Lt. JG T’Fearne - Grounds for Suspicion
Teayl Thorn
((Corridors, Deck 14, USS Ronin))
The Security officer stepped out with purpose, falling into step beside the Captain’s seemingly enthusiastic stride. Was it her imagination, or did his stride lengthen? She matched it. Did he speed up? She went faster.
Within seconds, they were flat-out running through the corridors of the ship in hot pursuit of the hapless crewman Carstairs.
They hit an intersection and skidded to a halt.
Niac: This corridor loops back around after about a hundred meters. If we go that way we'll cut them off.
T’Fearne pivoted, ready to dash toward the bow, until the Captain’s voice pulled her in another direction.
Niac: If I call for a security alert and we start snapping up forcefields this'll all have to be logged and that'll end up in Carstairs record. He's getting dangerously close to ending his career for a box of coffee beans...makes me think there's more going on here. The kid might be in real trouble. We have to figure out a way to talk to them...quietly...so we can sort this out and get our coffee back. Any ideas?
T’Fearne arrested her forward momentum, absorbing the Captain’s strategy as her cue for dealing with the situation. She felt her respect for Niac growing as she observed that his focus was on saving a lowly crewman’s career, if possible, rather than condemning and destroying it, even though Carstairs had run, giving clear signs of a guilty conscience.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin slightly. Proud of the Ronin, its security standards and in the Trill leading by example—proud to be part of the crew… his crew.
T'Fearne: We could run a security “spot test” on the forcefields. ::arched brow:: We could leave a deliberate gap, funnel him a little, let him believe he’s escaping while we guide him exactly where we want him? No—that would still cause confusion and a commotion. We can track him. He can’t go anywhere. ::tilts head:: But what happens after? If I’m reading you correctly, you don’t want him to end up in the brig or in an interrogation room just yet. You want an unofficial location? The Farm… or perhaps a shuttle?
She gestured towards the Shuttle bay.
Niac: That might work, the small craft all have separate systems and the Captain performing a spot inspection wouldn't be....too out of the ordinary. You know...I suddenly find myself with the desire to take the Captain's Yacht out for a bit of a joyride....think that'll work?
T'Fearne: Legally, I’m not sure. ::musing:: It might be worth checking with Lt. Morrow, especially if Crewman Carstairs is riding close to the edge of ending his career. On the surface—enjoy your joyride, sir.
Niac: Alright, then signal me when you catch up with him and I'll beam you both aboard to have a private conversation. Get moving. =/\= Niac to Bridge....Lt. Nicolau...inform the flight deck I want the Kurosawa prepped and ready to lift off in five minutes for an inspection flight. I'm on my way to the VIP bay now. Niac out. =/\=
T'Fearne: Yes, sir, I’ll only need a few minutes.
She took off, walking swiftly, making a few discreet calls as she angled toward her fleeing target.
((The Kurosawa, Endicronimas System))
The shimmering blue-white column of the site-to-site transport dissolved, revealing the interior of the Captain’s yacht. T’Fearne checked to see that her quarry had safely materialised, still secure in her grasp.
Niac: Response
The Security officer released the crewman's bicep. Carstairs stumbled backward, glancing around the confined space—no corridors to flee into, no conveniently open jefferies tube. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Exactly as intended.
Arms folded across her chest, stance balanced, T’Fearne addressed the Captain.
T'Fearne: I tracked him to the starboard DC/ES compartment on Deck 9. He was crouched beside the supply crate. I didn’t run a full scan, but the Kav’ten could be in there.
Niac: Response
The crewman had already been scooped up by the relentless Vulcazoid, and now he found himself trapped before the formidable figure of Captain Niac.
Carstairs: ::hanging head, voice cracking:: I…I’m sorry, Captain. I really messed up.
T'Fearne: ::calm, arms folded:: Then stop running from the consequences and start explaining them. We are giving you an opportunity and offering help, Crewman. Accept it.
Niac: Response
Carstairs: Response
[Tags / TBC]
OOC:
~ Crewman Carstairs is just a general NPC.
~ 1DC/ES compartment - Damage Control & Emergency Supply compartment.
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14