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"Security: Tension" (Joint Log)

Note: the following log is set in the Mirror Universe of the ISS Agincourt.

 

10.12.09

ISS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Security: Tension”

 

Written by: Lieutenant (sg) C.T. ‘Junior’ Caine and Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs

 

Ensigns T'Selt and Carson, Half-Vulcan and Human crew members respectively, were both sitting quietly by themselves just off the main lounge area designated for the junior officers of the crew; the two patrol partners were sipping drinks and talking quietly with one another, coming down from the long duty shift and enjoying the rare down time.

 

The current topic of conversation between the two was of course the growing rivalry between the ships executive officer and chief of security. Colonel Harper might have ordered both Commander JoNs and Lieutenant Caine to keep the situation private between the two of them only and out of sight of the crew at large.

 

But the fact remained that both of the rival senior officers had retainers and "goons" scattered throughout the crew, and as a result the loyalties and rivalries were going full bore as the Agincourt personnel of the lower decks maneuvered into position depending on whose side they were (currently) on.

 

The door slid open and Midshipman David Decatur walked through the door, his dull, smirking dark gaze traveling the lounge once. It was pretty quiet, unsurprising, given the late shift, but a few blue-shirts and a wrench jockey or two were scattered about. A couple of them tossed him odd looks as he moved into the room; unsurprising, as after the failed assassination debacle, Caine had left Decatur with the remnants of a black eye and laid his cheek open, leaving a sharp scar across his eye and jaw. The new scar was like Caine's, almost, which was what had made the pain bearable.

 

He had deserved it, anyway, having failed Caine so decisively and better to suffer the punishment at his chief's hands than at JoN's. The Cait had been too weak to follow through on her own threats. He smirked to himself as he walked towards the replicator and ordered himself a bottle of whiskey.

 

T'Selt nudged her male partner under the table with a foot and then flicked her eyes over towards Decatur as he made his entrance and made his way over towards the replicator food vendor inset into one of the chrome steel bulkheads. Carson, a dark skinned male who had been on board for just under two years, acknowledged her foot nudge with a slight dip of his head.

 

Both T'Selt and Carson had been with the SEC department when JoNs had first taken over as the chief of security a couple years back before moving onto the XO posting. And while neither of them had anything in particular against Caine...both of the senior ensigns did not like Middie Decatur very much after the stunt he had tried to pull. The two officers swigged back the last of their drinks and removed themselves from their table, walking with confidence in the young security pups direction.

 

Decatur grabbed his whiskey and turned to head for a table, reaching it at just about the same time as the two other security officers moving to intersect his path. He cocked his head sideways, looking at them as he set the bottle down with a decisive thunk. He knew them both -- JoN's men, both of them. His shoulders stiffened as he moved subtly into a more guarded stance. "Evening, there," he said.

 

Carson spoke up first. "It is evening isn't it? Some of us in the department are still wondering why you're alive. But, moving on from that little matter, you botched an attempt on the Exec's life. Our former department commander....you have any idea that you're a walking target now Middie?"

 

T'Selt moved off to flank the big boy, as well shifting into a subdued fighting stance in order to better support Carson if the fists started to fly.

 

Decatur resisted the urge to flinch as the point-eared Vulcan Ensign moved off to his side, bringing all his bravado to bear on the situation. He'd been told in no uncertain terms that he had made a spectacle of himself (and by extension, Caine) by going after JoNs, and not to do it again, but he sure as hell wasn't going to show fear in front of the Cait's people now.

 

"Gonna make something of it, Carson?" he asked, his dull baritone sharp with all the courage of stupidity.

 

The Human smirked and gave his fellow Human a flat look. "Depends Decatur. Want me to go in the shadows so you can shoot me in the back. Isn’t that how you tried to nail JoNs? From behind?"

 

Decatur's eyebrows went up and he snarled at the implication of cowardice. "I'll take you from the front, any day, Carson, with my bare hands."

 

"No you wouldn’t. Because then I'd see you coming Boy. You work better when we don’t see ya comin’"

 

T'Selt shifted position again, slowly, moving behind Decatur and yet still making no overt move towards him.

 

Decatur was starting to sweat just a little and he gripped the top of the whiskey bottle again, running his thumb around the cap, ready to swing it around if the half-Vulcan female made a move at him. He couldn't resist another jab at Carson, though -- the human wasn't much older than he was and he didn't like the tone he was using. "Yeah...guess that wouldn't work, cos soon's you saw me you'd be running the hell in the other direction. How about you go play in the warp core and leave me alone?"

