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AT/D13 - Security Complex - Tyra Crawford - 07-17-2024
== The Security Complex is an extensive facility that houses all the needs for the ship’s Security personnel. Training Areas, Shooting Range, and Armory are some of the larger features. The Chief of Security’s Office is located along with a few other small offices and interview rooms. There is a sizable Lounge and Rest Area that is permeated with the aroma of coffee, even in emergencies. There is also a Locker Room with refreshment facilities, a Briefing Room, and an area for communications exchange usually referred to as ‘Dispatch’. Finally, the Brig area features several holding cells, with most designed for multiple occupancy with bunk beds, refreshment stations, and an ever-present forcefield when in use. A couple cells are designated for single occupancy only, when isolated or protective custody is needed. The brig area is overwatched by a few desk terminals occupied by security personnel at all times when detainees are present. ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 09-03-2024
== Morning of the launch ==
Historically, Mara was very much not a morning person. Her natural rhythm ran much later than others and she was normally still active long after dark. But after all of yesterday’s drama, she just flat hadn’t been able to sleep. Having snatched a couple of hours in amongst constant tossing and turning, she’d given up. That was why, as the ship chronometer ticked past 0600, she was hard at work dealing with her department’s admin having already powered through her morning workout and showered. Her tunic hung from the back of her chair as she cooled off a little in the black tank top she normally wore underneath.
There had been a few changes to the way Security ran under Calleja’s nascent leadership. She’d stepped up the drills dramatically. Pretty much everyone was going through 2 sims daily, 1 on the offensive on a variety of enemy vessels and hostile planets, and 1 on the defensive holding Artemis against attackers. It had caused a lot of grumbling but the COS had been relentless in her attempts to increase tactical awareness, physical fitness and the ability to work in teams. She had put herself through the same simulations both as a leader for the Artemis crew and taking charge of the efforts to test them, earning respect for her sharp tactical mind just as much as her prodigious physical fitness.
It wouldn’t have surprised anyone to know that Mara was also trying to build a culture of openness. Questions were encouraged, new ideas welcomed and honest feedback given. Her department were still getting used to this. Freedom to speak was not freedom from consequences for point-scoring or trying to grandstand. There had been a couple of incidents where officers had tried to change a plan at the last minute and torpedoed a drill, earning themselves Mara’s wrath. And whilst she had been happy to discuss most things, so far nobody had had the courage to bring up ‘fight night’. Her hostile views on martial arts, boxing and sparring were very well known and there hadn’t yet been anyone willing to try and champion the ship’s boxing tradition.
Mara had also put her own stamp on the Chief of Security's office. Most noticeable was the jacked up desk, set to be comfortable for her 6’2” height, and high-end coffee machine set up on a table just outside that she had procured and provisioned with Support’s help and paid for out of her own pocket.
One of the office’s walls was given over to lauding the department. Every time one of her crew earned a promotion, medal, citation or anything else, a copy went up on the office wall. There were also scoreboards showing the best scores and times in drills, and team photos of the best performers. It was becoming a badge of honour to have your name up there in lights.
The wall opposite was given over to reminders of what Mara and the others fought for. There were pictures of Bandar City back home, showing both its dirty underbelly and the brutalist magnificence of the governmental Spire building at night. Her parents featured in others, along with a collage of the sparse few images she had of her sister from before her untimely death. She’d let the shift leaders add their own images, places they found special and beautiful, some with loved ones in. It was an eclectic collection but the COS found the effect inspiring.
Sending off her feedback on the recent round of performance reviews, Calleja levered herself to her feet and moved to the coffee machine, a used mug in her hand. She loaded in a particularly strong Colombian blend that she had started to enjoy and set the fire engine red device going. There were some faint cracks and pops as she stretched out her back and shoulders, and then she leant against the office door frame as her cup was filled.
I’m still not used to my name bein’ over that door she thought with a faint smile. Never thought I’d ever actually make it. An’ I probably came really really close to losin’ it yesterday. But here I am. Bandaran street trash to Chief of Security, USS Artemis. Kuik was right. I need to let myself enjoy that more than I do.
A faint chime indicated that her coffee was ready, and Mara wandered back to her desk cradling the freshly brewed drink like it was an elixir of life. She settled back down in the chair and leant back, boots on the desktop as she took a sip.
