Star Trek: Starbase 777

And down she went through the hallway, towards the lift. May have been a race, but she took it a bit slower so that the Chief could keep up with her.

Was behind her though he was doing his best to catch up but, he was definitely not made for speed. He barely passed the running portion of the Starfleet medical evaluations it just isn’t fair sometimes small people are so quick.

he walked through the Security corridoor with his back straight, he looked straight ahead as he walked to his office

The mercs arrived on this deck, they quickly eliminated the security officers in the corridor as they made their way to the armory.

She walked into the corridor and drawed her rifle, setting it to heavy stun. She has had an incredible amount of rifle training throughout the years, starting when she was 9. She was confident she could take out a squad of mercs if needs be. Especially if she could get her hands on blades or spears. Anything melee related would be a goldmine at this moment in time. She peaked every corner to make sure she was in the clear, advancing towards the armoury.

She saw no one is was dead silent except for a few injuried Starfleet officers. It seems the Mercs were gone.

She reached the door of the Armoury and stood clear of it. She entered the access code and waited, trying to see if anything would happen.

The door opened though it seemed like the door would have opened if she had just pushed it. The lock had been disabled. Inside the armoury the place was completely emptied the mercs had left nothing. All the phaser riffles, phasers, plasma gernades, phaser mini-guns. Nothing was left but the racks where the weapons had been.

"For god's sake. Just goddamn perfect!" She called out before walking into the armoury.

17:03

She jogged down the hallway and towards the nearest transporter room.

She peeked around the corner and looked around, aiming her phaser to see what was out there.

There was what seemed to be a squad of mercs making there way to the jefferies tubes.

She smirked a little and whistled. "Yoo-hoo!~" And then she fired at them, catching them by surprise she hoped.

She did indeed she gunned down most of them before they could reach cover. The rest attempted to fire back though they couldn't seem to get a clear shot at her.

She kept on firing, aiming for their head with a heavy stun. Apart for the last one, that one got a nice light stun to make sure he fell to the ground and didn't fall to sleep.

She had taken them all out but one who lay there still awake.

She walked up to him and pulled the knife from his belt, tossing it away before putting the rifle to their head. "Where are the weapons, dear? I checked just a moment ago but they weren't there. So where are they?"

"On our ships, which are head back to finish of your ship and then the rest of the fleet, Starfleet is sending. You lose starfleet." He said as she spit up at her, using his last bit of strength to fire a shot of with his disruptor at her leg.

She grunted but bit through it for now, she then charged her phaser and blew it into his face. It may have been on stun, but it was still damned satisfying. "Gross." She said as she whiped the spit off of her face. "But at least I got myself some info." She scooted over to sit against the wall with her legs straight ahead, trying to check the damage.

Her leg was grazed by the shot it was not pretty most of the skin around it was burned. There was plasma burn mark so part of the shot did make contact with her skin. She needed a dermal regenerator.

Alright, not that bad. Just a burn. She got on her feet and limped her way to a nearby emergency medkit that was on the wall, ripping it off and opening it. She pulled out the dermal regenerator and started to treat herself when she sat back down. At least she was able to treat herself in this scenario. When she was done, she put the regenerator back and got up, bouncing up and down for a moment before checking out the bodies of the people she mowed down. Maybe they had a beacon, or a comm unit, or something of use.

They did have com devices some had been damaged by phaser fire but, most were intact.

She grabbed one that was intact and opened a channel to listen to any ongoing transmissions. Maybe she'd hear something of importance.

[Comms] "A fleet is dropping out of warp they aren't with us." The person on the line sounded nervous.

A fleet? Not with them? Well, that could mean anything. She lowered her voice a bit before speaking. "Do we know who they are?"

[Comms] "Not yet we are cloaking now. Communications silence from now on." (edited)

"Understood." They're cloaking. This is great! It means their shields are down! She hurried to the Jefferies tubes, maybe she could access the external sensors from engineering seeing all the consoles on the command deck got blown to bits.

He trudged to the training room and stepped through the door.

She had appeared from where ever she had been keeping herself occupied since the trial had happened. She walked with purpose towards the training room.

To the lifts.

Down to the security base she went.

He walked down the corridor to his office

She stepped off the turbo lift and walked over to the chief of security's office. She had knocked on the door.

00:58

she entered the office.

He walked to the training room

she had followed

A worried Ensign walked out side the brig looking for Lieutenant Whidbey.

Austin stepped into the hallway and headed in the direction of his office.

She had exited the training room and left for the turbolift, walking by a few officers.

"Oh, hello ensign."

“Hello sir….aahhh. Um….” He looked really nervous finally the young ensign managed to find the words. “Sir, the prisoner…the General is dead.”

Austin's smile left his face replaced by a serious look. "how the hell did she die?"

“She stole the other brig officers phaser and phasered herself before I could react to the situation. I am sorry.” He said as he looked to the ground disappointed in his actions.

He rubbed his face. "Is the brig officer okay?" He had a look on his face that screamed disappointment.

“He is fine sir just bruised. There is one person that met with her before she died. Lieutenant Voxellus was the only person to meet with her.” He said again looked to Austin.

He sighed rubbing his eyes. "Well atleast everyone is okay. Hopefully Voxellus got something out of her." He began to walk towards the brig gesturing for the Ensign to follow.

He followed after Austin with a quickened pace.

He marched down the hallway taking a second to direct a smile and a light salute in the direction of each officer he passed.

The officers he passed by saluted him back enthusiastically and respectful. They all were proud to have him leading them and they were ready to take on any challenges.

He walked down the corridor with Samantha.

And so she followed.

She entered the corridor and walks over to the brig, padd in hand.

She left the brig, staring down at the floor in thought as she walked over to the security base room.

He walked to the armory making haste.

22:23

Down the hallway he went.

She exited the security base and hurried to the turbolift.

The lift came to a halt and she stepped off, headed towards the COS office

He walked down the corridor towards his office.

He lead the way to the training room.

Still followed

Down the hallway!

To The Lifts!

To the Lifts!

She stepped out of the lifts and walked through the corridor until she arrived at the security base room in which she entered it.

To the base!

She exits the security hub and entered the corridor, walking through it to the turbolift.

He walked down the corridor.

She left the lift with a sigh and walked over to the security hub again to finish her investigation.

She left the security hub and walked through the corridor to the lifts.

She stepped off the lift and walked off to the brig

He walked down the corridor and chose to check on the brig.

To the WhidbeyCave (his office)

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To the lifts

To the training room!

She stepped off the lift and walked to the brig.

To the WhidbeyCave! (his office)

She stepped out of the security hub and entered the corridor, walking through it until reaching Lieutenant Whidbey's office.

She walked out of the office with a smile before going through the corridor until she reached the lift. She entered.

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She walked the lifts.

To the lifts!

Nova walked down the hall still in her ball gown to the brig, her pace was off balance and she seemed upset but she portrayed herself in a serious manner.

"How about we start the tour in the brig. One of my more interesting ensigns is working there right now."

"Sounds good constable."

"Let's go meet with Ensign Emin now. I didn't tell her you were coming by the way."

"Sounds good."

00:45

they entered the lifts.

TO THE BRIG!

He walked to his office.

DOWN THE CORRIDOR.

He walked into the main security base to see if anyone was in there.

She stepped to the corridor and waited outside for Austin.

He walked down the corridor to the lifts with her. "What has you in such high spirits today?"

“Hmm? Oh… I umm… no clue.” She smiled. “Funny how that works.”

He reached the lift and entered. "Well I'm glad to see you happy."

She stepped in behind him. “Well sometimes we just need to open up.”

He stepped into the security corridor and leaned against a wall monitoring the trafic in the room and taking note of general morale.

She entered the security corridor, stepping out of the lift with her attention on her padd.

He noticed Jes as she walked. As she walked past him he stepped off the wall to stand infront of her.

She looked up from her padd. "Hiya Whidbey, how you doing? I mean, uh Lieutenant."

He chuckled. "You still choose to call me Lieutenant?"

"I mean...that's what you are." She shrugged. "Anyway, what are you up to? I'm going to go work in the security base again and go look through some things."

He frowned that she wouldn't just call him by his name, he had hoped Clevenger had talked some sense into her. "Would you mind if I follow you, I'm not really up to much right now."

"Uh, sure Whidbey." She walked into the security base.

He walked in with her, happy she called him by his name.

To his office. Time to handle the most mundane of his duties (urgh): paperwork...

She happened to be getting off the lift at the perfect moment to see the other Lieutenant as she called out to him, holding out a secondary cup of coffee with a packet of creamer and sugar on the side. “Lieutenant. I was hoping to stumble into you.” The hand she offered happened to be her left, a prominent ring there that wasn’t there during their last match up.

"Commander Stone." He greeted shaking the offered hand. Following a brief glance at her finger he noted bluntly, "You are due to be married within the not-so-distant future. Are you not?"

After having passed the coffee over to him as well as the bag containing creamer and sugar so he could add it himself, she would shake his hand. "I am. We haven't set a date as of yet, but I haven't minded too much. We always knew that we would end up married eventually. Or I did. I'm glad to see how much he's grown since..." She shook her head as a hint of blush tinted her smile, "Look at me, I'm rambling. And how was your New Year's celebration? And Christmas?"

"They were pleasant." He muttered. He seemed a bit distracted, really, PADD in one hand and coffee in the other as he walked. "I spent my New Years' day shopping..."

She walked alongside him before gently nudging his shoulder, "What did you buy? And who did you go with?"

"Clothes." He replied. "The shopkeeper tried to peddle me a shirt the color of cooked salmon meat. What possessed him to do so I do not know." His brow furrowed considerably upon seeing what was upon the screen; clearly he wasn't happy with what he was reading. "I met lieutenant Maria who helped me out of that situation. I did not go with anyone per se."

"Mmmhmmm." She extended out the hum for a little longer than necessary as she took a sip from her cup. "Maybe next time I should take you and Marcus shopping. He's excellent at finding good quality and good deals." Her eyes looked down at his screen for a brief moment before back at his face, "You want a second opinion or are you just frowning for my benefit?"

He showed her the PADD screen; written upon it was a report by an ensign Joel Whitefield, which was absolutely riddled with spelling errors. "A second opinion is... not unwelcome." He replied flatly.

