Jail Break

[Jacob_Wright 0]

In the office of the CSEC, Lt. Culhane of the Utopia Planeta shipyards

 

"Well after investigating your record, it would appear you have had a few issues with Tellarite’s. Tossed in the brig twice for physical assault, numerous other complaints about verbal and written threats. Then aboard the B you had one as your superior. And then to make it even worse T'Preshk took the position of ops over you again aboard the Challenger. You must have been pretty choked up at the launch." Began the Culhane.

 

"Well, if you would read a bit deeper you would notice that counselling reports showed major progress with the issues. No complaints about me within a year. That would be a fairly large jump, would you not agree?" Shot back Ens. Harris.

 

"True, however T’Preshk is one of the people to have one of the complaints."

 

"Sounds like you don’t have a lot on me, and trying to make me confess. Now, since I came here on my own will, your not arresting me, I am free to leave. Have a good night sir." Followed up by Harris getting up and storming out of office. Culhane continued to sit in his chair and look over all of the current evidence, and attempt to put something solid together.

 

"Wait, hand print analysis. I might be able to compare marks left on the victim to that of the suspects. Computer, display file photo 0023." The picture of T’Preshk’s upper body appears on the screen and Culhane begins to do a few commands, eventually having a few small bruises visible on the neck line. He then measures the distance between the two marks, then looks at his own hand. "Hmm looks like thumb to pinky. Computer, display Ens. Harris counselling record." Again the screen flashes and the CSEC scrolls down to the bottom. "Last session, forced to make amends to the people he has wronged, in person if able. Reason to be in her room as well. Guess I got him, or well enough for now"

 

In Harris quarters, during the time Culhane was finding evidence

 

"Damn, they’re on to me. He knows I did it, just a matter of time before he is able to prove that it was me. I gotta get out of here, but they wont let me transport or fly out of here, authorised. Well, I’m already going away for life for murder, theft would just add to sentence." Harris then leaves his quarters.

 

A few more minutes pass by and finally Culhane attempted to contact Harris.

 

"Ens. Harris, please report to my office immediately." A few minutes pass by without a response. "Ens Harris please respond" tried Culhane again, without any luck. "Security, find Ens Harris, and apprehend him."

 

On the Command Center

 

"Sir, we have a shuttle trying to launch, no contact with anyone yet, and no schedualed departures for the next 40 minutes." Comment the ops officer.

 

"Hmm, is it a regular?" questioned the CO, Anthony Evans.

 

"Aye sir, its one of ours. One life sign on board, still no contact to any hails."

 

"Sir, we have proven Ens Harris is the murderer on board the Challenger. However my teams can not find him, and he hasn’t responded to any of calls." Culhane alerted Evans over the com.

 

"Alright, think I might know who is in this shuttle then. Thanks for the heads up." Replied Evans "Divert the patrol craft, and clear the workers out of the area. Try to disable his engines, and take him alive."

 

"On it sir" commented the ops officer again. The patrol craft quickly move to interecept the shuttle and move in behind to take a shot. However the shuttle quickly turns for a near pass on a ship under construction, nearly missing a couple of the worker bees moving to get into the hanger. The fighters still hold fire, not wanting to hit anything on the ship, and cause any major delays to it, or worse. Again, the fighter manoeuvre for another shot, but the shuttle stays between them and a ship under construction. After about a minute of the chaise the shuttle gets passed the last ship under construction, and one of the fighters moves in and takes a shot, about a half second after the shuttle jumped to warp.

 

"Sir, we lost him, he’s gone to warp."

 

"Alright, do we have any ships in dock which and pursue him."

 

"Negative, the closest we have to launch is 9 hours."

 

"Hmm, what about other ships in range?"

 

The ops officer looks down. "Only one sir, the Challenger."

"Alert them. Guess they are going to get revenge for the death of there crewman."

Edited April 6, 2008 by Jacob_Wright