== As for whom the bell will toll… ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Tyra Crawford - 09-05-2024
== 0615 ==
Tyra's steps, solid and sure in her early morning journeying, faltered ever so slightly as she caught sight of the doors to Artemis' security office. Truth be told, Tyra wasn't exactly certain she had the time or emotional fortitude for this particular task but it felt necessary, something that needed to be righted before it slipped through her fingers.
She let herself waver for a second under the guise of taking a hearty sip of coffee, the warm notes of cinnamon and nutmeg causing her shoulders to relax just a fraction. It seemed that her trek into DS9 for real coffee had been worth it, even if it had spurred her out of her quarters earlier than necessary.
Not that it had impacted her sleep any, what little she'd gotten. She didn't think falling asleep at her desk while talking to Thomas counted as restful sleep but the fact that her husband had managed to settle her nerves enough for even that little nap to be possible should have qualified him for sainthood, among numerous other qualities.
Regardless of the lack of sleep, she felt more in control and certainly looked more like a decorated captain now than a haggard traveler stumbling in from an unfortunate journey. Her hair was woven nearly into a braid that hung over her shoulder easily at it's current length; her uniform was perfectly pressed, even if the jacket was currently hanging open for comfort. Her skin was back to it's sunkissed hue with faint freckles peaking out instead of dominating her pale skin and her eyes, previously the window to her conflict, easily hid the turmoil under a sharpness that was familiar and steady.
There was still plenty of conflict and turmoil to hide from view. Her conversation with Bill, while enlightening and insightful, hadn't fixed anything, other than temper her anger with the older man. She was still angry that the choice had been taken from her but she understood the lay of the board, what he had seen that she hadn't and how that had pushed him to make the moves that he had. She understood that he had acted in the best interest of Artemis and in his mind the Fleet, trying to protect Artemis from vultures when it became apparent that Coleman was on a sinking ship, and she knew he had felt that was a conclusion she wouldn't have been capable of abiding. He was probably right and fortunately, it was theory that wouldn't need to be tested ... yet.
And that was partly what had her walking into the security office at the crack of dawn. If there was any hope of keeping Artemis intact come what may, she needed everyone's cooperation and she needed everyone on the same page. That included headstrong and overly opinionated Chiefs. Having been one at one time, she was hopeful she could make some headway before the launch began in earnest.
Fortunately, the office was quiet with most personnel not due back for another 45 minutes but she didn't miss the look the watch officer sent her, though whether it was due to her presence aboard Artemis after her removal or the mere fact the captain was visiting the department this early was anyone's guess.
She made note of the changes to the space between Miller's departure and Calleja's promotion, nodding her approval to the new chief making it her own place, before she hit the chime to the Chief's office. She could still feel the watch officer's eyes on her as she waited so she busied herself with another sip of coffee.
Did I forget my scythe? He's staring at me like I'm the Grim Reaper...
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RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 09-09-2024
Mara’s head swung across to the door as the chime sounded.
“Come,” she called, idly wondering who was after her at this hour. When Tyra Crawford was framed in the doorway, the Security chief smiled wryly.
“Ah. That time. I was wonderin’ when retribution was gonna catch up to me, and whether it was gonna be you or Givens,” Calleja said with a good-natured grin, swinging her boots off the desk and gesturing to the visitor chairs. “You’re lookin’ much more like you today, I gotta say. Please, sit. Mi casa su casa and all that.” She could easily have passed for Hispanic, but the only Spanish she knew was the odd phrase she liked that she’d picked up from others.
“Look, I’ll save you the pain of havin’ to take me to task,” Mara said, fronting up to what she knew was coming. “I know I fucked up yesterday. Counsellor Kuik already kicked my arse hard about it. And I know I owe Givens an apology. When it sticks less in my throat, I’ll go find her and give it. It was friendly fire. I wasn’t even angry with her, she caught someone else’s grief that they had comin’.”
She sighed. She’d thought about what she was going to say when one of the Captains did come to speak to her, but this wasn’t a prepared speech. The Bandaran wore her heart on her sleeve.
