RP Log: Poor Hauser
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- Morgue - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- This room differs from the majority of rooms aboard the vessel in that the standard colour scheme is absent. Carpeted in dark grey with white bulkheads, this small room is completely barren but for several panels of uniform size set into the bulkheads, as well as a glossy black LCARS interface. The panels open into compartments, used to store the bodies of the recently deceased until proper burial can be arranged, or until an autopsy can be performed (should an autopsy be warranted). One panel houses an antigrav bed, upon which the cadaver can be placed for transportation.
Sawyer gets into the morgue. "Alright. Jim don't touch anythin'. Nolan, let's get that body out. Let's hope to hell there's still some stasis-preserved DNA left to find. Dammit!"
Worthington follows the 2 medical officers, but stands well clear and off to the side.
Nolan walks into the room along with Sawyer and Worthington. "Phil, you might want to set Commander Worthington up with something to sniff on before I release the stasis field. Computer, open compartment one-alpha, authorization Ch'Vyran Gamma-Two-Five-One"
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..." The field lowers and the compartment is not instantly filled with the smell of dead flesh, but the odor is building.
"Nah, he's a tough guy," Sawyer says. "Just puke out the door, Jim." He sighs, watching the stasis compartment open. "We need to sweep Jenkins again. We still need DNA. Maybe from the wound, or the contusion that killed her."
Worthington smiles. "I've likely smelled worse," he says.
Nolan nods and pulls over a grav-gurney, loading Jenkins onto it. "We'll do that in the autopsy suite with the tools" he says, hauling her along.
- Autopsy - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- Devoid of creature comforts, this room is obviously not intended for extended stays. Three large tables occupy its area, each equipped for a variety of surgical procedures used in autopsies. Overhead lights shine down upon the tables, and can be adjusted using control panels on either side of the tables. Four panels in the deck conceal stools that can be extended upon command, and at the bulkheads contain several panels that house surgical instruments and chemical compounds. There are two doors in this room, leading to the morgue and a corridor.
"Good, just don't leave any of yours on the body."
Worthington nods as he moves well clear of the operating area.
Nolan nods. "That's why we use the tractor beam" he says, using said tractor beam to place Jenkins onto the autopsy table. "Phil, I'll take the contusion if you take the stab wound" the hybrid suggests as he grabs a set gloves followed by collection tools.
Sawyer makes sure of his protective gear and scanning devices. "Ok. Ok." He begins running a small device along one of the stab wounds, sweeping for DNA that does not belong to the victim.
Worthington watches the 2 doctors go about their work from a discrete distance.
Nolan sets to the contusion with delicate motions, manually scraping up skin cells and vaccuming them into a little collection vial. "In addition to DNA, let's try and run mettalurgy, maybe give us an idea of a material only found in a certain part of the ship or belonging to a certain department..."
"I like it, but be careful we don't contaminate," Sawyer says quietly, sweeping and using a smilar vacuuming tubule.
Worthington nods. "We'll be able to run samples this time?" he queries.
"I think we should both be glad we don't get the chance to practice our autopsy skills often" Nolan comments. "But I remember, I remember"
Sawyer sighs. "This investigation has taken forever. It'd be nice to be able to hand security a name." He continues working carefully to scan for and to collect possible samples.
"It look like that blade was sharp Phil? Or something improvised?" Nolan asks
"I worked that angle with Kellen," Sawyer says. "He thought it was a very sharp knife, a hobbiest's something or other."
"Hmm" Nolan grunts in acknowledgement before carefully bringing his vial over to the sample chamber, placing it in one of the slots. He leaves the door open for Phil.
Sawyer slides another sample tube in. "Ok, let's see if we got anything here."
Worthington nods as he listens, awaighting results.
Sawyer looks at his own sample, studying results with care.
Nolan starts punching up the analyzer manually, peering into his own sample closely. "It's not pretty... lot of degredation... but I think I can see some protein strings worth tracking on..."
