Mission Briefing

[Cptn Elias Moore 0]

NX-05 Challenger

Mission Briefing -- August 28, 2155

 

Nagen stamped through the door and looked at the officer guarding his quarters, the same bulky woman that had escorted him from the launch bay.

 

"I demand only once more, what is the meaning of this?!" The Bolian was shouting, but the woman merely stared calmly back. "How much longer will I remain imprisoned in this room?! Where are the people who are supposed to 'question' me?! What are you all playing at?!"

 

"Mr. Nagen!" The woman cut off his tirade with a decidedly authoritative voice. "I will ask you to step back across the threshold and calm yourself."

 

The 'ask' was, of course, an order, delivered in an appopriate tone, but the Bolian ignored it and continued. "I will not be held here against my will! If you people do not ask whatever it is that you wish to ask of me and release me, I will contact my Corps and inform them of the unjust treatment that you are subjecting me to!"

 

"These are guest quarters, Mr. Nagen." The woman replied matter-of-factly. "Not a Brig cell."

 

"Ha! Do guest quarters require an armed officer standing outside the door?"

 

"Quite often, yes." The woman answered with a smarmy raise of the eyebrow.

 

"Oh, of course, 'for my own protection,' right?" The Bolian turned and stepped back through the door. He shot a fierce look back at the security guard. "Inform your Captain that I will only wait ten more minutes. If there are no charges placed against me by that time, I am leaving this vessel, and you will have no right to stop me!" He hit the access panel with significantly more pressure than was needed, shutting the door on the security guard and her barely noticeable smirk.

 

Nagen was pleased. The argument had lasted long enough.

 

He turned and glanced surreptitiously around the quarters. Yes, indeed, there were monitors in this room... he picked it up quite surely from the guard's mind. They'd been keeping a watch on him since he was brought here, likely to get a read on his mannerisms to prepare for the upcoming 'questioning.' If only they knew how well *he* could read *them* in turn.

 

He was able to read the guard's next action. His outburst would prompt her to contact the Captain, cueing the arrival of... Lieutenant Sergio Giovanni... the woman's department chief, he could read the name quite easily. The woman didn't know what had prompted his being brought to these quarters... but Giovanni would.

 

If they had something significant on him, he would have to take drastic measures that he was none too eager to take...