“And I’m sorry to you as well,” Mara added. “You gave me this job, this chance, and in the very first briefin’, I go shootin’ from the lip and let you down. All I can say in my defence is, I’m not great at handlin’ change. Little stuff, sure. Work that shift instead of that one, cover this, run a drill, I can deal with that. But the big overarchin’ stuff, not so much. Took me a while to adjust to bein’ on Artemis. And it took me pretty much the whole leave period to adjust to bein’ COS. Then, bam, you were gone, and it threw me for a loop. And then you were back. It felt like… No, it still feels like, we’re bein’ played with. And I know I don’t have any right to be that angry about somethin’ that wasn’t even happenin’ to me. But that’s not how it works in my warped excuse of a brain. If someone is comin’ for a crewmate or a friend, they’re comin’ for me.”
Mara shook her head.
“There was a lot to deal with in that briefin’ and I didn’t deal with it well. Honestly, I don’t regret speakin’ out. What happened to you was shockin’ and it still bugs me a little that nobody else sat around that table felt strongly enough to stick their head up and say so. But there’s a middle ground between bein’ silent and gobbin’ off. I will find it. I will do better next time.”
Having said her piece, Calleja lapsed into silence and leant back in her chair. Most others probably would have let Crawford go first and taken the consequences. But that wasn’t her way. She wasn’t the type of person to sit meekly and await her fate, especially when she already knew why the CO was here.
I hope it makes things a little less awkward. I hate when people fumble around tryin’ to find a way to say things that won’t set me off. Much easier if I do it for them.
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RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Tyra Crawford - 09-13-2024
The wry smile Mara shot her upon her entry eased some of the tension from Tyra's shoulders, her own lips curving into a matching smile as she stepped into the office. It seemed Starfleet's design team hadnt strayed far in the last fifteen years as the office easily could have been her own from the Gettysburg or Nova.
“Ah. That time. I was wonderin’ when retribution was gonna catch up to me, and whether it was gonna be you or Givens,” Calleja said with a good-natured grin, swinging her boots off the desk and gesturing to the visitor chairs. “You’re lookin’ much more like you today, I gotta say. Please, sit. Mi casa su casa and all that.”
"Oddly enough, I like to swing my own execution axe when the opportunity presents itself," she replied wryly with a grin of her own as she took the offered seat and settled in.
“Look, I’ll save you the pain of havin’ to take me to task,” Mara began, causing Tyra's eyebrow to arch ever so slightly as the Chief of Security laid out a mea culpa that was both honest and concise. Either she had paid close attention to the counselor or Tyra's previous lectures hadn't fallen on deaf ears after all.
All the same, Tyra let her speak, hiding a slightly amused smile behind her coffee cup as the Chief laid out many of the redhead's own thoughts and echoed some things that had been pointed out the night before. Mara's words seemed to mingle with whisps of memory for a moment.
"I don't suppose you would appreciate it if I pointed out that sounds like the sort of headstrong opinion a young security chief I knew might have held?"
Tyra had chuckled dryly. "Yes, well, I wouldn't have voiced that opinion in the middle of the briefing. I would have just worn a trail in the ready room carpet afterwards..."
Her husband's smile was clearly amused and maybe a tad indulgent, his eyebrows waggling just a little as if he didn't believe that to be necessarily the truth. "Oh, I don't know. Everyone has a limit to what they'll tolerate and I have definitely witnessed yours... And not always discreetly."
She hummed slightly as she picked up her cup of tea and sipped from it, having given up on coffee at this ungodly hour. "That's the exception for me, not the rule. If she doesn't watch out, her exception will be managing to get through a briefly without exploding."
Now, he nodded with a chuckle before his blue eyes, the slightest twinkle still present, latched onto hers like a searchlight. "Just remember, not everyone bleeds that uniform. You were practically born wearing it with all of the expectations and rules that come with it. The rest of us have a learning curve, some steeper than others."
"Everest, Thomas. Hers is freaking Mount Everest," she reminded her husband and not for the first time, she suspected he enjoyed watching her struggle through personnel issues. Better her than him, she was certain he believed.
She hadn't completely lost the thread of Mara's words, having caught a promise to apologize to Givens and then, an apology directed her own way before the younger woman began to try to explain why it had happened. From anyone else, it might have come off as excuses but the self-deprecating and pointed way Mara delivered her words made it seem more like needed context.