Worthington listens with interest as he watches.
Meanwhile in engineering...
- Main Engineering - Deck 29 <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The engineering spaces, specifically those designed for access to a specific system or systems aboard the vessel, all have similar design queues. The bulkheads are exposed, though painted a dark titanium colour, and any visible walls are a lighter pewter colour. The deckplating is also bare, though often marked in engineering red to indicate the location for power conduits and other notable items. Recessed lighting in the ceiling provides slightly muted illumination, adjusting in colour as the alert status of the vessel changes. A single piece of black glossy panelling is available just inside the main entry door on an interior wall, allowing access to the LCARS interface.
- Main engineering on this class of vessel is substantial, in that it is three decks high, this being the lowest of those three decks. The main part of the compartment houses some of the warp core monitoring consoles, the core itself can also be seen just aft, extending up and down. The deck loops around the core, which is surrounded by a railing, the latter lined with several monitoring stations.
The door leading to Port swooshes open.
The door leading to Port swooshes closed.
The door leading to Port swooshes open.
The door leading to Port swooshes closed.
The port door to engineering is acting rather oddly.
Hauser is talking to one of the enlisteds as the deck 29 port door starts acting up. "The hell? Someone drop something in the door? Hang tight, let me check it. We officers need work anyhow." She walks over to the door, running a tricorder scan and checking the actuator mechanism.
Hauser is knocked unconscious.
Before you know it, something large, maybe an arm, maybe a bat, has struck you on the head, knocking you out.
Hauser goes down, her tricorder clattering to the deck noisily.
The enlisted sees you fall, but the door closes behind you.
Back in Autopsy
>Intercom< Crewman 3rd class Watkins says, "Um, bridge, I think something happened to Lietenant Hauser."
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander LePage says, "What? Call me, right now. "
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Ki'Vek says, "This is the bridge... Please contact the Chief of Security in private."
Sawyer looks up. "Awww shit. Jim? Nolan, we better hang on here until ... we have something to get to."
[Worthington's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Commander T'Shaav.
"...You go, I'm not leaving this sample" Nolan states. "We're too far along to get distracted here"
Worthington nods and runs the hell out.
"Okay... This one looks like enough to start... Computer, run scan of currently focused protien marker string, cross reference DNA database for identification" Nolan requests.
- Nacelle Control Room Upper Level - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The upper catwalk of the control room has a clear view of the lower level, but its primary vantage point is of the plasma stream as it arrives from the warp reactor and is redirected down through the warp coils of the nacelle. A heavy set of blast doors can be closed to seal off access to the plasma stream, but when open a level 10 forcefield is automatically erected. Any contact with the stream by living tissue would result in instant disintegration.
While you are knocked out, someone, or someones have relocated you elsewhere aboard the ship. You may regain consciousness, but you'll be groggy, and find your communicator missing.
Hauser blinks, rolling onto her side. "The hell?" She reaches for her commbadge, but no dice.
You've been blindfolded, though not very well. You might be able to wiggle your way out of it using the bulkhead you are pressed against. You can hear a deep baritone voice speaking, "I saw a chance, so took it. Get up here, and we'll take her out together." You can't hear the other side of the conversation.
Hauser scrambles her body against the bulkhead, wiggling and slipping out of the blindfold. Or working at it. "The hell are you!"
You're able to move the blindfold enough to see the bottom half of your alleged assailant. A massive man, he could give Kadn trouble.
"Look, who the hell are you?" Hauser's voice is still groggy. She lashes out a foot, aiming for a kneecap.
"What do you mean too hot right now? I have her, lets do this. Don't leave me hanging." Your assailant says. He hears you and tells you to shut up. "Don't worry, you'll get yours soon enough, traitor."
"Damn it, stop that or I'll gut you." Your assailant barks at you.
