"Walking on the Grave"

[Kansas_Jones 0]

10.12.06

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Walking on the Grave”

 

Note: takes place at some point during the next few weeks, sim time.

 

It was the first cycle of third shift, and for the most part, the corridors of the Agincourt’s Alpha section were deserted. Save for one lone figure that quietly kept to the shadows.

 

Lieutenant JoNs prowled through the corridors, her non-descript black sweatpants and hooded sweat jacket blending in with the shadows cast by the low level “evening” lighting. Occasionally, the embroidered Starfleet Security symbol on the left upper thigh and matching symbol on the left chest area of the jacket would catch some of the waning artificial light as the felinoid moved down the corridor. She carried two small plasteel travel containers.

 

She entered the main security offices *, causing the dozing Andorian crewmember on watch to jump out of her skin. JoNs suppressed a smile; keeping watch on third shift was long and boring, no two ways about that. “Take a twenty minute break…” she searched her memory for a second “Ensign Mical. Go get some coffee.”

 

A hasty “Aye sir” and the security woman’s exit followed as the Caitian continued moving farther into the area. She stopped at the threshold of the chief of security’s office.

 

The office was central in the day to day operation of security. Reports were sent and downloaded to the chiefs terminal, crewmembers arrived in person to deliver reports, the duty rosters were drawn up…the two by four room was the heart of the security department.

 

And Kansas had been avoiding it like the Tarkathian Plague.

 

It was not unusual for a crewmember to stop in to report only to find her holed up at one of the outer office consoles, or catching a glimpse of the Caitian bolting into the office just to download the days reports and then just as quickly leaving. The main security office had very much been unused space lately.

 

Therefore, JoNs had waited until the waning hours of the night, intent on not being disturbed in what she was about to undertake.

 

She walked the rest of the way in, placing both containers on the desk surface. The lights immediately snapped on. “Computer, dim lighting to lowest setting.” She could see just as well in the ship twilight for this. The darkness held a certain comfort for her as well.

 

Robair did not have much in the way of personal items around the office, but there was some. They needed to be stored until forwarded to his family when they got home. If they got home.

 

She had to ignore the overwhelming feeling of walking over the grave. She needed to take care of this now if she was to function competently in her new capacity.

 

JoNs took the former security chiefs items and gently placed then in one of the travel cylinders, and then tagged and electronically sealed the container; the Agincourt’s quartermaster would keep the items until a later date.

 

She then unlocked the second container and gazed in at the contents, some of her personal items. A blue coffee mug emblazoned with the phrase “I Don’t Do Mornings”, a picture of her parents, and a picture of herself, MVess, and all four of MVess’s living brothers. All six of the Caitian relatives wore their dress whites. The final item was a small Caitian statue of an ancient mythical warrior, resplendent in feathers, beads and mighty war axe. These items were placed on the desk surface and the shelving around the office.

 

Finished, Kansas leaned her back against the bulkhead, crossed her arms, and quietly recited a farewell.

 

“May the winds be always at your back Commander Robair.”

 

Lt. (SG) Mrrett Shaow “Kansas” JoNs

Chief of Security

 

*The Agincourt tech specs show the Sec offices as Deck 7; hoping this deck is included in the Alpha MVAM section.

Edited October 13, 2006 by Kansas_Jones