"--Then, bam, you were gone, and it threw me for a loop. And then you were back. It felt like… No, it still feels like, we’re bein’ played with. And I know I don’t have any right to be that angry about somethin’ that wasn’t even happenin’ to me. But that’s not how it works in my warped excuse of a brain. If someone is comin’ for a crewmate or a friend, they’re comin’ for me.”
“There was a lot to deal with in that briefin’ and I didn’t deal with it well. Honestly, I don’t regret speakin’ out. What happened to you was shockin’ and it still bugs me a little that nobody else sat around that table felt strongly enough to stick their head up and say so. But there’s a middle ground between bein’ silent and gobbin’ off. I will find it. I will do better next time.”
"Just because they didn't say anything doesn't mean they didn't feel strongly about what happened. The difference is they allowed themselves the time to digest and assess a complicated situation before reacting," Tyra corrected with a gentleness that likely didn't fit with the nature of her visit.
"Think of this like a tactical situation: there are times, as a security officer, where you have to act immediately and rely on your instincts to get you through without a full assessment and there are times where you have the time and capability to assess and weigh all the options. You chose the former in a situation where the urgency wasn't there, not for the first time either. And if you did that in a controlled environment like a briefing, I feel quite confident in saying eventually your emotions, or more accurately, your inability to control them, will lead you to do the same thing in a situation that will not be as forgiving."
Tyra paused, lifting her cup to her lips as she watched Mara for a moment. Her body language clearly stated she wasn't done, even if it still seemed relaxed by her standards.
"For the record, I don't regret giving you that jacket but you're narrowing your margin for error before we're even out of space dock. Change is part of wearing this uniform and you need to learn to roll with the punches or get your world rocked regularly. As a partially reformed hot head myself, I'm not asking for the sage calmness of a damn Vulcan. I'm asking that you learn when and where to unleash it and when to just let it simmer until it can be addressed somewhere else."
Tyra could admit Thomas was right though. Despite her fiery temper and sharp tongue, she'd known before ever putting the uniform on officially how to wield it and how not to. She was what most considered a legacy officer, one born to bleed for the Fleet and indoctrinated into its customs well before she entered the Academy. In fact, she could only think of one time she'd erupted during a briefing and the situation had been such to grant her excellent company in her dissent.
"Because all you're doing with these meeting stunts is making your fellow officers doubt whether they can trust you to remain calm under pressure. I believe you can but that's a hard sell when I can't even get you through a briefing without a spiral."
"And Captain Givens isn't wrong; I'm expending most of my capitol on my own survival and likely Coleman's now... I can't save you if you massively **** this up," Tyra added, the admission seemingly a painful one based on the slight grimace she masked with another sip of coffee.
"So find a way to make it through a meeting without fighting someone. You've already tried with myself, and now, both Givens and Coleman in the same meeting. I'm a little worried you'll be fighting a flag officer in our next briefing."
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RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 09-17-2024
"Just because they didn't say anything doesn't mean they didn't feel strongly about what happened. The difference is they allowed themselves the time to digest and assess a complicated situation before reacting."
The correction from Tyra was far more tactful than Mara thought she deserved as the Security chief took a sip from her own coffee. The comparison to a tactical simulation was one that she rolled around in her head briefly, before returning her full attention to what the CO was saying.
"Because all you're doing with these meeting stunts is making your fellow officers doubt whether they can trust you to remain calm under pressure. I believe you can but that's a hard sell when I can't even get you through a briefing without a spiral. And Captain Givens isn't wrong; I'm expending most of my capitol on my own survival and likely Coleman's now... I can't save you if you massively **** this up."
Tyra’s grimace didn’t pass unnoticed. It seemed she was having to adjust to her own new reality as well, one with much higher stakes than Mara’s.
"So find a way to make it through a meeting without fighting someone. You've already tried with myself, and now, both Givens and Coleman in the same meeting. I'm a little worried you'll be fighting a flag officer in our next briefing."
The Bandaran nodded. She gave it a moment’s pause to make sure the CO was finished before she spoke up.
