Securing the Tyranny

[tr'Jeth Dabi 0]

st1\:*{behavior:url(#default#ieooui) }[[OOC-This log is a collaboration between myself, Allen, Mimi, Maple and Alonso. Thanks Scott and everyone!]] The secure status of the station took a toll on using the holodecks for much training, other than the initial tests. Just prior to the Emergency Order, Torate slipped an hour into his schedule, when he should have been resting, to test the cartographical display during the simulation. He felt that science did an adequate job of representing what he remembered from his taxi service back and forth to the planet.

 

Ensign Armstrong had been put in charge of scheduling all of the applicants for testing and training. However, the training was going to take at least a year to complete, once they identified additional pilots with enough skill. Not everyone was cut out to be a pilot. Torate knew this time and time again watching the applications for the security technician positions. The top three applicants were given positions working the main security console in three rotating shifts. Senior, Bean and Rutian ended up having the best of the best skills and needed to be placed "close at hand" in case of any situation.

 

Situations, what the lloann'na called them. Torate knew tensions between comrades as standard operation. If your co-worker didn't try and take your life at least once, that meant you were not worthy of being in the position you were in and would be soon stepped over. Those that had their lives threatened multiple times tended to rise high in the RSE. Not many liked tr'Jeth Dabi. His demeanor created stirs whenever he stepped, and his promotions came freely.

 

When he served on the Klingon ship, he was again at home with the rough conversation, frequent threats of his life or his threats towards others and what the lloann'na considered "nasty" food had become a delicacy.

 

The exposure to all of these different cultures, and the way he adapted, earned him more than promotions. There were specific rewards on the home world for bringing information about these things back to command. They never studied other cultures openly, in fact, they prided themselves with the knowledge of other cultures without so much as letting on as to where the information was received.

 

Torate was in a peculiar position. He had been accepted at Starfleet as an exchange student, to study along with the other SF officers. He studied many hours of heroism, honor and other topics not held so high in his homeland. The heroes studied back home were those that killed their superiors to rise in power. Heroes of the state typically took out traitors, often trumped up with circumstances that were never really confirmed. He had not killed a soul to get into the position of Daise'Security that was bestowed upon him. He was carrying the position honorably, and never had a thought to take out any superiors. What was happening to him? He thought through these things while trying to break the pilot fighters, flying to the breaking point with the holodeck flying machines.

 

As Mimi was approaching Aegis, she called ahead. "+Aegis+ Aegis this is Dr. Pavilion. Requesting permission to dock. Please have some from medical meet me for decontamination. Thank you." OPS alerted security of the pending shuttle docking.

 

Security followed the ridged protocol recently enacted under the circumstances and alerted the Chief. The COM rang out, "Chief tr'Jeth Dabi, sir, Sec Tech Bean. You wanted to be alerted before anyone docked. We have a shuttle returning from the planet. If I am interrupting you, I could meet them and do the inspection?"

 

"Na, Tell Armstrong meet me at the bay, this flighter can wait," he responded on the COM. And with that, Torate closed down the program and the walls melted back into the golden squares.

 

"Fl-ighter, Sir?" Bean inquired.

 

He didn't realize this word wasn't part of federation speech, but just figured that there was interference on the COM. "Ie, flighter. The fighting machines that fly outside of this station," trying to add some sarcasm, "those you were tested on?"

 

Bean wondered, 'To have an opportunity to correct the Chief of Security,.. oh the hell I would get.' And never said a word. Instead, he contacted Ensign Armstrong. "Ensign Armstrong, Sir, Chief tr'Jeth Dabi requires your presence in the docking bay.

 

"Thank you Mr. Bean, I'm on my way," Armstrong replied over the COM. He had been on routine patrol of Pylon 1 at the time, but he turned on his heel to return to the turbo lift. He made a note of the location he'd ended his rounds on the PADD he was carrying as he entered the turbo lift.

 

With the holodeck closed back down, Torate left and took his long strides to the turbo lift, then exited near the hanger bay where the shuttle was due to land.

 

Eventually Mimi was greeted by Mr. Armstrong and Mary-Alice, who she knew from sickbay. tr'Jeth Dabi just stood to the side, watching the shakedown. Allen had his orders from Torate when they set up the regimental procedures to be used before anyone was permitted to enter the pylon without escort.