"O, and you'll let me live otherwise, like Jenkins? Go fuck yourself!" She lashes a foot upward, aiming for balls.
"I warned you." The assailant brutishly attempts to stab you in the leg with a knife. There is no finesse to the hit, just brute force.
Hauser wraps her hands around the knifehand, taking the cut to her leg. She holds onto the knife hand, panting. Desperately, she bites down on the big paw. No finesse, just desperation.
The assailant dodges your bite, but his quick movement causes him to fall in the process.
Hauser scrambles frantically and hits the corner of a comm pannel.
- Main Engineering - Deck 29 <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
Lieutenant Commander Worthington arrives from Deck 29 - Starboard Corridor.
Crewman 3rd-class Watkins, a really young enlisted, barely 17, is at the port side exit from engineering on this deck. He looks at the intercom hesitantly, not wanting to get yelled at again.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant Commander LePage.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Lieutenant Commander LePage.
[Worthington's Commbadge] "James, bridge here. What is happening?" Chill asks.
[Worthington's Commbadge] "What's going on, is she alright, what is happening" LePage asks before Worth can even respond to the open comm
Worthington runs over to the crewman, hearing his badge chirp and tapping it as he moves. "Worthington here," he says, then to the crewman, "What happened?"
Crewman 3rd Class Watkins snaps so straight his back creeks, "Sir. I was workign with Leiutenant Hauser when the door". He points at the portside door, "Opened twice, but no one came through. The Lieutenant poked her head through, then was gone and the door closed. When I went to look for her, she was nowhere to be seen."
Worthington considers. "Did you get that, bridge, commander LePage?" he asks into his badge. "Deck 29, port side is where she went missing."
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Yellow Alert! All stations set condition yellow!"
[Worthington's Commbadge] There's a terse pause before LePage replies, clearly strained and very unhappy. "I copy that Commander"
[Worthington's Commbadge] T'Shaav says, "Logically, they must have destroyed her badge or rendered it otherwise inoperative."
[Worthington's Commbadge] Shulon says, "KI'Vek, get Gordon on the viewer please."
[Worthington's Commbadge] Ki'Vek nods once, then taps buttons.
[Worthington's Commbadge] "LePage" the engineer nearly barks out.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Ki'Vek says, "Commander LePage for you, Captain."
[Worthington's Commbadge] Shulon says to the viewer, "Gordon, what's on 29 that can be easily and quickly accessed, but still out of the normal flow of traffic?"
[Worthington's Commbadge] "Probably some J-Tubes, or are we looking for an actual compartment?" LePage asks
Worthington considers. "I can search this deck personally," he says.
[Worthington's Commbadge] T'Shaav taps a few commands into a nearby console. "I have routed four security details to that deck, Commander Worthington."
Worthington nods to himself. "Thank you crewman," he says to the crewman in question. "Would you like this deck sealed off commander, or just searched?" he says.
>Intercom< Lieutenant (jg) Hauser says, "Help, nascelle ... aaaah"
[Worthington's Commbadge] LePage says, "I'm moving"
Worthington says, "I'm on my way. worthington out."
- Nacelle Control Room Upper Level - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
Worthington enters and triggers the intercom.
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Worthington says, "positive location, starboard nacelle, upper control room."
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander LePage says, "Security, deck 29 port, I've found some of Hauser's effects. I'm moving forward"
Hauser has been badly injured. She has a knife wound in her thigh, and red welts from being strangled. She lies nearly lifeless on the floor.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant Commander LePage.
[Worthington's Commbadge] Opening communications channel from Lieutenant Commander LePage.
There is no sign of the assailant.
Worthington spots the wounds. "Gordon, starboard nacelle, upper control room. Get medical teams up here, now! She's badly hurt." He repeats himself over intercom.
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Worthington says, "Emergency medical teams to starboard nacelle upper control room. LT Hauser is critical wounded."
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Sawyer says, "Doctor Ch'vyron's on his way."
