Jail House 'Rok

[Ki'rok 0]

Ki'rok sat in the brig. This was not how he had envisioned serving in Starfleet. He knew the protocol all to well. He bore no ill will (no pun intended) towards the Security Chief. It was, he thought, only logical to incarcerate him for the time being.

 

The field lowered and Will entered...

 

"I checked with the victim; he couldn't account for what happened to him or how he got into the jefferies tube in that condition. Medical couldn't come up with anything definitive either. Which is bad for my investigation, but is good for you."

 

Will sighed, and then continued. "I am sorry about all of this. I am sure that you understand that your brig stay is just a formality, and should be over with soon."

 

Ki'rok lifted a brow "Sir, may I remind you that I am mostly a Vulcan, and as such...you cannot offend me. I, better than anyone, understand why you placed me here.

 

"Is there anything that you might have left out of your initial incident report?" Will asked.

 

The prisoner mused..." I can only report what I know. I heard the engineer groan in the jeffries tube. I released him. I took him to medical. I wrote my report. I was bringing it to you and the rest..." he looked around the empty cell..." is history. I am curious, though, as to how long you will be detaining me."

 

"You will probably be out of here as soon as I confirm your location with the computer sensor logs during the time of the incident."

 

Ki'rok nodded and sat back on the bench. As strange as this whole scenario was, there was one thing that was honestly bothering him. Ki'rok felt as if he had been in a brig before...when he KNEW he had not...and he had an irrational fear that someone would come sing to him...most troubling, indeed.