“I deserved both barrels. I appreciate not gettin’ ‘em. Thanks for understandin’. And I get it. I’m not exactly screamin’, give me all the responsibility ‘cause I can handle it,” she replied. “Honestly, I didn’t sleep much last night ‘cause I was really thinkin’ if I’m right for a DH job. I’m supposed to be part of the solution, not another problem. But I can’t walk away. You believed in me. Still do. That means I gotta believe as well. I gotta show you, and Givens, and even Coleman when he gets back, why that was. It ain’t been a smooth start, but it’s time for me to stop talkin’ and start deliverin’.”
Wide shoulders rose and fell as Mara drew in a deep breath and let it out. She wasn’t completely oblivious - she had seen some of the same parallels between herself and Tyra that the CO had. That they were both throwbacks in their own way had earned the Security chief some goodwill but as Crawford had just made clear, that was all but exhausted. It was time for Calleja to adapt.
I’ve made bigger jumps than this, and I’ve never been better set up to make a good job of it. I just gotta stop gettin’ in my own way.
“Is there anythin’ you need me to take care of before we launch?” Mara asked. “Aside from the obvious learnin’ to shut the hell up,” she added with a faint self-deprecating smile.
== Back atcha! ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 11-25-2024
== Jumping ahead a little from prior posts ==
Mara was quiet as she did her rounds of the department, her mind turning over Tyra’s words even as they were still ringing in her ears. The CO had certainly given her plenty to think about.
I really gotta stop gettin’ in my own way. I got this job off the back of what I can do when the shit starts flyin’. And if I’m not careful I’m gonna lose it ‘cause of what I do when it ain’t.
The Security Chief’s wandering took her past the training area. She watched the sparring sessions dispassionately, noting who was holding their own and who wasn’t, until she got to one of the mats with an increasing number crowded around it. The gathered crew saw her coming and parted to let her through, and she ended up stood next to Leman Yordan. The burly Trill Lieutenant was the de-facto second in command, at least until Calleja got around to actually naming her deputy.
“So. You wanna tell me why so many are watchin’ this kid here?” Mara asked. There was a young male, dark-skinned and part-Vulcan by the look of him, training with one of the instructors. As the COS watched, he bullrushed the instructor and knocked him flying.
“That is Ensign Ryon,” Yordan replied. “Freshly transferred, as Command felt he could use some tough love. He’s also refusing to listen to any of the instructors until one of them can beat him. And therein lies the problem. He’s wiped the floor with pretty much all of us. Don’t know how much Vulcan is in there but it’s enough that we’ve not been able to rattle him.”
Mara sighed.
“Seriously? The kid won’t listen until someone decks him?” she asked.
“Nope. I’m half-tempted to herd him out of the nearest airlock but I figured I’d try and put him back in his box first.”
“Fuck me. This is what they pump out of the Academy these days?” The Chief smiled wryly. “They wouldn’t let me away with that, so this guy’s family must have dirt on the AIs.”
Ryon evidently heard her, as he put the instructor on the floor again and strode over. He was a little taller than Mara and he had confidence to burn, judging by the swagger and the way he easily met her unflinching eye.
“I have proved myself superior to those who wish to instruct me. It is not remotely logical for me to take that instruction,” he said.
Calleja looked at him coolly.
“OK. Your timin’ sucks kid, ‘cause I just got chewed out by the Cap’n and I’m willin’ to share that pain with you.” The COS unbuckled her holster from her belt and handed it to Yordan. “Sparrin’ fields are on, right?” she asked. “I found you someone with a box.”
“Oh yeah. Fields are on. Go nuts,” Yordan replied, a smile curling his lip as Mara nodded. The burly Trill was one of the very small number of officers who had seen the Chief fight and he knew what was coming.
The noise around the mat increased sharply as Mara stepped out to face down Ryon. She had never sparred openly with anyone since she had arrived. Her opinions on the practice were well-documented and very hostile, so to see her engage with anyone was a surprise.
I need to stop this kinda shit right here and right now. No more of this. Which means this guy is goin’ down as hard as possible. Sucks to be him.
There was a part of Mara that recoiled at the very idea of what she was about to do. The slightest glorification of violence appalled her, and now here she was, on a sparring mat with a junior officer with the full intention of literally beating some sense into him. But the Chief was nothing if not a pragmatist. She wasn’t one for debates and logical answers. That was shaky ground for her. Close quarters combat, on the other hand, was how she’d built such a fearsome reputation. It was the quickest and most emphatic way she could make her point.