>Intercom< Lieutenant ch'Vyran says, "I'm on my way, the tubes are slowing me down, hang on"
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Worthington says, "go to deck 21. take the starboard nacelle lift."
>Intercom< Lieutenant ch'Vyran says, "thank you"
Lieutenant ch'Vyran arrives from Nacelle Control Room - Starboard.
Lieutenant Commander LePage arrives from Nacelle Control Room - Starboard.
Worthington stands guard, keeping his eyes on the room around me and the entrances. Hauser is badly injured, signs of stabbing and strangulation pretty evident.
LePage is first out the lift, barreling past anyone as he beelines towards Hauser. Nolan is second along with two corpsmen, just on his tail. LePage is beside Hauser in an instant and Nolan has to push him off a bit to get scans off of her. "Jessica" LePage says, looking down at Hauser
Lieutenant ch'Vyran uses Medical Tricorder (14593) to scan Hauser.
Lieutenant ch'Vyran taps his commbadge and says, "nolan to sawyer"
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Communications channel to Lieutenant Commander Sawyer open - audio only.
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Sawyer says, "What ya got, Nolen."
Worthington continues to stand guard, watching everything unfold. "Gordon," he says. "When things are done here, I will want to talk to you about what you found on deck 29." He does not look particularly happy. "I'm determined to find these bastards."
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] A soft alto feminine voice says, "Negative, Jonathan Neidermier did not graduate from Starfleet Academy. First year drop out due to insufficient grades."
ch'Vyran says, "Phil, I'm stabilizing her, but I need you to get the medical transporter ready NOW. Prep a surgical suite and take me and her there once I give you the go ahead"
Gordon looks up at Worth. It's possibly the most conviction he's ever seen across the engineer's face, a pair of tears streaking down. "Whatever it takes" he states.
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Sawyer says, "Bridge, I got Nolen on the line. WHen he's ready, beam him and the patient to deck 27 stardrive sickbay operating room number 1. Thanks"
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Alert status has been cancelled. All personnel, all sections, stand down from alert status."
>Intercom< Commander T'Shaav says, "Security teams, remain on alert status."
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Ki'Vek says, "Aknowledged, Doctor. Bridge standing by for medical transport."
[ch'Vyran's Commbadge] Sawyer says, "Computer, send a picture of this academy dropout to my tricorder. Check the ship. Is he aboard?"
>Intercom< Lieutenant ch'Vyran says, "Bridge, now"
A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs ch'Vyran and Hauser.
Gordon is left kneeling over a bloodstain. His head drops with shaking breath
Worthington relaxes slightly. He holsters the phaser he has been holding and sighs. "I hope she makes it Gordon," he says.
"She has to" Gordon replies. "She has to"
Worthington nods, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on," he says. "Let's head down to your office. Do you have the personal effects you found? We should scan them for DNA traces. That's the best way we can help right now."
Gordon tries to get up under his own power but falters. "Uh... maybe. I called security to sequester them and ran off"
Worthington extends a hand to his friend. "We can have the team leads meet us there. Can you stand?" he asks. "You can lean on me if you need to. The docs will tell us as soon as they're done what the outcome is."
Gordon takes the prooffered hand and climbs up with Worth's help. His face has gone from a deep red to gaunt white in a matter of moments. "Let's go"
- Operating Room One - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The operating theatre can handle one patient at a time, and is usually reserved for emergency surgeries. It is equipped with a specially designed operating table capable of diagnosing a patients condition down to the tiniest detail. Multiple specially designed tools are also built into the table to assist the doctor with delicate procedures.
Sawyer is working with his tricorder. He steps back. "Carry on, Nolen, by the way, you found something with that DNA match. Good man. Well, computer, is he aboard or not, dammit!"
Nolan is already turning to get geared up as he's beaming in. "Great, NURSE!" Nolan practically hollers. "Get the patient stabilized and the biobed prepped!"