She read over the screen as quickly as she could before offering a weak smile, "He's a little confused, but he's got the spirit. Maybe we should run a session on how to use autocorrect and properly format reports? Could mask it as a logistics type check in so that it's not directly calling out this ensign."

"Ensign Whitefield's reports are normally absolutely error free." He replied with a shake of his head. More flicks of his finger showed many more reports of the same standard by different people, all ranked ensign. "I assume Starfleet standards exceed this - in fact they do." *

She frowned as she looked more seriously at the reports, "And you're telling me they aren't just drinking and hungover before they do their reports? What's going on with them?" She reached over to zoom in on one of the individual's reports where the numbers of what items were on board for a training session seemed to be misspelled and incorrectly formatted. "I think we may need to pull them in and get an understanding clear about what's going on here. If you don't mind me standing in on a meeting for your tacticians. I'd like to be present on the offhand that some may be deployed on the ship for various missions."

"Your presence is appreciated." Ughaz'udan slipped the PADD into his pocket, then reached for his commbadge. "I suggest you cover your ears or hide."

She raised her eyebrow but set her cup down on one of the handles against the wall, then reached up to cover her ears firmly.

Covering her ears did very, very little to dampen the yelling that followed: "All junior tactical officers and assigned supervising personnel have precisely five minutes to form up on the security ring, starting now. Latecomers will be punished severely." Trust a former Jem'hadar Second to enforce discipline like one, it seemed. God or whichever higher metaphysical entity save these good men and women... (edited)

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She could clearly hear him as she reached back over to hold her mug with both hands as she took another sip from it. "That's one way of doing it. But in my opinion, a little too easy. Five minutes? I would have given them three." She gave him a smile that would disarm any other man who didn't know just what her position was and how she got it.

"I am being generous." He stated. "I gave my crew aboard the Temer thirty seconds." Dark blue eyes watched disdainfully as scores of personnel, about thirty people in all, varying in rank from ensign to junior lieutenant, piled out of the turbolift in uniform, in varying states of put-togetherness (and sadly inebriation, judging by the behavior of some) and formed (attempted) tight lines on both sides of the corridor. One very obviously drunk man doubled over and threw up too. Suffice to say the sight was absolutely distasteful to the eye. Ughaz'udan proceeded to walk down to the line, sternly meeting them all in the eyes. "Disgraceful, all of you." He snarled. "Pathetic. You-" He stopped in front of a practically quivering blond-haired lady, "Your commbadge. Where the hell is it?" "In my quarters, sir!" She whimpered. "In your bloody quarters." He repeated. "And I see your attitude has also been left in your quarters - and that goes for all of you!" Addressed to the rest of the crew as well, of course...

02:39

About fifteen minutes of brusquely pointing out the entire corridor's mistakes later he stopped at the end of the corridor - which hardly made his yelling any less audible from where Hanna presumably stood. If anything it'd spiked up in volume. "Miserable standards from all of you. You are officers, all of you, future leaders. If you cannot maintain even these simple standards, take off your rank insignia and throw them away. You don't deserve to lead anyone." One more baleful look over the entire corridor later he issued one more order: "Knock it down, all of you. One hundred. You have two seconds." He watched with some small measure of amusement as the entire corridor dropped to their hands and feet in push-up position. (edited)

She continued to drink her coffee, using both hands to hold it as if her hands were cold, but in actuality, she was utilizing it to mask her disappointment in the crew and her amusement as Ughaz'udan called out everything she would have. She walked down the length of the hallway after the various commissioned officers started their push ups, careful to ensure a steady click of her heels as she watched them critically, stopping in front of the individual who could barely stand, much less do any push ups. She clicked her tongue before gently nudging one of his hands, causing him to fall on his stomach with a groan. "Name and rank, officer." Her voice was extremely professional, leaving no room for emotion, but this seemed to suck whatever warmth her appearance might have given right out of the room. The implication of her making a mental note about placing a note in their file was very blatant.

"Ensign uhhh..." The human threw up with a groan seeming absolutely out of it.

"Pull him up!" He ordered the Andorian on his hands and feet next to him. "Disgusting. Down! If I see anyone's knees on the floor we start from zero." Then he glanced back at Hanna with a disappointed shake of his head. "If he were in my unit six months ago he'd be shot." He muttered, uncaring that the poor human could hear.

She frowned as she shook her head slightly, then paused again in front of one of the few individuals who were actually committing to the push ups and effectively. "Lieutenant, I want you to go into every room on this floor, check it for anything that would be out of regulation, make note of it, and ensure that anything not up to standard is removed or fixed within the next hour. If anything is out of place, I will personally be placing a note in the files of those who are involved either as the perpetrator or the individual who didn't report it. Do not hold anything back in the report as this will directly reflect on you."

The poor man stood up and sped off, knocking into the doorway of the first room he tried to enter and falling over. Maybe he was too tired or drunk or both. Oops.

He pulled up the person next to that one, "I will be amending the duration given by commander Stone to ten minutes. Go!" He watched as the person sped off in a panic.

She rubbed her nose in annoyance before continuing down the path of ensigns and lieutenants as her eyes remained critical of each of their movements before nodding her permission to the Lieutenant's comment. "I approve of the amendment." She moved to stand beside Ughaz'udan, taking another sip of her coffee before frowning, "If anyone so much as smells of perfume that contains alcohol for the next week, they will be getting a direct meeting with the commander and not in a positive way."

"I... did not know that perfume contained alcohol.' He admitted, softly enough so that only she could hear. The rest didn't need to know that embarrassing fact. When the last one had finished and gotten back on their feet he walked back down the corridor, once more meeting each of their tired eyes - which is to say, all of them. "Now. Would anyone care to explain to me why, having read all of your reports, that they are full of errors not even a first year cadet would make - and not proofread by any of the supervising personnel I assigned? Anyone?" The entire corridor fell silent.

She cleared her throat before addressing the room, hiding the smirk from the admission that the Lieutenant had given, "You're commander has requested an answer. I am also curious about the difference in behaviour that I've observed and the blatant disregard of rules found here on the starbase. Would anyone care to explain? I will give the first speaker a free pass to say what they think, however, if no one speaks up, then it will be assumed that you are all aware of how poorly this reflects on your perceptions on Starfleet standards."

The person Ughaz'udan had sent off earlier returned at this point and spoke to the Jem'hadar himself, who left with him to personally inspect the rooms. ~~This was also totally not a way to make things easier for his writer.~~ (edited)

04:32

One of the ensigns shifted on her feet, swallowed and coughed (presumably from a dry throat) before speaking up at last: "Working for lieutenant Ughaz'udan is extremely stressful." She admitted, "He expects such pinpoint accuracy and standards it makes us feel like we're walkin' on eggshells, ma'am. We... we... need breaks too. We ain't Jem'hadar like he is, we can't keep working round the clock to keep things the way he likes them like he can..."

04:36

"A lil' bit of praise or compliment would also be nice." Muttered another.

She looked over the group of commissioned officers before speaking up in her usual tone, softening it around the edges. "Everyone up and on your feet. I want two Lieutenants to go and make everyone a strong pot of coffee. There will be some new rules and regulations that will come out for you all. I will personally be overseeing the scheduling of work shifts and breaks. Accuracy and standards are set by Starfleet, if you have any questions as to this, come see me or the Lieutenant directly. The behaviour of drinking away problems are unacceptable. As is the disappointing amount of you who don't have the time to revise your reports before sending them." Her tone was warm, but it definitely held that disappointment that only moms and older siblings could give, one that made you want to stare at your feet until you could feel like you've apologized enough to stare back at their eyes. "I want all ensigns to be in their bunks by the start of the night shift, lights off and asleep. You may have only water and my own preselection of food items for the next three days until you are fully rested and energized. Lieutenants, you will have rotating shifts for the next three days until the ensigns are fully rested. Afterwards, you will have your own three days fully off with the same regulations. I will be speaking with Lieutenant Ughaz'udan about these protocols and ensuring that all new standards are to be equal on both the starbase and the ship. Everyone is to have a cup of coffee, clean their rooms and appearance, have a cool shower of no more than thirty minutes, and a meal that will be selected for you. Anything that is restricted will be removed from your rooms and work areas unless you wish for me to personally discuss this with you. I will also be informing Medical personnel about this situation for those who may need assistance in this change. Keep in mind that I will be requesting that anonymous reports of what is discussed be made relevant

04:47

to me if it is something that needs to be further addressed in another meeting. You're all dismissed to complete this." Hanna would move towards where Ughaz'udan had been directed, gesturing for him to meet her in the #cto’s-office.

She walked out the door towards the lifts.

She stepped off the lift and made her way to the main security suite.

She headed to the lifts.

Swiftly he marched onto his office with Almasi, matching his speed.

He walked quickly alongside Whidbey, adjusting his uniform a bit.

She made her way down to the lift with the Crewman in tow- hopefully.

He followed her... hopefully.

She made her way to the brig, humming to herself.

Feeling a bit more confident about this decision, Maks headed to the security chief's office. With a moment's hesitation, he knocked on the door.

Connor swiftly brought the group to the brig.

She, again, followed.

Heinrich made his way down the corridor, he passed the brig. He wanted to go inside, as he thought after the altercation that young Ensign would be in the brig by now, surely. Instead he made his way to the #combat-training-suite

Styre walked down the corridor into the brig.

He swiftly lead the way to his office.

Styre walked alongside the lieutenant

She headed for Whiddy's office.

She led the way to the Lieutenants office.

She led him to the brig to pick up Ota.

The Ferengi exited the turbolift and walked down the hallway towards the COS' office.

Outside she waited for the two to step out before leading them to the lift.

14:27

The doors hissed open to #turbolift

She had followed them out into the corridor, still holding Jack's hand.

He wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head over her shoulder as he walked. Every so often she would feel the moisture of one of his tears hit her on the shoulder.

Finally, she went into the security corridor. And made her way to the security office, chiming the bell.

She waited for Ota to follow before continuing.

Having ridden in the lift, she stepped off and followed Nova.

She made her way to the cos office and rang in.

The Ferengi exited the COS' office and headed down to the armoury, entering it when she got there.

He had been waiting outside the office door and walked to the armory with her.

Dagis exited the armoury, now equipped with her Type-2, and headed down the hall to the turbolift.

She trailed in down the hall into the lift after her.

He continued to follow along.

To the lifts!