 

The door slid open again, unmarked by the unfolding security...debate, revealing Ensign James Farragut, flanked by two more of the officers from Caine's current ranking security detail. Farragut had just finished with dealing with an internal discipline matter in the engineering department and really wanted nothing more than a drink, but his eyes flashed with trained precision to the center of the sense of discord present in the room. Decatur...Carson...T'Selt...it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Farragut sighed. Little pup just can't stay out of trouble, can he. He came to a halt just inside the door, exchanging a glance with the other two officers with him.

 

T’Selt spared a glance and a nod to Farragut, in effect greeting him, acknowledging him, and saying "well...what are you going to do about this" all in one gesture. Carson noted the arrival of the other members of the security detail, but kept his attention on the Middie.

 

The dark skinned male's smirk widened with glee at the younger mans attempt at bravado. "You act real brave in the lighting don't you? How did you act the other night when you went for the Ex Oh -- other then what the rumors are saying, about how you skulked in the shadows and went for an unsanctioned hit on the Cat? I know Caine isn't happy...what with the attention you brought down on her and the department…"

 

"Caine'd have been happy enough if I'd gotten my knife into her a little quicker," Decatur snapped back. "Only thing she's sorry about is that I didn't draw more blood than I did."

 

Mmm...right. Farragut winced. He was no stranger to the barroom brawl, and would have considered it a satisfying bit of entertainment to watch the three young officers go at it. But if Carson was going to drag Caine's name into it...that was a problem. He took a few steps forward, trying to subtly pull Decatur's attention from the fight; the poor fool hadn't even noticed Farragut come in.

 

“Problem?" Farragut said easily, lounging his way into the group, taking up a position next to Decatur and looking towards Carson, who had a somewhat murderous expression on his face. He could hear Decatur gulp, but he ignored it -- he'd settle things with the pup later.

 

The big Human of African descent nodded. "Aye, we have a problem here Jimmbo. This one," he jabbed a finger towards the younger one of the little group, "botched an assassination attempt on the Exec and drew down attention onto the security department as a whole. I'd say that's a real big time issue for those of us that are tryin' to live under the radar here and just do our jobs."

 

Farragut smiled casually at the younger Ensign's anger. He knew Carson's loyalties as well as Carson knew his; he had no patience for him. "Mmm...that is an issue. And I see you plan to remedy it in an equally unsubtle manner. Jumping him in the middle of the mess? My god, boy, how stupid are you?"

 

Carson cocked his head to one side. "Would it be any better if I snuck down the corridors and waited in the shadows?" Though the expression on his face remained borderline angry, his tone was matter of fact.

 

"It would be better if you'd keep your nose clean and stay the hell out of our way," Farragut replied coolly. "But if you really feel the need to bloody yourself up in the Kitten's service, at least do it somewhere where people aren't trying to eat." He paused, and then his voice went deadly serious; his broad shoulders stiffened and he glanced at the two other officers, and Decatur, who were flanking him, then looked back to meet Carson's dark eyes. "And when we find out and come to paste you to the wall...we will do them the same courtesy."

 

T'Selt snorted from behind the three males, the derisive sound incongruous with her elegant pointed ears and fine Vulcan features. "Oh, the smell of testosterone in the evening, right Boys?"

 

Even Carson, one of the male recipients that the comment was directed at, smirked a bit at his patrol partner’s sarcastic comment.

 

The dark skinned man made a decision in that millisecond, and then shook his head and flashed a salute to both Farragut and Decatur. "'Night Boys. Y'all aren't worth the effort right now. T'Selt, let's head out....get some fresh recycled air."

 

Carson easily moved past the two rival security guards, his venom and animosity seemingly turned off, just like that.

 

Farragut stepped sideways to let him pass, watching the Exec’s two pets make their way out of the lounge. Then he glanced at Decatur with a sour expression. "I only bail idiots out once, Decatur. Next time I let them tear you apart and save Caine the trouble."

 

Reaching down to the table, he scooped up the bottle of whiskey, pulling it from Decatur's fingers, and glanced at his compatriots. With a jerk of his head, he proceeded to a table in the far corner, sitting down and popping the bottle open as if nothing had happened.

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