didn’t want to give the Emzai any indication that she was having an effect.
T'Fearne: :: neutrally:: You don’t know the names of all the people you tried to kill. You have no need to know mine.
T’Fearne glanced over at the Arkarian. He seemed to be in discomfort, but whether from mental or physical anguish, she couldn’t tell.
T'Fearne: :: continuing to Karai but including Emzai in her glance :: You are safe here. A medic will come shortly to tend to any injuries. Do you require something? Water?
Teelinar Responses
Emzai: I'm sure the Captain will want to see me soon but I'm patient. You don't live as long as I have without becoming incredibly comfortable with the passage of time.
People come.
People die.
People scream.
People cry.
Raga: I find it ironic, for all the goading you gave to your hireling about being forgotten that you’ll be nothing more than a cautionary tale. Another manipulative lunatic with an overdeveloped sense of vengeance.
Teelinar Responses
Emzai: Responses
The commander seemed to straighten to his full height and began reciting, his voice low and deliberate—words fell from his mouth like frigid stones, weighted with anger.
Raga: Ezmai the Mad.
Consumed by rage,
lost her mind to her husband,
vengeance her cage.
Outward she lashed, with scheme and bile
Willing to lay innocents on a pyre formed of Soliton fire.
A cautionary tale, but pity her naught
Emzai the Impotent, soon to be forgot.
He finished, staring at “Emzai the Mad”, unflinching.
The security officer listened carefully, standing back, being quiet and watchful.
Teelinar Responses
Emzai: Responses
Raga: Not my best work, I’ll admit but frankly, you aren’t worth the best effort.
T’Fearne gazed impassively over the room, her body at ease but her mind at attention. She was unable to shake the feeling, there was slight anticipation in the woman. The commander was more worrisome at the present moment as she tried to block out the random flashes of his tightly controlled anger.
Teelinar Responses
Emzai: Responses
Raga took a long, slow breath.
Raga: Whoever your master is that’s been helping you pull all this off, clearly has a great deal of knowledge about me. ::he scowled:: For all your disgust with the Federation, you should be thankful for their oaths. Were I still in the Al-Leyan military you’d be dead already.
He stepped back to his previous position a couple of feet in front of her cell and once again crossed his arms over his chest.
Teelinar Responses
Emzai: Responses
The commander abruptly left the room. T’Fearne felt a slight relief of pressure as the commander’s tightly controlled rage gained some distance. Though the odd fluctuating warped emotions still occasionally battered her mind, emanating from the detainees. As he had given no instructions to leave, T’Fearne remained with Tzim-Shah, breathing slowly and watching the prisoners with care.
A nurse arrived from the medical department to evaluate the condition of the prisoners at her request.
T'Fearne: This one may have physical injuries. :: Gesturing at Karai:: That one may need to be seen by the CMO and the chief counsellor, just conduct her the scans from out here.
Teelinar if any: Responses
Emzai if any: Responses
T'Fearne: You should accept the help, you won’t be ill-treated. But you do have the consequences of your actions to face ahead of you.
Teelinar if any: Responses
Emzai if any: Responses
T'Fearne: You will be given the opportunity for a fair and impartial trial. I can see if the ship's legal representative will meet with you to explain the process and your options?
She glanced between the two prisoners as the nurse finished attending to the Arkarian’s injury and nodded, expecting that sort of response.
Her comm chirped.
Raga: =/\= Ensigns T’Fearne and Tzim-Shah, report to the bridge. If you’re feeling up to it Tzim, and if you need to stop by sickbay for treatment or engineering for repairs to your arm by all means. We still have a colony in danger. Raga out. =/\=
T’Fearne flicked a glance at Tzim-Shah whose injuries seemed to be hindering him, and shook her head as she sensed a surge of stubbornness from the grizzled Tellarite.
T’Fearne: Don’t risk it. Go to sickbay and get yourself seen to.
Without lingering to see if her words would provoke a contrary response from the other security officer, the Vulcazoid turned on her heel on the smooth carpet and with a soft swish of the brig doors, was swiftly on her way to the bridge.
[Tags, You're it! / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14