After a pleasant ten minute nap, it was time for Kassell to meet up with his commanding officer. Therefore, after an overview of the map of the station, he was able to figure out where the CTO's office was. The turbolift he was on opened, and he stepped out. He nodded to some people who passed by. As usual, they had intrigued looks on their faces but went about their day anyway. Hopefully today would go smoothly so he could settle in easier. But if there's anything the academy taught him, it was to expect the unexpected. He kept on walking down the corridor.

At some point in time, Georgia passed by the Cardassian. She was in her bright red uniform, her hair loosely hanging over her shoulder. She was on her way to the security base in hopes to find some information about recent conflicts. That info isn't exactly easy to gather through normal communications after all. When she passed the Cardassian she gave a smile band a nod, but stopped a second after and turned to face him. "Lieutenant Arrek, was it? The new Assistant Chief?" It seemed she read the updated crew roster.

When Georgia passed by, Kassell donned the standard Cardassian uniform from the boots to the shoulder pads. He nodded back with a small smile, but then heard her voice a couple seconds later. He turned and locked eyes with his fellow Lieutenant. Although, he preferred his Union rank. "Yes. Although, I prefer Glen Kassell when referring to me formally." he also looked at the crew roster before leaving his quarters, realizing who he was talking to. "And you're Lieutenant Hill, the Tactical Advisor and Strategist. It's good to meet you." he said, extending his hand.

She gave a nod and smiled at the man, taking his hand and giving it a surprisingly firm shake. "Glen Kassell it is, pleased to meet you." She said in both a cheerful yet formal tone. What he didn't know however is that she didn't exactly know how to feel about the Cardassian in front of her. They were allied to the Dominion once, occupied her home with the Jem'hadar. Now both her chief and assistant chief were part of the people that caused suffering to many. Though that was a feeling she'd confront later, now was a time for formalities, not old horses.

Kassell shook firmly as well, remembering the day when his father taught to shake like a man. Unbeknownst to Georgia, her assistant chief couldn't help but wonder if someone would despise his presence on the station. Given the history between his people and the Dominion, anyone was bound to grow uncomfortable. However, he wasn't going to be the first to bring it up. For now, he was the liaison and assistant chief tactical officer. And that's all he would worry about right now. "Tell me, Lieutenant. I will be having my first meal here today whenever I am hungry. Any suggestions on where to go to eat?" he asked.

She shook her head at the question. She didn't go out much when it came to food, she mostly cooked herself. She did have a kid to feed after all. "I'm afraid not. I don't go out much." She responded, letting go of the other's hand and putting them behind her back, the formal smile remaining on her face.

How unfortunate. But there were many others who could recommend him a place. Or perhaps he would just feel them out himself when off duty. Well, time was ticking, and he had a task to finish. "Thank you anyway. Carry on." he said, giving one final nod before turning to continue towards the CTO's office.

"No problem, sir. Glad to be of help." She said with a bright smile, giving a nod in return and making her way down the hallway again. She wasn't all too sure how to feel about this one, but time would tell.

She shot from the lift and ran to the security base to figure out what was happening.

He barreled down the hallway to his office.

She burst out of the security base and made her way to the armouries.

23:17

She rushed out and made her way to the turbolift.

Kassell ran down the hallway to the main armoury.

He jogged back to the turbolift.

She made her way to the security base.

Back to the lift.

She guided the Reman out of the turbolift and into the #deleted-channel .

Whidbey came into the corridor through the tubes. After he placed the cover back on the hatch he headed for the interegation room.

He was not really thinking about his actions as he gestured for Emin to follow him into his office.

She stood outside for a moment before realizing he wanted her to follow him and sped up to catch up with him.

He normally took his time walking down the corridor offering a smile smile any officers he passed but today he couldnt manage that, instead he quickly walked down the corridor refusing the make any eye contact with any of his security officers.

He made his way down the hall and to the brig.

“How many orders are you gonna give! Do you honestly think we’re listening?!” He barked back at the CTO. “You know what? That’s it!” He said stopping the line in his tracts. The officer then turned on the CTO and had begun striking him as hard as he could, sure there was pain from Ughaz’s scales and whatnot, but he didn’t give and damn, he just needed something to hit- since he was fired anyways, he may as well make use of Ughaz as a punching bag.

Jay spun around his weight from across his body and landed a hit on Ughaz'Udan straight in the gut, the 210 pound Buhner hit him with enough force that even Ughaz would have to pause for a moment.

Escort them yourself, Whidbey had said, yes, I can, he himself had said. Bah humbug, apparently, considering how he was now being beaten up by two of his own (very) drunk crew. Buhner's blow to his stomach winded him and landed him straight on his knees, vision swimming and starry and breath hitching and hacking.

He stood in terror as the Jem’Hadar was now on his knees. Oh shit.. “Th-this never woulda’ happened if you had let us drink whenever we wanted to!” He looked at Jay. “I don’t know about you. But I’m going!” He whipped about and made a B-line for the turbolift. But not before kicking Ughaz in the gut again. Whoever said you shouldn’t kick a man when he’s down? It just feels too good! He turned around to look at Jay. “Are ya coming or what?” He said, adrenaline had over come the drunk ness but he was still woozy.

Jay ran off with him. "Yeah, there is no way I'm taking the wrap for this. I guess starfleet wasn't working out for me anyways." He yelled as he quickly booked it for the lift. "Let's get out of here... friend." He said as he finally entered the lift.

"Computer! Halt and lock all base turbolifts. Now!" He gasped through the swimming vision and nausea. "Authorization-" He never finished his sentence. The last thing he recalled seeing anf feeling was the ground rushing up to meet him and the hard crack of his nose on the deck plates.

The computer met Ughaz with a confused chimed. “Please restate authorization code.” But it was too late, the two had already entered the lift.

While tapping on a padd making his way down the corridor, something caught Kassell's eye as he looked up. His eyelids shot open before tapping his wrist-comm and jogging over to Ughaz'udan, leaning down over his his body. [Comms] "Kassell to sick bay, medical emergency on the Constabulary Ring!"

Whidbey ran out of his office into the corridor. Though he obviously wasn't on great terms with Ughaz'udan he still fretted at seeing the hulk of a man injured like that. "What the hell happened? Is he okay?"

The Jem'hadar grunted and began to stir, coughing wetly as he tried to use his arms to pull himself upright.

"I do not know. I was just looking over my padd and found him here." he said, helping the Lieutenant to sit upright. "Sir, what happened?"

He ran off to quickly go grab a medkit off the wall. He began doing his best to treat the Jem'hadars wounds. "I'll try my best to treat you for now."

"Lllll- Lieutenant Buhner- c-c-crewman McChad... attacked..." Ughaz'udan doubled over and began to cough, expelling little spot of orangey amber blood onto the carpet. Oh, dear. Now that was pretty bad news. "...Wh. Where-"

Kassell listened to Ughaz'udan mutter out a couple names. Buhner and McChad. Sounded like names that were on... oh no. Once Arrek started to guess what possibly happened, his brows furrowed and teeth gritted. "I don't know. But they will be found." he said. He then looked at Lieutenant Austin. "Has anything else happened regarding two tactical personnel?" he asked, helping with the medkit if he could.

He nodded. "They are currently in the Runabout Gillespie, trapped there. I've got security on the way and there is no way in hell they could possibly get through the door."

"Good..." Ughaz'udan lay down with his head on the floor, orange blood dripping out of his mouth. He felt squishy inside and that wasn't good. "Neither of you deserve to see me this way." He growled hoarsely. Yep, his throat was definitely hurting. "I-"

He looked down at him. "Don't worry I won't hold it against you. I should've found a way to free up some men to help you." He looked down dissapointed that he had allowed this situation to get so chaotic.

Kassell listened to Ughaz'udan speak. Just by his words, he knew he hated being seen vulnerable like this. "I'm going to the runabout. I trust you can care for him until medical arrives, sir." he said, standing up to head to the armory.

"Maybe... being here has made me weak." He grunted. "I have fought off... Hur'q... Iconians... and what brings me down... two. Drunk. Crewmen. Shameful."

He shrugged as a doctor arrived with full trauma bag. "They had the jump on you, suprise can be quite a rude advantage. Plus two to one isn't a great bet even if you are bigger then both of them."

"You don't understand." He growled back. "I should have been able to defend myself. I am trained to deal with these, I-" Another coughing fit.

The doctor nudged his way in to begin treating the Jem'hadar's wounds. "You shouldn't talk so much. It look like you may have gotten a few bruised organs."

Ughaz'udan fell silent, quietly stewing in his own severely bruised pride.

He gave the Ughaz a painkilling hypospray. "You should be fine, you'll just need a couple days downtime. You might want to take it easy for a little bit after that but bruised organs generally heal on their own."

Downtime? Downtime!? Again!? Ugh. He hated downtime - and the displeased expression he had was absolutely indicative of that. "Fine." He growled. No use arguing with medical personnel in his experience.

Whidbey offered a hand to the Lieutenant. "Here allow me to help you out. I'm so sorry that I couldn't get you medical treatment before."

"No. No. I can support myself-" With a pained grunt and wince he forced himself to a sitting position, then stood up leaning against the wall with one hand.

The doctor tried to block him in the action. "No, no you need to go easy on your body, Really the organs are quite fragile things. They won't heal properly unless you allow them to to."

"Fine! Fine..." Reluctantly he sat back down on the floor with a grunt. He still felt light-headed, dammit. "May I at least return to my quarters so that I may save myself further embarrassment?"

He nodded. "Absolutely, that would be the best place for you to go. We will probably need to check back up on you but, as long as you get some R and R you will be better soon." He chuckled. "Personally I would love a couple days to relax." He then did his best to help the massive Lieutenant up.

Poor Ughaz'udan did his best not to lean on the human; even in this period of weakness the least he could do was maintain his dignity and hold himself upright as they walked to the turbolift.

The doctor silently escorted the Lieutenant into the lift.

Jes and the others including Kassel stepped out of the turbolift with the two unconscious officers and made their way to the brig. The other security officers except one leaving, the one who stayed carried one of the unconscious men and brought him to the brig as well.

He followed Jes into the brig.

He took up a position immediately next to the brig door. He tried his best to listen through the thick metal door but it was nearly impossible. Almost everything he'd be able to here would be at best hushed and distorted.

Kassell gave a nod to Austin while walking out. "Lieutenant." he acknowledged, making his way to the turbolift.