A soft alto feminine voice says, "Possible match identified, with 94% accuracy. Discrepancy could be due to age difference from image."
Sawyer says, "one sec"
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer taps his commbadge and says, "bridge"
[Sawyer's Commbadge] Ki'Vek says, "Bridge."
Sawyer says, "We had a hit on our DNA sweep of Jenkins body. I'm uplinking a photo of the match, name is Jonathan Neidermier, academy dropout. Big bastard. Tell Chill and T'Shaav. The computer isn't sure, but it thinks he's here."
[Sawyer's Commbadge] Ki'Vek looks over her shoulder at Chil and T'Shaav. "Big bastard," she prompts, then turns back to her console to accept the file.
[Sawyer's Commbadge] Shulon says, "We read you Phil. T'Shaav, get down there with James, find this guy."
Hauser is placed on the biobed by the stardrive staff.
[Sawyer's Commbadge] Wordlessly, T'Shaav departs, rappidly.
Nolan finishes prepping and steps over the biobed. "Stabbing and strangulation. We gotta tackle the cut first" he states before extending the laprascopic probes and tools. "Lacerated arteries and her gut took a big hit"
Lieutenant ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to begin microstitching the worst bleeders up
Sawyer finishes with the bridge and steps over. "I'll monitor. You go ahead, Nolen."
Nolan nods. "Jump in where you can, no time to waste... Or if you're better off helping the search get that, I got this"
Lieutenant ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to seal off a gushing artery with a synthetic graft
Sawyer says, "Nope, I gave them the info I had. I'm a doctor, not a damned slooth."
The screen blips on with the image. A large Terran male, roughly 19 in the picture. He is a large lad, 230lbs, and not fat.
"Then hop in" Nolan nods. "I'm working on her pyloric sphincter, but I can see damage to the stomach further up than that"
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to mend a severed abdominal artery. Check the leg too. Someone tried real hard to kill her.
"Goddamn, you're right... This guy just about skinned her alive..." Nolan huffs.
Nolan keeps working, head nearly pressed against the display of the probing scope
Lieutenant ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (25532) to sew femoral artery shut and sew up the sliced skin of the thigh
Sawyer says, "Sawyer here. Accidentally dropped the call. DO you or the skipper need anything? We're working on Jessica."
[Sawyer's Commbadge] "Only to know her condition, Phil", Chill replies "But don't worry about us, focus on her."
"Phil, left kidney, I think it got nicked, I need you to check" Nolan says
Sawyer says, "Yeah, definite contusion. This was one strong son of a ... never mind."
"Is it gonna fail on her?" Nolan asks
"If it does, I'll make her a new one," Sawyer grouses. "How's that damned leg?"
>Intercom< Ensign Winchester says, "Security to Deck 31 Staging. I know that sounds stupid, but get down here. I need backup!"
"As good as I can manage" Nolan says. "A lot of damage though, lots of nerves... I... I'm not sure I was able to" the Hybrid seems to hesitate before catching ahold of himself. "I'm going to intubate her and assess the damage to her throat" Nolan says, grabbing the requisite tools to shove down Hauser's throat
"Careful or she'll be whispering her way to success from now on. Let me give you a hand with that scan and assess."
"I'm not gonna..." Nolan starts but again catches himself. He actually steps back a moment to catch his own breath. "I'd... appreciate that. Thank you Phil"
Meanwhile in Security Staging...
- Security Staging - Deck 31 <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- This medium sized compartment doubles as both an armory for this deck's security station, as well as a lounge for the security personnel stationed here. Secured lockers adorn the inner bulkhead wall for storage of both small and larger handheld weapons. In the center of the compartment is a table surrounded by half a dozen chairs.
A large Terran male is positioned behind the open arms locker. He shoots at the first sign of movement at the door.
A soft alto feminine voice says, "*** ALERT *** : Weapons fire detected in Security Staging - Deck 31."
