"A Conversation at the Brig"

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1.13.07

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“A Conversation at the Brig”

 

Andorian Security Ensign Mical sat at the receiving desk situated in the entranceway for the main brig, toying with a blank data padd. Her antenna drooped lazily, and she was bored out of her skull. Any reports she needed to make had already been filed and sent, and the security offices were operating under a skeleton watch due to a good bit of ship’s personnel planet side for shore leave. She herself had traded brig shifts with D’Angelo, and honestly, nothing interesting was going to happen this watch.

 

A commotion from out in the corridor caught her attention, and she cocked an antenna, wondering if she really heard something or if her mind was playing tricks on her. A second later, she dropped the padd she had been fiddling with at the sight that followed the very real commotion.

 

Colonel Harper flew in, uniformed and firmly dragging two officers in scuffed civilian attire. Mical recognized the knife wearing Xenexian enlisted sciences officer as one, but her jaw met the floor next to the padd when she spotted JoNs as the other half of the pair. Harper offered a polite nod to Mical but didn’t slow her determined pace as she continued past with her rather tipsy charges.

 

The ensign flicked a glance at the desk’s computer console. She really should enter the information. Any one, ahem, enjoying the brig facilities needed to be logged in, as well as the officer that escorted the violators in. And the Xenexian should be relieved of that knife, as no weapons were permitted within the brig. This was too weird. One crisis at a time.

The Andorian quietly got up from the chair and lurked at the entranceway to the brig area, careful to stay out of site. She nervously pushed a lock of her platinum white hair behind an ear. She caught bits and pieces of the ensuing conversation. Rather, Harper laying down the law on Condacin and JoNs due to some hell they had raised planet side.

 

When she heard the brig force field hum into existence, Mical quickly leapt back into her desk chair, quietly but not very graceful, the impact sending the chair to slide into the bulkhead. Harper blew past shortly thereafter, a determined whoosh of raven black hair and bad ass command vibes electrifying the air.

 

The ensign sat there in the silence for a while, attempting to figure out if any of that had just happened, or if it had all been an illusion of her bored, action deprived brain, and thankful she had not been involved in any of it.

 

“Brig Officer.” A purred, disembodied voice called out from the back room. It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a suggestion.

 

Okay, so she hadn’t been daydreaming. Mical removed herself from the chair and finally remembered to pick up the data padd from the floor, just to have something to hold onto more then anything. She entered the brig area tentatively, her mien one big question mark of “what was that all about”.

 

Lieutenant JoNs stood in the cell closest to the entranceway, one paw braced against the non charged support frame of the force field. She was a bit battered physically, and her slitted green eyes showed some pain as a headache blossomed and sickness began to settle into her stomach. She managed a slight, understanding smile at the discomfit of the security ensign. “Come a bit closer Ensign. I and my co-hort are apparently only a danger to ourselves.”

 

Condacin lay fast asleep on the brig’s simple, no frills bunk. She was flat on her back, snoring, mouth wide open and saliva running down the side of her cheek.

 

“Sir, I could disengage the field for a bit if you’d like to give any instructions…”

 

“Touch that input pad and you’ll be in the brig next to us.” The tone was not harsh, but again the statement was not a suggestion.

 

“Yes sir.” Mical adopted a parade rest stance, the padd held behind her.

 

The Caitian security chief looked at her Andorian officer. “Turned out to be a rather interesting parade we made through your shift time wasn’t it?”

 

“Yes it was Lieutenant.”

 

She could tell that the ensign was practically dying inside to get all the gory details; her antenna stalks kept quivering. “When do you head planet side for your leave Mical?

 

“Next cycle sir.”

 

A pause. “Do not get inebriated to the point where you put yourself into a situation you can’t get out of Ensign. I don’t want to see this situation reversed, and as you can see the consequences will not be pretty.”

 

A slight quirk to the Andorian’s mouth indicated that she was fighting a smile. “No sir. I was just considering contacting those of us that are going out together to suggest some shopping and sightseeing rather then our, ah, planned activity.”

 

A tired smile. “That sounds like a very smart plan Ensign. Return to your duties.”

 

Mical nodded and crisply turned on a heel, walking back out into the receiving area, throwing her chief a sympathetic/glad I’m not you glance over her shoulder before walking out of sight.

 

JoNs waved a paw in front of the sensor to release the smaller but no less functional bunk/bench, opposite the one the Xenexian was sprawled on, from the bulkhead. She winged a wane eye over to the snoring form of Condacin and gave her bunk a little kick. Odile snorted and shifted position, her snoring a bit quieter now.

 

The Caitian collapsed on the second bunk, wanting nothing more then to catch some sleep.

Edited January 14, 2007 by Kansas_Jones