"Field Trip"

[LeftEar JoNs 0]

USS Excalibur NCC-2000B

“Field Trip”

The away team materialized on the Bajoran station, in a quiet section a bit away from the main concourse. Left Ear JoNs immediately scanned the area visually, knowing the others were doing the same; once she detected no immediate problems, the brown furred feline allowed herself to relax marginally.

 

She glanced over at her comrades – Lt. Commander Teykier, the ops and sciences manager; JoNs’s security chief Lieutenant Segami, and Lieutenant Maturin from sciences – and saw that they were all glancing around as she was, attempting to get a visual picture of the meeting area for when they would return to be beamed back to the Scorpiad fighter piloted by Victria. The Caitians investigative tendencies were in over drive, and she was basically being nosy as well.

 

The security officer moved over to a small alcove leading to another section of the main concourse area, and stayed in the shadows, looking out and observing. Her dark fur and clothing aided her with blending in.

 

It was rather unremarkable, as space stations went; drab gray decking and bulkheads, banners advertising this and that, various shops, offices and the like. The workers and station inhabitants all went about their business, really paying no mind to the Caitian. Then, a commotion from down the corridor that she was adjacent to caused her to flip an ear in that direction, followed by her eyes.

 

A scruffy looking Bajoran, say in his mid to late teens, bolted past her hiding place, clutching what looked like a wad of credit sticks, with two Starfleet security officers right on his heels.

 

The uniforms…the uniforms were just…different. The man and woman – both Terran – wore the black trousers, but the male’s gold tunic jacket was sleeveless while the woman wore a gold halter top that left nothing to the imagination. What the…?

 

They both caught up to the kid, and based on the shouted conversation, he had supposedly taken the credit sticks from one of the open vendor stands on the promenade. That meant he would be booked…

 

The woman, who wore her hair in a military style cut, just up and socked the young Bajoran kid right across the jaw with her fist; he went down and the cred sticks flew out of his hand. The male officer, who had a full beard, chose that moment to bring his stun baton down on the kids mid-section.

 

… or perhaps the Bajoran juvenile would be beaten senseless.

 

No one helped, and no one moved as the two security officers continued to beat him - including Left Ear. With an effort, she stayed in the shadows, ignoring her security protection instincts and instead listening to her self-protective instincts.

 

The discipline these officers were doling out to the civilian – for a minor infraction - was brutal and savage. What exactly had they gotten themselves into in this so called alternate reality?

Edited September 4, 2007 by LeftEar JoNs

[Dox Maturin 0]

Wow don't jaywalk in this place!