Commander T'Shaav arrives from Security Station - Deck 31.
A large Terran male is positioned behind the open arms locker. He shoots at the second sign of movement at the door.
A soft alto feminine voice says, "*** ALERT *** : Weapons fire detected in Security Staging - Deck 31."
T'Shaav rolls in, taking the phaser hit. She takes a moment to secure the area. before looking for her attacker.
The snap of a forcefield can be heard as it surrounds the compartment.
Worthington dives down to the floor, and tries to get a shot off from that position, though he is clearly in pain, running on adrenalin.
A soft alto feminine voice says, "*** ALERT *** : Weapons fire detected in Security Staging - Deck 31."
Jonathan is a big boy, and while stunned, the blast doesn't knock him out. He shoots back wildly.
A soft alto feminine voice says, "*** ALERT *** : Weapons fire detected in Security Staging - Deck 31."
T'Shaav advances on the attacker. Leaving the shooting to her CSEC, and now that she has sealed the door, the Vulcan commander tries another means of disabling the suspect, a nervepinch.
Jonathan is once again stunned, but not out. The pinch however does affect his aim. When he tries to shoot this time, it misses everyone.
Worthington is pretty hurt now, having taken 2 phaser hits. With seemingly the last of his strength, he tries to shoot the attacker one more time.
A soft alto feminine voice says, "*** ALERT *** : Weapons fire detected in Security Staging - Deck 31."
T'Shaav is not willing to shoot the susbect with her phaser so close; it could cause death even on stun. Placing herself between worthington and the man, she strikes hard, no mercy. Her blow might break the arm of the man's phaser hand. "It is over now. Surrender."
The compartment is flooded with anesthezine gas.
T'Shaav is knocked unconscious.
Worthington is knocked unconscious.
Jonathan is knocked unconscious.
The transporter activates and beams Jonathan to parts unknown. Or maybe the brig.
>Intercom< Lieutenant Commander Ki'Vek says, "Medical team to the brig, security detail stand by to receive medical teams."
The anesthazine gas dissipates, you eventually regain consciousness.
T'Shaav wakes up slowly. The first thing she does is touch her remote.
Worthington wakes up more slowly, still injured from the 2 phaser hits he took.
T'Shaav says, "Mr. Worthington. Can you hear me?"
Worthington nods briefly, though the movement is minimalist. "I think I'll live," he says. "Feels like I just took a beating in one of our sparring sessions. Surprise he didn't have it set to kill." he rolls himself over and attempts to prop himself to a more upright position.
T'Shaav says, "You need to work on your target practice, Commander. The suspect is in saucer security."
Worthington nods to T'Shaav. "That was setting 4, and he took 2 hits without going down sir," he says. "I think a more accurate summation, I need to learn when to duck."
T'Shaav says, "Let us go see whom we have, Commander."
Worthington rises and follows.
- Detention Center - Deck 10 <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- The detention center is a rather spartan area of the ship used to detain individuals who pose security risks or crew who have violated regulations or conducted misdemeanours. There are six brig cells here, as well as a console located in the far corner of the room that is used to lower the forcefields that contain the cells' occupants. The whole room, from decks to bulkheads to ceiling, is a drab grey and bright lights from overhead panels illuminate even the slightest trace of a shadow.
Ferghus is asleep in brig cell three.
Jonathan Neidermier is unconscious on the floor of brig cell six. A forcefield blocks your access.
Ferghus says, "Keep it down out there." and goes back to sleep
Jonathan stirs.
Sawyer is waiting for the security types. "I need to get in there if the man's hurt," he says to T'Shaav and Worthington.
Worthington nods as he walks in, perhaps a little slower than usual. "On it doc," he says. "Be careful though. He's pretty strong, and he didn't go down without being gased." He moves to open the cell, but he draws his phaser first.
The forcefield over Brig Cell 6 fizzles out.
