RP Log: New Jobs, New Fears
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| 2024-03-10 15:59 | |
Worthington is sitting at his desk, reviewing padds.
Moncyu steps into the office and stands at loose attention. "Reporting as ordered, Sir," she offers.
Worthington smiles. "Ensign, please take a seat," he says. "I wanted to talk about your future in the department."
Moncyu blinks, a little surprised. "Oh... of course, Sir," she replies, then sits as instructed. She waits patiently.
Worthington smiles. "You've been doing well in the department thus far. I thought it was time you took on a bit more," he says. "The role of senior tactical officer, as I came to think on it, seemed right for you. I noted that you have had line officer training, which is good. I'd like to see how you perform in a more senior role."
This definitely gets Eiessa's attention. "Thank you, Commander. I'm happy to hear you say that."
Worthington smiles. "You've earned it ensign," he says. "I'd like to see you prove me correct in this decision."
Moncyu grins. "Challenge accepted, Sir," she replies.
Worthington nods. "I'm expecting you to start taking on more of a leading role in the department. You will have security teams under your command when your shifts don't involve bridge duty. Your insights into on-going security matters are welcome as always, and highly valued."
"I understand," Moncyu says. "May I express a goal of mine, Sir? Something I hope to achieve one day?"
Worthington nods. "You may ensign," he replies.
"It's a bit of a short term goal, something that may take time, but probably not years and years," Eiessa says. "I'd like to train for, and try to qualify for, a slot as a fighter pilot."
Worthington considers that. "Oh?" he asks, a tad surprised. "Well. In that case, I'd advise seaking out the CAG and talking it over with him."
Moncyu nods. "I planned to," she says. "But I wanted to run it by you also. Not only are you my supervisor, but you're a fighter pilot too, unless I'm quite mistaken."
Worthington nods. "Indeed," he says. "If accepted, I would be responsible for your training," he says. "You have my approval to discuss this matter with the CAG."
Moncyu smiles. "Thank you, Sir. I'll do that."
Worthington nods. "In the meantime, while you're here, do you have anything to report, or anything else you wish to discuss?" he asks.
Moncyu shakes her head. "Nothing of import," she says. "I've been making my rounds, taking shifts at each of the security stations on the ship. Everything's been pretty quiet."
Worthington nods. "Glad to hear it," he says. "Do you have any thoughts on our current investigation?" he asks.
You say, "The wormhole ship?"
Worthington shakes his head. "No, the humanists," he says. "The wormhole ship is more a science investigation. Well above my paygrade for finding out how all that works."
Moncyu leans back and crosses her arms. "Nothing hard. But I don't think it's a civilian. I think it must be one of the Starfleet crew."
Worthington nods. "Or at the verry least, someone with prior training and experience, even if they're not officially on the crew roster," he replies.
"I feel like they know too much about what happens around here," Moncyu goes on. "I know it's a ship and everything eventually comes out, but it feels like they know what's happening before they should. Either they're a member of the active crew, which I think is more likely, or they've broken into our computers and can read our reports, encrypted or not, almost in real time."
Worthington nods. "Many of our reports aren't exactly encrypted. That sort of stuff gets out sooner rather than later," he says. "Though yes, they almost certainly have some kind of access. Lots of things get sent to the crew at large, not to specific individuals."
Moncyu shrugs. "But even with that, it's a big crew."
Worthington looks across the desk and nodds. "One of the largest in Starfleet in fact, aside from large starbases, of course," he says.
Moncyu nods back. "But there has to be a way to detect our murderer. No one is that perfect."
Worthington considers. "Yes, though I believe it will require detecting them in the act, or damn close to it," he says. "They're not perfect, but they're damn good at covering their tracks."
Moncyu looks unsettled. "Commander, what you're describing then is a situation that really only has one solution. And it's not a good one."
Worthington nods. "Luring them out, baiting a trap," he says grimly.
"Exactly," Eiessa agrees.
Worthington nods. "Ensign Rua'thyie had the same idea. You'll note his methods are a tad, shal we say, unorthadox, but they work for his species."
Moncyu looks down at the surface of the desk in front of her. "At this point, Sir, it may take a huge risk like that to solve this problem. It's either put someone at risk under conditions that are as much under our control as they can be, or let our killer roam free and take more lives at will."
Worthington nods. "I agree," he says. "The only question is, how exactly do we do this? We need a target that's convincing enough, and an opportunity that these killers would be eager to take. Our response needs to be swift, but not obvious. These people are professionals. I think the key would be to get them to respond emotionally. Remember how they tortured Jenkins? It appeared to be for more than just information. We'll want to provoke enough of an emotional response that they don't judge the situation well."
"It's hard to predict what might provoke an emotional response when we don't even know who we're talking about, much less what might motivate them beyond the obvious," Moncyu says. "If we knew that much about them, we could significantly narrow down our search."
Worthington nods. "I think we do, a little," he says. "Humans who betray their beliefs in a significant way. Remember their attack on lieutenant Hauser? It was unprovoked. She has never been involved in the whole humanist mess, but she did not follow in her father's footsteps, making her a target in these people's eyes. Kellen's attack, that was emotional too. He actively worked against the humanists during the crisis. His death was meant to be slow and drawn out."
"Who else do we have aboard who would make a good target then? Anyone else who worked against the humanists?" Moncyu asks.
Worthington nods. "I did," he says. "Captain Shulon maybe, captain Anewan as well."
Moncyu blinks. "And no one's watching your backs?"
Worthington taps his phaser. "That's why all of us are armed," he says, "Including non-security personnel."
Moncyu nods, but frowns. "With an enemy as skilled as this, they might kill you before you knkow they're there. Having that thing on your hip won't help much in those circumstances."
Worthington nods. "Perhaps," he says, "Though one might ask why we haven't been targeted yet?"
"Perhaps," Moncyu agrees.
Worthington checks over some padds on his desk. "I have some reports and duty logs to review before I turn in. I suggest you familiarize yourself with your new duties," he says. "And ensign, congratulations."
Moncyu jumps to her feet and smiles. "Thank you, Commander. I won't let you down."
Worthington rises as well. "Good night ensign," he says.