He nodded and waited around for Jes. He wanted to talk to her again for a moment.

She stepped out of the brig too and nodded to the Lieutenant before starting toward the security base.

He followed her into the security base.

He walked down the corridor to the lifts.

He exited the security base and muttered something as his PADD informed him of a message, he took it out and stepped to the side of the hall, no longer walking (And using common sense) to read the message

Sam made her way down the hallway in uniform, going at a regular pace. When she saw the Ensign in yellow, she smiled and gave a wave. "Hello ensign, how are you?"

He looked up from the PADD and quickly shut it off and shoved it under his arm when he saw the pips "I am doing alright ma'am." He said with a nod as he spoke in a rough voice, looking up at the woman, he was around 5'3" in height and his frame was light and nimble

"Good to hear!" She said with a grin before extending her hand towards the crewmember. "I'm Lieutenant Samantha Voxellus, pleased to meet you, Ensign...?" She raised her eyebrow slightly at the man, a soft smile remaining on her face.

"Oskar Weber ma'am..." He said, taking her hand and shaking it firmly "Pleased to meet you ma'am." He said, not returning the smile, his face almost emotionless except for the eyes, they betrayed tiredness and maybe even a very slight hint of brokenness

"Just Samantha, or Sam, please." She said with a grin, looking at the ensign with a more keen eye for a moment before speaking up again. "You seem rather tired, Ensign Weber. Have you been getting enough sleep as of late?"

"Yes ma'am... just been a few restless nights, first posting." He added that first bit on as an excuse, it had been more than a few days, more along the lines of five, moving on to six days of sleeplessness, but nerves seemed the best way to add credit to his lowball

"You've been relaxing, yes? Gone for a walk, took some time off on the holodeck?" She said as she raised her eyebrow slightly. She may not be a medical officer, but she did worry about the health and safety of her crew.

"I have been, reading and watching a movie occasionally" He couldn't bring himself to go to a holodeck, He still watched movies, that's what he had in the holodeck he grew up in, it was kind of comforting to just watch a movie

"Right. Maybe it would be smart to drop by medical one day, get some sleeping aids." She said with a smile. "It may help you sleep better- well, it probably will."

"I may end up doing that ma... Sam..." He said awkwardly, cutting off the 'ma'am' halfway through and replacing it with the desired name, he wasn't used to calling higher ranks anything but their rank or sir or ma'am. "I probably if I have trouble tonight..."

"Do that. Trust me when I say it'll be better for you." She said with a slight pat on his shoulder. "Anyhow, I should get to the security base, start my shift. If you have any questions, feel free to give me a call, Ensign!" She gave a bright smile and a nod before walking off. "Buh-bye!"

"Have a good day ma'... Sam." He said, once more catching himself from using ma'am. He gave her a nod before pulling the PADD back out and finishing reading the message before shutting it off once more and leaving

[D]He appeared outside the COS office and buzzed

Aella made her way out of Ughaz'udan's office and down the corridor. Now where to? Maybe the bar to try some of the various foods. She couldn't taste anything, but maybe they had interesting textures. She still couldn't see a thing but she knew she was heading in the right direction towards the bar.

To the turbolift.

She made her way to the security base.

To the lifts.

She made her way to the training room.

He quickly jogged down the corridor.

She walked to the CTO's office

Haydon rushed towards the Intel station, opening it with his code and entered.

Heinrich pulled off the lift, walking with a purpose to the armory.

Kassell exited the turbolift and made his way to the main armoury fast.

Jessil stepped out of the turbolift and made her way to the security base.

Ah. Yes. Good. This was great. Yellow alert. It wasn't as if she'd been doing anything important - but it was some reason for alarm, since it had been announced so suddenly. This was fine. Absolutely fantastic. Well, if it was all going to shit, it was high time to get into the Security base and get geared up. The turbolift doors opened with a hiss, and the metal woman pushed out of it's comparatively cramped space and into the hallways, her boots thudding powerfully on the floor while she made her way for the Security base, as ordered.

He bolted down the corridor and to the armory.

Down the corridor.

Kassell exited the room with tactical ensigns behind, seeing Ughaz'udan making his way to the armoury. "Sir, I have ordered tactical personnel to all key locations just like you ordered. I myself am going to engineering to defend it."

After telling Ughaz'udan what he did, Kassell made his way to the turbolift. Once he heard the announcement, he made sure to put his rifle on a rotating frequency since it was the Borg. Great, the Borg. How fun.

The Borg. A truly vicious opponent. Ughaz'udan walked into the turbolift after him.

"You would be surprised, I am still getting used to opening up."

She kept walking towards the armoury. "It doesn't surprise me... it concerns me."

"When you have been trained to never trust people but yourself and your group, you don't do that. At the Academy I was known to a lot of the cadets as the 'one man army' due to me being able to do almost everything they could. Now that my group is gone adjusting back to trusting other individuals is very hard. You don't trust them at first, but you eventually do. Eventually you'll trust them. However, with me, it takes longer to trust the people around me."

"I'm not saying I don't understand Heinrich... but how am I supposed to make this work if I can't get you to tell me the simplest things bothering you?"

"I will open up to you. Eventually.."

"I would hope so."

Heinrich stood in front of the armory. "Well..here we are.."

"Yes, it would seems so..."

"Well uh.."

"Well... I uh... have ..." She thought... "um.... nothing..."

Heinrich brought her into a kiss. "Thats all we need to say."

*After walking out of the chiefs office, haydon walked towards the lift. Passing this...crazy couple. As he stepped into the lift."

"Very well. Have a good day love." She gave him another quick kiss.

Heinrich nodded as he Marched into the armory.

She returned to the lift.

Down the corridor

Down the corridor.

Down the hall again..

Vince had no recollection of what had happened upon him leaving sickbay. In truth, much of what had happened there was already difficult to recollect, enveloped in a haze. For a good while he had paid no heed to where he was going, blinding anger fuelling his route and head too busy dealing with a thousand frustrated thoughts a minute to even begin to contemplate what he was doing. The adrenaline had worn off, however, and rather swiftly too. A quick-march set to burn away the frustration had slowed to unsteady and uncertain footsteps, legs aching from multiple laps around decks he had never been to before; and head spinning, still feeling as though he was a spectator to his own actions instead of being in control of them. That unsteady gait, ashen complexion, and haggard appearance had caught the eye of multiple people who knew him that spotted him along the way -- but questions of concern didn't register until almost ten seconds later, like his brain simply wasn't keeping up. The corridor was practically deserted as he stepped out of the turbolift now and began a slow, unsteady trek down the corridor's left-hand side. All of the Security officers were out dealing with a myriad of issues across the station: a large-scale bar fight, a holodeck incident, a shoplifter, a lost child... It wasn't as if Vince knew - nor did he even know that they had been called for him - but it was at the Security deck that he had ended up anyway despite not having put any thought into it. Part of his subconscious mind, it seemed, knew what needed to happen next and was content to hand himself in... If there were any officers to hand himself over to.

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It was only a short moment that passed before footsteps could be heard approaching from behind the Lieutenant, getting closer and closer until he eventually overtook entirely by a Ferengi in a yellow uniform, who quickly turned to block his path and face him. Strangely enough it wasn’t anyone from Security, but Dagis. She looked up at the taller man, making eye contact with him as a concerned look slowly crept through her usually stoic expression. “You don’t look so good.” The woman said in a surprisingly soft, but completely knowing tone. She slowly crossed her arms across her chest (which wasn’t the most normal thing for her to do) in a not so much an angry way as just an attempt to put her arms somewhere. “Would you care to explain, Lieutenant Ferrufino, why you’re down here and what caused you to come to the Constabulary Ring? Or should I say… Would you like to talk about it?” She asked, almost sounding like a counsellor herself at this point, her tone conveying a genuine level of concern and care for the man stood in front of her, which was in stark contrast to how she usually spoke.

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The others he had passed on the way here had been ignored solely because it was like he was hearing their words ten seconds after they had spoken. It felt like that strange sort of delay in processing what had been said, like time wasn't functioning correctly. What was different this time was that the person speaking to him seemed to be persistent. When she stopped it forced him to come to a sudden halt as well, knocked out of the sway of an unsteady gait which was becoming familiar solely because he had been walking ever since leaving the medical bay, not knowing what else to do. Stood there, swaying on the spot ever so slightly, he could do nothing but blink as he tried to work out exactly what had happened to help fend off that vague disassociation. Ah - Dagis. Trying to keep up with her words still felt impossible, a vague ringing in his ears and the sound muffled - but the few things that he did pick up on at least made the situation a little more clear. This was the Constabulary Ring. Yes, that made sense... That made perfect sense. He managed to meet Dagis's gaze then -- but brown eyes still seemed unfocussed, distant. "I... need to speak to someone here. Creo... I think -- that they'll be looking for me."

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“They are, but they can wait.” Dagis responded just as softly as before, maintaining eye contact as she did. She frankly couldn’t care less about what Security wanted right now. As it is, if they deemed the Lieutenant enough of a priority they would already have found him by now. The Ferengi looked behind her briefly, recalling seeing a bench of sorts in the corridor the two could go and sit at. She looked back at Vincent before speaking again. “Why don’t we sit down and you give yourself a minute? I saw how you were walking, and you’ve clearly been walking for a while.” She added, almost seemingly trying to force herself to sound like a counsellor. She hoped the one thing this man would understand the most would be self care logic. All while speaking the woman was internally planning just how to handle Security if they decided to show up right now. They always seemed very heavy-handed, which was exactly what wasn’t needed right now.

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"I don't think that's a good idea," he replied, voice already wavering. It had already conveyed the breathlessness from that continued panic-inducing sense of dissociation, and the weariness from the anger-fuelled adrenaline shone through: but now you could hear the emotion building behind his words. The anger had been snuffed out, it seemed, and the guilt was already rushing in rapidly to take its place. His gaze slid past Dagis to the corridor beyond. While it was deserted now, that could change at any given moment. It was only with a very purposeful few breaths in and out that he managed to stop his voice from wavering - some further clarity returning with the act. "I don't want you to get in trouble too. I... I did something wrong. Something bad, something hurtful-" He paused, running a hand through his hair in an effort to fight back the exasperation - the back of his hand notably covered in a multitude of scratches, some of which had finally managed to break through the skin. "I am not a violent person. I would never wish to cause harm to someone, never- I don't know what I'm doing..."