T'Shaav studies the suspect, the first suspect they could actually get their hands on. "Do not try anything, Cadet. Mr. Worthington is known for occasionally shooting first and questioning retrospectively."
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer leaves for Brig Cell Six - Saucer.
Worthington puts the field back up for the moment.
- Brig Cell Six - Saucer <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>
- This cell is completely enclosed on five sides by tough duranium. The remaining side opens out into the room beyond, but can be sealed by a forcefield to contain the cell's occupant. There are two benches that double as beds on two of the bulkheads, and a small toilet and wash basin built into another. Apart from that, this small cell is completely devoid of fixtures and furnishings.
[Detention Center - Deck 10] T'Shaav considers, then shakes her head slightly. "One of us should be in there, per protocol, Commander. I will go."
[Detention Center - Deck 10] Worthington nods. "That is logical. You are in far better physical condition commander," he says, lowering the field.
Jonathan begins to stir back to consciousness.
T'Shaav steps through, one hand on her phaser, taking up a position near the field, inside the cell.
Sawyer says, "Alright, son, just take her nice and easy." He runs an initial scan. with his med tricorder."
[Detention Center - Deck 10] Worthington keeps his phaser out and trained at the cell, watching the suspect with suspition. He doesn't interrupt the doctor's work, but keeps as close an eye as he can on it.
[Sawyer's Commbadge] Incoming communication request from Lieutenant ch'Vyran.
Jonathan tries to kick Sawyer but fails.
T'Shaav draws her phaser, bringing it up smoothly as the man's foot starts to move.
Sawyer dodges the kick. "O stop that you crazy son of a bitch. Can't ya see it's over? O where's that damned hypo."
Sawyer removes Hypospray (14453) from Doctor's Bag.
[Detention Center - Deck 10] Worthington watches the struggling prisoner. "Your cause is a lost one cadet. Do not make this harder on yourself than it has to be."
"I am no cadet. I've walked these corridors as an officer, and none of you were the wiser." Jonathan retorts. "Now leave me be, traitors."
Sawyer puts Vial of Sedative (7217) in Hypospray (14453).
"You are under arrest for first degree murder, conspiracy to commit first degree murder, attempted murder, kidnapping, and 17 various lesser charges," T'Shaav says quietly. "Under Starfleet directive 101, I am advising you of your right not to answer questions, and that anything you say can and will be used against you in court proceedings. You also have right to legal counsel. Do you wish to make a statement, Cadet Neidermeier?"
Sawyer says, "How about telling us who ya really are, if ya ain't a cadet."
"I'm no filthy Vulcan, and certainly not a traitor to my race." Jonathan lashes out again. "Spew all the lies and laws you want."
Jonathan punches Sawyer.
T'Shaav shoots Jonathan.
A soft alto feminine voice says, "*** ALERT *** : Weapons fire detected in Brig Cell Six - Saucer."
[Detention Center - Deck 10] Worthington looks impassive. "No, you're worse than that cadet. You're a traitor to your uniform, your people, your entire society, and everything your ancestors fought hard for and spilled blood to preserve. Your kind are the real traitors."
Sawyer staggers back. He blinks, setting the damned hypspray in hopes of getting to use it.
Lieutenant Commander Sawyer injects Jonathan with Hypospray (14453).
Jonathan falls back, unconscious.
Sawyer says, "Fuck him. Now let us outa here."
[Detention Center - Deck 10] Worthington lowers the field for the 2 inside, raising it when they leave.
"Can't you hear, I'm trying to sleep!", Ferghus yells from his cell.
T'Shaav turns to Worthington. "Keep a round-the-clock surveillance on this cell including personnel. Sweep the prisoner for hidden devices of any sort, communications, weapons, suicide devices. Transport any you can, and advise medical of anything else. This is a high priority prisoner.
Worthington holsters his own phaser, looking relieved. "Can we nip over to a sickbay?" he asks.