 

"Well, lets get this over with knowing how the Ambassador hates delays." Mimi stood there as Mary-Alice decontaminated her from the unknown from the planet. She turned towards tr'Jeth Dabi, "Also, I need to get a list of supplies up to the commander so she knows what's going to the planet. The teams gonna need it in order to fix whatever it is their going to fix there at the 'colony' or the second site." Mimi puts up one of her hands to refrain tr'Jeth Dabi from speaking, "Don't ask me which it is, because I seriously don't know." She notices that Mary-Alice is done decontaminating her and waits for further instructions from Mr. tr'Jeth Dabi before departing for the Command Tower and then to Sickbay.

 

He let the rambling woman finish her diatribe with utmost patience. Once she finally took a breath, he interjected calmly, "You may be cleared from the maenek, but not security." Torate spoke with clear authority. He nodded to Armstrong to proceed to check her person and anything she was carrying.

 

He monitored the entire security sweep as Ensign Armstrong proceeded and sec Tech Rutian continued in and out of the shuttlecraft. Once Armstrong gave the word, tr'Jeth Dabi just nodded and let him release her. The Chief spoke to the Ensign afterwards, "monitor Rutian and finish up the shuttle

 

Armstrong gave a nod at the order, "Yes, sir." He entered the shuttle to pay closer attention to Rutian's work. He had brought with him a security tricorder. If there were any explosive devices, he'd find them. If there were ruins being smuggled back from the dig, he'd find them too. Satisfied, he holstered the tricorder and continued to supervise the relative dismantling of the shuttle.

 

Security Tech Rutian had been on the shuttle, with clear orders to search behind every panel, under all covers, behind, in, under, above, outside of, and through everything on that shuttle. With Armstrong over her shoulder, she made sure she was thorough. There was to be no chance that an artifact, a pebble or any element could be removed from the planet without the Ambassador's knowledge and permission. The shuttle was becoming a mass of parts stacking up just outside its door.

 

Chief tr'Jeth Dabi finally determined that the shuttle was clear and released the security staff from the bay. He left as well, to return to Main Security without a word to anyone.

 

Several hours and a shift change later, the doors to the shuttlebay opened. Light spilled into the dim shuttlebay, surrounding in a halo Crewman Alonso Packard, Fighter Mechanic 1st Class, as he stood in the doorway. In one hand he clutched a PADD containing the day's work orders; as usual, he began his shift by reviewing the work to be done and delegating it to his dedicated deckhands. With its tractor beam now operational, the flight bay was a hub of activity as his fellow deckhands readied fighters for test flights and training simulations with Aegis' --- fighter squadron. Packard had reserved this shuttlebay for fighter maintenance and was looking forward to the work ahead.

 

Contrary to what some particularly arrogant engineers might think, Packard was no idiot. He knew the difference between a shuttle and a fighter; the craft sitting in his shuttlebay was definitely not a fighter. The mess of parts just outside the shuttle's still-open hatch were definitely not fighter parts. And Packard, though he could field-strip a Type 9 shuttlecraft in fifty-three seconds or less, was not a shuttle mechanic.

 

Packard knew exactly what was going on, of course. This was some sort of practical joke perpetrated upon him by Lts. Coleridge and Fletcher. No doubt they thought it was payback, but as far as Packward was concerned, they owed him. And it was one thing to call into question Packard's competence; creating unnecessary work--and delaying important fighter maintenance--was just downright irresponsible. A smile spread across Packard's face. Oh, he had them now. He could report them to Centurion Jorahl, no doubt, and have them scrubbing plasma conduits for a week. But let no one call Crewman Alonso Packard, Fighter Mechanic 1st Class, a tattle-tale. As a refined and erudite man, Packard knew there was one and only one response to an affront of this magnitude.

 

Only two words ran through Packard's mind as the shuttlebay doors closed behind him: "retaliate" and "escalate." Those engineers underestimated the capabilities of a man of his station; they weren't dealing with a Fighter Mechanic 2nd class, after all. He thought that after the altercation in the flight bay they had seen reason; obviously, he was mistaken. It was time for Crewman Alonso Packard, Fighter Mechanic 1st Class, to take a stand against tyranny and injustice--not just for himself or for his crew, but for enlisted personnel everywhere.