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“Well I think it’s a good idea. And you don’t need to worry about me getting in trouble. Talking to you is far from breaking any rules, and you aren’t required to turn yourself in or anything like that right now.” Dagis said in a continued gentle and soft tone. “My priority is your mental wellbeing right now, not what Security wants.” It didn’t take a genius to notice the scratches, or to work out just what had caused them. Despite this, the Ferengi decided to not bring them up right now. Vincent wasn’t exactly bleeding to death, so they could wait. “I know you’re not violent, Lieutenant, which is why I want to help you. You’re experiencing a lot of different emotions right now, and the thing you need at this exact moment is support, and not to just be locked away in the brig. Come and sit down with me.” The woman added in the same tone, although now with less of a knowing element and more of the tone of a concerned friend. Dagis didn’t know the man that well at all, but she knew something was wrong for this to be happening.

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If anything, what compelled Vince to be lead over to the benches outside of the training room - normally reserved for those waiting to go in and shoot at things or best one another in physical combat, how ironic - was Dagis's tone. It was one of those sorts of tones of voice that was used in situations where a person was out of it enough that you had to be firm to make them listen, but actively show your concern to ensure that they were aware you weren't just trying to force them to do something for no reason -- you were doing it out of legitimate worry. It was a tone of voice that he used almost on the daily, reserved for those difficult situations that you had to coax a person out of... Difficult situations that had become more frequent as of late, and one that he had seemingly found himself in now. He might have considered how ironic it was had his mind not been preoccupied with handling countless other thoughts at present. 777_divider

09:45

Vince was silent as he trailed along behind Dagis, focussed on just following her carefully through the haze that still remained in his perception of their surroundings. Taking a seat beside the Operations officer was done via more of a slump downwards than anything. He laced his fingers together tightly from where hands were positioned in his lap, leaning his head back against the wall with a weary sigh. "I don't... Understand what I did. And I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. If I get removed from duty, I'm letting too many people down. Our patients, my colleagues: we're understaffed as it is. There are too many people aboard this station currently in need of assistance for us to lose a member of staff." The awful part was that perhaps he was now included in that number - maybe he had been for months. Him, who had been a counsellor for two years now and only had two until he was qualified as a psychiatrist. Him, relapsing. The irony was ever-present and cruel. "If I am court martialled, who else do I let down? But then -- both are a necessity. Both are deserved."

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As Vincent sat down Dagis had prepared herself for him to somehow miss the bench entirely and have to catch him, but thankfully that didn't happen, so she relaxed a little as she listened to what he said, her own hands placed in her lap as she sat at an angle to partially face him, still trying to maintain her side of the eye contact. The more the Lieutenant spoke the more Dagis started thinking she understood what happened from his perspective. Red mist, probably from stress and trauma. It frankly made total sense to the Ferengi and she wasn't that surprised. "Well... I think what you're supposed to do now is just to talk about it. To talk about how you feel. Something triggered you to act the way you did, even if you didn't mean it, and I want to help you figure out what. I want to help you understand what happened, because the worst feeling is not knowing why you did what you did..." The woman said gently, the volume at which she spoke slowly decreasing near the end of the sentence, trailing off. "...I should know." She added after a slight pause, her eyes slowly turning away from the man besides her as she spoke, her mind flashing back to various memories, before quickly snapping back to the subject at hand, her eyes once again fixed on Vincent. "We don't need to focus on court martials right now. That's a problem for later you. Current you has something far more important to focus on and process." She said just as softly as before.

"No, ma'am, respectfully; no, I don't." He spoke with his head still back against the wall, eyes closed as if it might stave away the lingering feeling of dissociation and panic and just... Everything, really. "When a person is about to be apprehended their main concern is with that - not with mentally working through the run-up to the situation which caused them to be apprehended. That comes later." Part of him wanted to appreciate the Lieutenant Commander's efforts - but the other part knew that there was a place and a time, and right now was not the correct one. He would have time to reflect and process this all when he was behind a holofield in the brig, no? And besides... He didn't feel particularly capable of fully talking through anything right now, vision still blurry and ears still ringing and feeling as if his thought process was miles away. It was only a conscious effort to listen that kept him focussed, using Dagis's words like a lifeline. ...Maybe what was pertinent right now wasn't talking through it, or handing himself in, it was just about trying to become grounded in reality again. It had been years since he had wound up in a panic attack like this - to the point of disassociating for however long it had been. Yes -- calming down probably came first. (He knew it did, really.) "I'm... Sorry. I'm sorry. I don't mean to argue, really I..." Vince paused then and open both eyes to actually look to Dagis, just slightly to the side. A very wobbly not-quite-there-smile was offered. "Need to get my head straight."

The Ferengi slowly nodded in response, maintaining a caring look of concern as she did. Honestly, she had never really known how to help someone in situations like this, so she always tried to just suggest things and go off the other person's reaction to what she said. Dagis was really in over her head with this, but she knew she had to try and help, because she didn't think anyone else would. Especially not the people she had thus far dealt with from Security. "You don't need to apologise, Lieutenant. Really." The woman said softly, offering the slightest hint of a smile in return as she did. "I want what's best for you right now, so if you just want to sit here and just... Be here, and let yourself do whatever you need to do, that's okay. We can do that." She said, before taking a moment to think. She really had no idea what to say right now that could be of any help. "I'm sorry I'm not saying a lot of useful advice right now. Truth be told I'm out of touch with how to help people in these sorts of situations." She said with a slightly forced chuckle. Out of touch was an understatement. "You're the person most people go to for help, so the fact you might need some yourself might feel weird or concerning to you, but that's okay." She said softly, still maintaining the eye contact.

"It's... Not odd, being on this side of things," he replied, and the statement was truthful despite his voice quieting. "I've been on this side of things before. It would be hypocritical for me to say I should be better than this. People say it all the time - 'oh, I'm not the sort of person to go through this sort of thing. I'm stronger than this.' Just because I work in a role helping people through their struggles with mental health doesn't mean I'm somehow forbidden to struggle myself. It... Just isn't very nice being back on this side of things again. That's all." For a moment he was quiet - the corridor almost silent other than ambient noise from the likes of the hum of the lights. After a good bout of the two of them being enveloped in the quiet, he eventually spoke again - hesitant, almost. "I... Just should have done something beforehand. Said something. I mean - not in terms of pinning my colleage-slash-roommate to the wall and snapping at her!" He swiftly clarified, a expression dropping into one of panic. It was so strange how he couldn't even recall exactly what he had said to her - but if anything, he knew it had been bad... And now instead of the phantom nitrile-glove and warm blood beneath texture taking over, it was the texture of the gloves plus the feeling of him grasping the fabric of Odessa's collar firmly as he held her to the wall in a feat of strength he didn't even know he was capable of. There it was again -- cue the scratching at the back of his hands, not even seeming to notice as he talked. "I mean -- in terms of doing something about this. Acknowledging it, talking something about it... I should have been proactive instead of prolonging what was happening. I had known, hadn't I? Just tried to avoid it. Avoidance. It's what I do, it seems."

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Almost entirely on que and entirely subconsciously, Dagis slowly nodded along with what Vincent said, listening intently to what was being said with the same soft, concerned look on her face. Even when the Lieutenant briefly panic-corrected himself her expression remained the same to try and remain as reassuring as possible for him. When the Ferengi noticed him start to scratch his hands again she tried to figure out what to do. Should she stop him hurting himself physically? Should she tell him? Should she ignore it? She had no idea what the right thing to do was, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad about doing that either, so she gently moved one of her hands onto one of his wrists, avoiding touching his scratches or applying pressure directly to the hands, but providing hopefully enough pressure where her action was reassuring and not going to make it worse. “We can’t always know when something in us will eventually snap, even if we feel it building. It’s natural for us to push it to one side and worry about it later, because we’re Starfleet, and because we’re living creatures. We’re meant to be strong, and brave, and capable, especially in positions where others rely on us. No one at the Academy really tells you how to deal with stress, so the fact so many people need counselling doesn’t surprise me, and the fact you’ve gotten to this point doesn’t either. You’ve pushed everything to one side in the hopes of not having to deal with it because you didn’t want to, and that’s normal.” The woman said softly, more than obviously speaking from experience based on how she said what she said.

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Shortly after the two had started their heartfelt conversation, two security officers headed down towards them. "Lieutenant Ferrufino, I'm afraid you're under arrest for Violent Behaviour Unbecoming a Starfleet Officer, Failure To Provide Care as a Medical Officer and Impeding Medical Care, You have the right to remain silent, anything you do say may be used against you in your court martial, you have the right to a JAG Corp representative and are not required to answer any questions without the designated representative present, do you understand your rights?"

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As the two Security officers started heading down the corridor Dagis subtly kept an eye on them. She wasn’t sure if this was regular foot traffic, or if they had finally got their act together and found Vincent, but what she did know is their behaviour seemed different to those who had simply walked by. It was only a matter of seconds before her suspicions were proven as the two officers stopped in front of the Lieutenant and herself to speak. Calmly, and still keeping her hand on Vincent’s wrist for comfort, the Ferengi decided to speak up before Vincent got a chance, making eye contact with both Security Officers now. “Would you mind giving us a minute? If it was not already obvious, Lieutenant Ferrufino is experiencing a degree of emotional distress, so some patience would be appreciated from both of you before you carry out your duties.” She said, her tone now completely different to how she was speaking to the man sitting beside her. It was to the point, authoritative, and yet had a very specific hint of diplomacy that only Ferengis tended to use.

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It was only while Lieutenant Commander Dagis was finishing her statement - and that he was very tempted to ask her if she wanted a career change, considering she was very good at this sort of wording - that he took note of the two officers now headed down the corridor. For a brief few minutes here, things had seemed like it all might be alright. There wasn't the worry of what happens now, or after that, or the panic and the guilt and the downright disbelief at what he had done. But things had only briefly seemed to have that sense that it would all be okay -- and when he caught sight of the yellow colour upon the officers' uniforms, that sense of things being okay swiftly dissipated. He had never been apprehended before. He had never even seen someone been apprehended before. What he knew of this sort of process was only what had been taught at Starfleet Academy - and so he was very much already out of his depth when the first of the two officers fired off the reasons - oh God, reasons being plural, what had he done? He would have agreed just to get it all over and done with had Dagis not spoken first -- and when she did, he found that jolt of panic hitting him again. What if the Lieutenant Commander ended up getting in trouble for something here - impeding his arrest or some other sort of legal term? No, no, he couldn't let that happen. Too much had already gone wrong today. "No, please, I'm fine-" Vince stated with a firmness which was only there out of necessity, "there isn't any reason to delay. I understand all of what you have said, sir."

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"Then I hereby confine you to quarters as you await your court-martial. You shall be escorted back to your quarters by security, Lieutenant.." The security officer stepped up behind Vince and took a set of stasis cuffs from his belt.

It was at this point that Dagis hesitantly stood up, having not wanted this to be the way everything happened. She didn’t want to distress Vincent any further, so she knew she had to choose her actions carefully. Despite her short height, she still had a degree of authority when her back was completely straight. “I recommend you do not cuff him.” The Ferengi said in a slightly more authoritative, yet emotionally neutral tone. ’And if I could order you, I would’ she thought. “You could cause him further emotional distress if you did. He is also injured. I recommend you simply transport yourself and the Lieutenant to his quarters and save yourself the effort of having to parade him there. He deserves that much dignity, regardless of the charges put against him.” The woman said, still keeping her calm, composed, and authoritative external appearance. Internally, however, these Security Officers were starting to get on her wick.

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He had stood when indicated but certainly hadn't expected to be handcuffed. Then again, when he thought about it, that was what they did with people who had conducted 'violent behaviour.' Oh, Dios Mio, was that just what he was considered to be now? A violent person? He wasn't violent. He wasn't like this. He couldn't- No, no, he needed to keep his thoughts together. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts - only to realise that the action may end up being misconstrued, but instead of clarifying he used it to reply to what the Lieutenant Commander had said. "Please, I'm fine, honestly-" As much as the thought of being handcuffed and then marched through the station completely horrified him, he was overly determined to ensure that the Chief Operations Officer here - the one who was doing so much to help him just because she was a legitimately good person - didn't get in trouble with the Security officers here. A change in the path of this conversation was in order. "If I'm being confined to quarters, then what about work? I have a schedule to keep, regular patients to see; making them attend session with someone else could hinder their progress. And, quarters themselves-" he halted then and forced himself to breathe slower, knowing that what had started in a change of topic was going to end up bordering panic. "I don't know if this is possible - but could temporary quarters elsewhere be requested? The... The person I share a living space with -- I have never seen her there, but she is the same person as this altercation was with. My being there would not be fair on her."

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"We can permit you alternative accommodation to stay in, it would be best if your roommate is as you say the one you had the altercation with. As for your work, you'll have to bring that up with the head of security, it's not up to ourselves to decide what you can and cannot do." Against the wishes of the commander, the man was indeed cuffed and the two security officers lead him onwards down the corridor towards the nearest turbolift. "I trust Commander Dagis you can find the Lieutenant suitable accommodation, as the head of operations."

Dagis watched as the Security officers did everything they shouldn't do, internally getting angrier by the second. For once, her face did start to betray her by her brow lowering, but she managed to keep it all contained... For now. It was for Vincent's sake. She quickly followed after the officers and the Lieutenant so she could respond to their question. "Yes, I can do that." She responded in about the most monotone voice possible, before pulling her PADD out of her pocket, something she had chosen not to do the entire time she was talking to the distressed Lieutenant. She quickly tapped away and found suitable accommodation. "Middle Habitat Ring, section five, quarters number five-seven-two. It's unoccupied as of now. I shall assign it to the Lieutenant." The woman said, before doing just that. She quickly put her PADD away again so she could talk to Vincent. "You will be alright, Lieutenant. I trust these officers to do their duty according to their training, and their morals." The woman said, now eyeing the officers as she spoke. There was an unspoken 'or else' in her tone. Her eyes turned back to the Lieutenant. "I will check in on you later." She said, a soft tone re-appearing in how she spoke, giving Vincent a slight soft smile as she did, before once again snapping back to 'business mode' to talk to the Security Officers. "Make sure he receives medical treatment. Do not let Lieutenant Junior Grade Steiger near him at this time." The Ferengi ordered, making her tone obvious that it was indeed an order. She had no intention of stating why, but if the two officers knew who Vincent had been in conflict with they would know.

[D] The two officers lead Vincent away to the nearest turbolift and onwards to his new quarters.

The Ferengi stopped walking and watched on as the officers lead Vincent away, feeling an unknown combination of of emotions. Once the turbolift doors closed her expression quickly turned from her usual neutral to a 'I'm sad, angry, concerned, and trying to keep it together while on duty' face. This all hit way too close to home for Dagis, and so she decided to retreat into a turbolift herself and head back to her office, which, apart from her quarters, was the only place she usually got left alone.

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Kassell walked through the corridor and to the turbolift.

Mo walked through the corridors to the turbolifts with his hands in his pockets as usual. He had something to do he'd been putting off 'til after the chaos with the court martial.

Kassell made his way down the corridor with a padd in his hand.

Down the Hall.

Out of the turbolifts and down the corridor, her pace slowed as she took time to have a look through each open door whilst in search of her destination. Ah, good - Voxellus' office. She hadn't requested an appointment, she conceded, but a meeting would have to take place at some point regardless, she ought to give the door a try, at least. Clearing her throat and glancing down the hallway behind her momentarily, Shannon rang the bell.

Free of the office now, Shannon spent a few seconds lingering by the doorway as she added a few notes to her schedule. Operations, she sighed, supposing some things would never change regardless of her posting. Once she was done, she continued the way she came, intent on having a look at that training room she’d heard about.

While the other decks he had traversed so far had been occupied by a whole variety of people - officers of different divisions and civilians alike - here there was a noticeable difference. Almost everyone he passed either had the distinct yellow or red shoulder stripes upon their uniforms: Security or Tactical, he could only presume. He had caught sight of the likes of the armoury and training rooms when he had walked past earlier. Something told him that those were likely frequently occupied: people in these divisions just loved their weaponry, just like those in the field division of home. Personally he had never seen the appeal, but at least those who utilised those phasers were well trained. Nimbly side-stepping around a group of officers stood outside discussing a training regime, he headed to the Chief of Security's office and promptly chimed the door.

The lights briefly went out in the corridor near the Intelligence station, but they soon came on again.

Elwyn exited her boss's office and headed down the hallway, blissfully unaware of what was currently going on in the room she was just in, and the room she just walked past. Oh how nice it was to be completely oblivious! (edited)

Once Elwyn had entered a turbolift and had gone on her way, the corridor's lights once again switched off. At the part of the corridor near the Chief of Security's office came the sound and bright sight of rapid phaser fire.

Upon entering the corridor Samantha would be greeted by one dead body. However, as there were no major light sources in the corridor she couldn't see a whole lot, which meant she couldn't tell if there were any other attackers... Yet.

Time to order the regular. She slowly made her way down the hallway as she put her phaser on a constant wide stun beam as she walked down, stunning anything in her path. She even turned around a few times to make sure no-one was behind her by shooting in that direction as well. Yeah, Sam was pretty thorough with all this, making sure no more assassins would come to kill her. She even did the floor and ceiling! Talk about paranoia.

How thorough, indeed. So much so, in fact, that the remaining agents that were in the hallway had no chance to react, and were stunned.

She walked up to the door and looked at it for a moment, trying to open it to no avail. She took a step back, set the phaser to a level 7 beam and shot at the door. Time to blow this joint.

From somewhere further down the dark hallway came a set of light footsteps, in a rush but at the same time not at a running pace. Then from the darkness appeared Ziegler, phaser equipped and drawn in her right hand, albeit pointed at the ground. She let out a sigh of relief once she had recognised Samantha, and stepped over a stunned body to get to her. “Any injuries, Lieutenant?”

She stopped firing for now and looked at Ziegler. "I'm fine, Shannon. The guys who tried to kill me not so much, they got a mouth full of overloaded phaser." She said as she looked at the door for a moment before looking back at the woman who just joined her. "You armed?"

“Hm, well played. Only just about,” she responded flatly with a tilt of her head. Backing herself to Sam’s side by the door, she turned to face the empty hallway in case any more assailants decided to show. “Not how I imagined the first week aboard, admittedly. What are we dealing with?”

"Familiar with Section 31? Well, Dagis is one of their agents, it seems. And in some recent messages, they wanted some assassins to kill both Jericho - our new cryptologist - and myself. Jericho is in there, maybe alive, maybe dead. I don't know. In any case, we need to clear that room ASAP." She said as she checked the other direction of the hallway.

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“Of course. Ah, it appears things have escalated since my read of our dossier,” Shannon nodded slowly in understanding, “the Section works in mysterious ways- I’ve been told. Do we know of their objectives aboard today? Aside from you and mister Jericho. Hm- are we aware of Commander Dagis’ location?”

"Motive unknown, location unknown. But seeing assassins came for me, I believe Dagis went for Jericho." She said with a light sigh as she changed some setting on her phaser and holstered her sword. "Look, we need this door open as soon as possible. So we either blow it up, or we crack it open." She said as she looked at Ziegler. "What do you prefer?"

“Has it ever once occurred to you that I would be interested in ‘blowing up’ doors? I would be concerned if it did,” Shannon arched an eyebrow, looking down at one of the bodies and then back up at the door, taking one step back from it. “I suppose if there were no other option. I imagine neither of us are locksmiths?” Perhaps as an exercise in futility, she attempted to insert access codes into the door’s panel.

"I'm definitely not a locksmith, no." She said with a tiny chuckle. "Also, before we head inside, be ready to shoot out the lights. They use them as an artificial flashbang grenade." She said as she took a step back from the door, waiting for Shannon to do the same.

“Understood,” Shannon answered flatly, taking a wide step from the door to place herself beside Sam. She turned on her heel and glanced back down the halls one more time before she turned her attention to her chief, giving her a nod that conveyed a curt ‘after you’.

She pulled out her phaser, aimed it at the door as she set it to a level 8 beam and fired at it for a moment. Now to see if the door would melt or explode. Either would work.

It didn't take long before the door did, in fact, explode, sending shrapnel in a multitude of directions. One piece narrowly avoided Shannon's head, another piece grazed Sam's leg deeply, and the majority went into the Intelligence Station.

"Fuck!" She called out as the piece of shrapnel went through her leg, putting her hand on it and applying pressure as she looked at Shannon, limping over to her. "Grab my sword, cut off a piece of cloth and help me bind this." She remained surprisingly calm through all this. She knew all too well that an elevated heart rate would only cause her to loose more blood.

Shannon quickly jerked backwards to dodge the shrapnel, silently cursing beneath her breath- something about not standing far away enough from a literal explosion. Her first instinct was to raise her firearm through the opened doorway, which she kept trained on the darkness as she lowered herself to a squatting position beside Voxellus."Perhaps a locksmith would have been a better idea, hm?" she mused, grabbing the woman's leg with her free hand and giving it a quick inspection. "It's a graze, Lieutenant. Here, sit." As requested, however, she drew the sword to cut off a strip of her sleeve, quickly beginning to wrap a rushed tourniquet. If it helped Samantha function, though, she would oblige nonetheless.

She gave a nod and sat down against the wall, biting down on her teeth as the DIY bandage was put around her leg. Pressure on the wound wasn't nice after all, but it was necessary. "You see anything in there?" She asked as she turned her head to peek inside the room for a moment.

“Not yet. Now brace,” Shannon reported bluntly, before pulling the bandage tight around the limb without giving nearly a second for Sam to respond. Once that was done, she moved to place herself before the doorway between her patient and whatever was waiting inside, phaser ready. She asked, in a low tone, “You are able to walk?”

She got up and stamped her foot down a few times to get used to the pain and gave a nod before pulling her phaser again. "Let's go." She said before she walked inside of the room.

Shannon nodded and followed along.

Several more Security officers arrived to deal with the stunned and/or dead S31 agents.

He walked down the corridor to the brig, hands in his pockets.

He did walk a bit quickly, though, since Lt. Voxellus had made it pretty clear he should sort of book it there. So, he did. In his classic uniform, shorts variant.

The corridor was in the middle of being repaired from the explosion of an overloaded Type-2 phaser. The debris from the door being blown off the Intelligence Station had been cleared up, and repair crews were currently working on the doorframe.

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She walked down the corridor.

he left the turbolift, looking around

And here came the woman of the hour; Sam! She had left her office after her chat with Aella and was simply making her way down the corridor.

he recognized the Lieutnant "Ehm, excuse me?" he tryed to get her attention

"Yes?" She asked as she turned to the man with a warm smile, putting her hands behind her back. "Can I help you, Ensign?"

he looked her in the eyes "Do you remember that Mentor program?" he asked, just to make sure

"It was announced a few hours ago, no? I'm pretty sure I remember it, yes. Why do you ask?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow slightly, the smile remaining on her face.

he looked quit emotionless "Well yes, indeed it was. Lieutnant" he had totally forgotten the rank in the things he said before "As I see it, you have been chosen to be my mentor" T'kata said calmly, his ear twitching slightly

"Oh! That's quite quaint, isn't it?" She said with a chuckle. "Right, tell me, what skills do you have already?"

he didn't say anything to the first part "I am able to use a phaser, obviously" a little giggle in his Voice was heard "also some Interegations, how to deal with criminals, how to do patrols" he answered "basically all, a little bit"

"That's great. How's your hand to hand combat?" She asked as she looked at the Caitian, putting her hands behind her back once more.

"That could use some more training" he said "It is kinda bad" he skretched the back of his head nervously

"Then I believe we've found the main focus of our mentor lessons." She said with a small chuckle. "And no need to be nervous. We'll take it slow."

"It seems so" he looked around "so when do we start, Lieutenant?" the caitian asked

"How about later today? I have some things to take care of first, but I'll have more than enough time after my shift."

he nodded "ok, let me know when it is time" he said

"Does 1700 sound good to you?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow slightly.

She scurried down the corridor.

he nodded "yes, sounds good" his ear twitching in exitment "where should we meet?" he asked

"Just down the hall is a training room, we can meet down there and start your lessons." She said with a warm smile.

he looked in the direction. I should have known that, he thought angrily "Oh, yes" a short shy smile "I will be there in time, Lieutnant"

"Then I'll see you there." She said with a warm smile. "Have a wonderful afternoon, Ensign." She said as she walked down the corridor once again, giving the Caitian a wave.

"see you" *he said, making his way the oppisite direction of the Lieutnant. Waving back "wish you a nice day"

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He made his way to the Security base.

The caitian ran towards #deleted-channel.

Elwyn followed T'kata out of the Security Base, albeit at a slightly slower pace.

He entered the corridor, to calm himself down for a second.

19:28

He heard the request and made his way back to turbolift 3.

He entered the corridor."You know what I think, there is no sense in talking with you at all."

"Good," the Bolian stated in return, "because I don't want to speak to you, fuzzy."

He just walks to #sec-hub.

The caitian entered the corridor and moved to #sec-hub.

He went to #deleted-channel.

He left the lift, with the stranger.

Liam was just along for the ride at this point.

The caitian thankfully brought him to #brig.

Oh, look at that, someone got arrested in the posts above her! Anyways, she headed towards #int-hub and rang to let Lt. JG. Giles know she was there.

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She moved down the corridor. Oh hey, it was her, just above this post! The roleplayer needs to stop breaking the fourth wall.

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The happy little Ensign exited the security base and walked down the hallway with a bounce in her step, and headed into a turbolift.

Allan walked down the corridor to the #int-hub , excited for whatever sort of on-duty secrets awaited him.

Alex walked out of the turbolift and walked through the corridor, gaining his surroundings and peeking into the rooms that stretched around this entire ring - knowing that he would be spending a lot of his time in this area.

"I know exactly what I'm gonna do. I've been studying some terran um... Taunts, trust me, I got this," Renakir spoke with newfound confidence. He sounded so sure of himself, like he could conquer the galaxy. Not that he would, but he certainly had a demeanour fitting of the next head of the Torre'vnau house and he felt great! Another laugh escaped him when Allan copied his hand movements, he thought he was getting the hang of the terran mannerisms! Little did he know Allan was just as clueless as he was as to what the hand waving meant. Renakir stepped into the corridor and walked straight towards the brig, hopefully that guard was still there, it wasn't like the prisoners had left so he had to be there! "Yes, you keep everything lit, Allan," Renakir stopped in front of the door and put his hands on his hips (thankfully no tak-tak was present). "So lit, you'd give Hobus a run for its money," He said with a laugh, causing a few of the passing officers to quickly move away from them. Weird laughing Reman and his silly human friend standing incongruously in one of the most serious decks on the station.

"Oh?" Allan looked at Renakir curiously, wondering what the other meant by terran taunts. Did he mean witty insults? Flipping the bird? Something else that Allan was unaware of? Whatever it was, Renakir sounded so sure of it that Allan was also sure of it. "Yeah, I'm down for some classic taunting," he said, following Renakir to the door of the brig and putting a hand on his hip, just one. "I'm glad I can," he said, before keeping his fucking mouth shut when Renakir made the Hobus joke. Holy shit, he should not think that was funny, and if he sat down to think about it he wouldn't, but Renakir's laughter was contagious and he had to actually hold a hand up to his mouth to not laugh. "Soo, um - the taunts, what did you have in mind from your... studies?"

"Yes, I know some stuff from a few movies I watched. People say crazy things like 'you smell like eggs' or 'you look like a bologna sandwich' I think, oh and there's this one song where you shake your ass as a taunt, I'm gonna do that," Renakir said with his French accent, very serious face as he said it too. Renakir stayed silent for a couple seconds for dramatic effect before laughing again. Allan could have laughed with him about the Hobus joke, it was fine, Renakir had lived through it so he was allowed to make the joke. Anyway he waved his hand in front of the door so the sensor could pick up movement and the doors could slide open. Stepping into the #deleted-channel , Renakir swaggered in like he owned the place, very confident, back straight, muscles flexed. He peered around looking to find the familiar face of the guard that dared call him a gangly bitch.

"Ahhh, right," Allan said, as if the engineer had any clue of what Renakir was talking about. He understood the crazy things being said like 'you smell like eggs', that was very normal and tame and all but shaking your ass as a taunt? And he'd gotten it from... a song? There were of course a multitude of songs that ran through Allan's head, but he just had to ask. "Yeah? I mean I'm all down for shaking my ass at any point, you should know that, but... what song?" He followed the other into #deleted-channel , which was a better place to him than the brig just by virtue of it not being the brig, technically, wondering which of these guards was the one that dared call his friend a gangly bitch and that they were apparently about to shake ass in front of.

Scurrying away from the brig, the short little man full of rage darted to the lifts.

And who would Valak run into but C’Sara, who was currently IN the lift. They had a sharp-toothed smile on their face, like they always did. “Why, hello there.”

"Hello!" The Romulan said with a nervous voice. *"I'm trying to get to my quarters, I shouldn't be here, I'm just a civilian!" *He said with a round wide-eyed expression. The man looked genuinely scared. He wore civilian clothes, but for some reason he was in the constabulary deck.

“This isn’t a place for a civilian, though. Sure you haven’t escaped from the brig?” C’Sara was smart. Civilians weren’t allowed on this deck, they had no access to it either. So unless this “civilian” had been thrown in the brig for something and escaped, they couldn’t be here.

"N-No! I just got here! I didn't escape anywhere, I swear!" The man said, shaking his egg-shaped head and frowning. "I will be on my way, GOOD DAY!" The short little Romulan said before bolting for the turbolifts.

“Seems pretty sus of you!” They yelled, bolting after him. They attempted to get into the same turbolift he got into.

And in here is the engineer after escaping his cell, bolting after and screaming out loudly. "COME BACK HERE!!-"

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01:18

Seeing how he just boarded the turbolift, Wheatley screamed out in frustration.

The doors to the turbolift had already closed, Wheat would need to hop on a different lift or hit the tubes.

Seeing how he was exhausted and couldn't hit the tubes as fast as he could go, the dehydrated noodle ran into one of the lifts.

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Hal walked to the lifts with Renakir behind.

Renakir did not feel sleepy when they were on their way to the lifts so.. Maybe the gas was taken care of? He looked at Hal and stood in front of the lift and pressed the button to call it. Unfortunately there seemed to be quite a wait because the two were standing there for a while but there was no lift coming. "Hmm.... Hey Halcyon, how do you feel about tubes? There was a sleeping gas released earlier but I don't feel tired, what about you? We may be able to get into the tubes alright."

“I’m fine with tubes! They deserve the hype they have, they’re fun.” Hal definitely was chilling in the tubes. They were quiet, small, and perfect. Like being in a cave. Or a pillow fort. Except it was a bit chilly in there.

"Alrighty then! Let's hit the tubes!" Renakir sad as he crouched down so he could pull the cover off of the hatch and they could Tube it™️ as the kids would say. Renakir squeezed his gangly ass body into the small space first and crawled foward so Hal could follow him in #jefferies-tubes. For some reason the floor of the tube was soaking wet. It felt disgusting and he immediately was regretting his decision. "Umm... It's a little wet but I don't think it's acid or anything," Renakir said as tried as best he could turn his body to look at Hal.

Hal had a pair of latex gloves in her pocket for some reason, so she put the on when she realized the floor was wet. That way her hands wouldn’t be touching whatever it was. “I got gloves, so no worries!”

He rushed down the corridor, all senses on alert, to the armoury.

03:40

Reappearing from the armoury, he headed back to the turbolifts to hunt down any and all escaped S31 agents and Tal Shiar members that he could. Especially that son of a bitch Valak. He proceeded to begin a search of the decks.

03:44

He stopped before entering the turbolifts. Wait. He backtracked to the nearest computer monitor. "Computer, show me the starbase and isolate all Romulan life signs." At least this way he might find some of the Tal Shiar.

The computer showed all locations of every single Romulan on the station, there were quite a few, many civilians, some officers. There was one in the jefferies tubes, one two in engineering section.

Okay, he expected this. The most he could do was check with the known Romulan Starfleet officers and go from there. His mind immediately went to Renakir. He would start with his brother.

Okay, it was a start. He could cross of the life sign in the tubes. Damn it, he probably didn't have time to go through everyone. Perhaps he should start with engineering. It would make sense for that to be a hot spot; it was the center of the station's functions and was really quite important. He began to make his way there.

"Yeah that's what I said! Photo grass itch! Okay look we're here BOIIIIYAAAA!!" Nalas said as he punched open the hatch and crawled out into the constabulary corridor. He dusted himself off and stood a proud conqueror of the tubes! "Okay, now to the brig!"

Jack sighed in playful exasperation and crawled out right after him, closing up the hatch and running after him. "Wait up, Nalas!"

"Yeah yeah, come on! I think the brig is down this way," Nalas said as he pointed to the various signs on the door. He was actually not the best at reading Standard, especially quickly under pressure, but he knew he was looking for a B and a G. "Oh this one! Come on!" Nalas said as he tapped Jack's shoulder and headed into #brig

Jack ran after him, but just as he was about to enter—he stalled. He froze in place, his eyebrows furrowed and the vision of Saren stabbing the captain and the Admiral flashed through his eyes... But he growled instead and stormed in.

"Computer, where is Saren Morvar?" Renakir asked the computer. The computer said the brig. "The brig, I need - I need directions, for the sight impaired," Renakir asked the computer. It was very helpful and told him exactly where to go and even the number of steps needed to get there from his current position. What a helpful accessibility feature for the visually impaired! Now there was just a matter of getting there with this random scientist at his heel.

And not long after, the wheat based noodle man himself skidded out of the turbolift, running towards the brig with his body already preparing itself to either take some punches or give some. Or none, because that's what he was truly hoping!!

That uniformed man ambled down the hall, pocketing his PADD as soon as he realized he had just… walked past the intelligence station. With a groan, he retraced his steps and entered the intelligence station.

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Stepping out of the turbolift, Alyx glanced around the corridor briefly to check which way they were facing, before beelining it straight in the direction of the Intelligence Station, once again looking straight down at their PADD and barely paying attention to their surroundings.

After his training session, Lama headed down the corridor. (edited)

[D] Vara'l started another day of work as he headed to the training room. A need to shake off the rust from some things before he continued training in the holodeck later in the day burned strongly in the pit of his stomach as he moved, his steps bouyed by this with a certain purpose.

Without saying a word, Essen practically sped down the corridor toward the turbolifts. She ended up taking #turbolift to head toward her quarters #deleted-channel.

Like magic, tribbles started to fill the deck of the corridor, quickly making an ever increasing pile of the squeaky, fluffy creatures.

As soon as the Tellarite/Betazoid stepped out of his office and into the corridor, he was inundated with unpleasant smell, incessant squeaking and sweltering warmth from the thousands of furballs piling up. With a grimace, he quickly activated his tricorder, scanning to see just how many tribbles there were in that moment in the relatively confined space. With a look of concentration, he stood, watching the tricorder analysis, brows furrowed and body language tense.

Aoife practically ran into Tevis as she was moving against the current of Tribbles. She was going to report to the CTO but got bogged down by the wave of Tribbles. "Oh, I'm sorry the wave pushed me into you. Oh wait! Your the CTO I was trying to report to you. It looks like an uneutered tribble got loose and started multiplying!"

Tevis, for as small as he was, was also incredibly dense and sturdy, not budging even slightly when Aoife got squished into him. With a grunt, he turned to the younger officer, looking up at the Human with a half-amused smirk and a quirk of his brow. “I would say so Lieutenant.” He said simply, before gesturing to the alarmingly quickly growing pile of tribbles. “We should head to #sec-hub to set up a F.O.B for any tactical or security personnel in the area. From there we can coordinate with the rest of the senior staff.” He said, pointing down the corridor to the suggested destination, before turning to Aoife once again with a wide, amused grin. “Quite the way to meet my assistant…” He remarked with a half-sarcastic growl to his voice, mental countenance telegraphing only his focused and serious mental space given the situation.

"Sounds good. They must be working on some scientific solution if they're still on the station, I guess we'll find out once we're in the loop with the rest of the senior staff." Aoife chucked when Tevis mentioned how strange a first meeting they were having. "Yeah this isn't how I imagined meeting my new boss, though it's definitely less boring than an intro in the office with me filling you on on boring shit like rostering and performance reviews. I'm Lieutenant O'Reilly by the way though I'm sure you already knew that if you did your homework." Tevis would sense that Aoife wasn't stressed or nervous, she was feeling perfectly relaxed and even a little exhilarated, clearly she was the type of person who liked to be in the thick of things rather than stuck at a desk. After making a brief introduction Aoife began wading towards the #sec-hub

Nikael stood obtrusively in front of the Jem'Hadar, very clearly trying to start a conversation, "Excuse me Sir, do you have a moment?" The audience of the latest threat assessment had begun to file out of the main briefing room, pushing past the two, Nikael serving as an anchor and slowing the crowd down. He wasn't bothered, corridors like this always got choked up by one gaggle or another, may as well be him. "One of the officers in the briefing hall mentioned you were a recent exchange from the Dominion, and I had some questions about the Jem'Hadar, more particularly about your fighting doctrines."

@Yoro ⚖

Yoro'clis stopped and faced the Ensign, unsure about why he was being stopped. He listened to the lieutenant without showing any notale emotion, unsure about how to respond. The Elder had no reason to now assist Nikael, but also had previously been told not to reveal anything about Dominion tactics or anything classified. He would have to be careful. "I do not have anything now, so yes." The Jem'Hadar decided that it would be best to move the conversation however, as it would be disruptive for the two to stand nearby the door for an extended conversation. "If you wish to have a conversation about this we should not have it in a hallway. Is there somewhere else on the station where we can go where we will not be in the way of others?

Nikael shrugged, "I'm new here myself Sir." He stepped to the side of the Jem'Hadar so they could walk together, keeping the Dominion commander on his right hand side. Despite giving him the position of respect on the right, it was obvious Nikael was driving the pair, heading towards a holosuite somewhere. "Depends on how much of a conversation you're free to have Sir. My tactical specialty is boarding actions, but I was wondering if you'd be able to share anything about shooting in particular. We have old Dominion War era doctrine saturating our archives, but I haven't found anything about current tactics, post Ketracel-White, uh, well once you stopped needing to use it. I figure that would have changed your tactical employment." He mentally focused on the commander, trying to understand what he could of the Jem'Hadar's emotions; no prying, just listening.

Yoro'clis would follow Nikael, not bothered by their leading of the walk. The venue of the meeting was inconsequential, and it appeared that the young tactician had something specific in mind. Therefore he would just follow them and talk. The Elder was unsure of whether was a final destination, but did not really care. "I currently have time for sleep and relaxation, so I have ten hours open to speak if you need." The Elder would nod along as the Ensign spoke, clearly in thought but not showing any strong emotions.He did not appear to be making any sort of joke about having ten hours to speak, as the Jem'Hadar saw the "sleep" time as extra training opportunity. He appeared to just be relaxed and comfortable in the station, like it was just another day. Yoro'clis himself had gone from the transition to no longer need the white, but knew that the only major change had been ceremonial. The order of things had maintained as it always would. "And I have served as a solider for the Dominion for the first seventeen of my years. For the last three however I have served with the Federation, so I cannot speak on how things have changed. Ever since Khitomer I have served with Starfleet."

Nikael nodded, the sims about Jem'Hadar hadn't been overselling their seriousness he realised. He figured the grim nature was leftover propaganda, but it would appear they truly were that Spartan in their interactions. Direct. He appreciated that. "Hm. I know there are different Starfleet principles for individual combat actions, I'd love to know how the Jem'Hadar approach boarding actions. I know there's all sorts of quibbling over the methods of inserting soldiers, but once you're aboard, how do Jem'Hadar units conduct themselves to complete the objectives? We can go down to fundamentals if you think its necessary." Nikael veered the duo left into the training annex, checked the room availability panel, and went scrolling through the directory of available simulations.

Yoro'clis had been told to not disclose Dominion tactics specifically, but was able to tell the Ensign the basics of how the organization operated. The Federation knew much due to the Dominion war after all. It would simply be a matter of of balancing his alliances to the Dominion and Federation. "The most important thing that you must remember is that the Jem'Hadar do not operate in the same way that you do. We have different command structures and have different levels of operational freedom. Our strategies for boarding are also relatively simple and then they are largely determined by the commanding Vorta to adapt to the situation. Speed and efficiency are the focuses however." Realistically the Jem'Hadar just rushed their way onto ships at first and then broke up into groups to clear ships. There was little fear of death and no need to fear the weapons used by most groups after all. Yoro'clis decided not to mention that for now however.

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Vara walked through and headed to the lift.

He walked through the constabulary corridor, headed for #deleted-channel.

He walked through the constabulary corridor heading for #turbolift