“So if I’m gonna take you to school. Let’s talk logic,” Mara said, glaring at Ryon as she spoke to him and the rapidly-growing crowd of Security crew. “You’re a part-Vulcan male. I’m human female. You’re taller than me, and safe to say you’re both stronger and faster than I am. Logically, this should be a mismatch. Am I right so far?”
“Yes, Chief Calleja.” Ryon started to bounce on the balls of his feet.
“And it is a mismatch. Just not in the way you think it is,” Mara said calmly. “You’re outgunned. Physically, yeah, you got the edge. But I’ve been doin’ this way longer than you have, and this lesson is gonna hurt. So I’m gonna give you one last chance to step down from the cliff edge you’ve just decided to do a handstand on.”
“Your arrogance is misplaced,” Ryon replied.
“Your funeral. And it ain’t arrogance if I’m right,” Calleja said, and set herself.
Ryon leapt at her and Mara saw him coming. Her experienced eye read the set of his hips, the way he planted his feet and the movement in his shoulders. She knew exactly where the attack was coming from and leaned out of the way of the punch. She stepped past Ryon and hooked his back leg out from under him, sending him sprawling face-first onto the mat. It was made to look easy but that punch had been tenths of an inch off connecting – the Ensign really was fast.
“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that,” the COS said, setting herself again as her opponent leapt to his feet.
“Oh I will,” he answered.
This time Ryon launched a flurry of short punches, as fast as he could. Calleja dodged where she could and deflected the rest, taking hits on her arms and shoulders that stung but didn’t do any real damage. The last punch was more of a swipe to fend her off and buy himself space to launch a kick, but his leg had barely left the ground before Mara had stepped right in close, grabbed hold of his supporting leg and bodily lifted him off the mat, letting him crash down on his back.
“How are you doing this?” Ryon snarled, jumping up again. “Are you in my head?”
“I can read you like a book,” Mara replied. “And I don’t mean anythin’ long and complicated. You’re one of those books with cloth pages and lift up flaps for the kids.”
The barb had the intended result and Ryon flew at her. This time she countered, letting the wild swing whistle past her head so she could slam a meaty uppercut into his gut. Even through the sparring field, the force of the blow knocked the breath from his lungs, before an absolutely savage left hook smashed into his jaw and made his eyes cross. He staggered away but Mara followed him, quickly tying him up in a textbook perfect arm lock and driving him to the mat, her knee in the small of his back.
“Submit,” the Chief said calmly.
“I will not…” The Ensign was trying to struggle. He was strong, but the hold was secure and he wasn’t going anywhere. Mara increased the pressure of the arm lock - she wasn’t going to let him go until he acknowledged his defeat. When the pressure was such that the bones were practically creaking, Ryon finally saw sense and tapped out with his free hand.
Calleja let him go. She rose and then hauled him up as well.
“There is always a bigger dog than you. Always,” she said, holding eye contact. “The instructors here might not be able to beat you hand to hand. But they’ll be able to tell you how to make yourself better. They can refine that technique so you’re not telegraphin’ every blow, and they can definitely help you keep your cool when your opponent is blatantly baitin’ you.”
There was the ghost of a smile on Mara’s lips as she saw Ryon nod and look away.
“Now go get a concussion check,” she added. “And if you’re cleared, get back here. I’m runnin’ the entire shift through a stress test holosim, and you’re not gettin’ away with it.”
That one drew a loud chorus of groans from everyone nearby.
“Oh you better groan, ‘cause I’ve done this sim myself and it’s nasty,” Calleja said, looking around with a wicked grin. “Gear up, ‘cause we’re goin’ in in 30 minutes!”
== TBC ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Aeryn Miller - 11-29-2024
== Ensign Ardanna Svenson - Security NRC ==
Having spent some time in the armory at the beginning of her shift, Ardanna was ready to see what else was needed of her, but not before being told about the Chief taking Ryon down a peg or two. So, naturally, the half Betazoid was keen to find out more and not necessarily rely on gossip. Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't already completed her task, because she didn't want to be on the receiving end of Chief Calleja's ire, for not doing her job properly.
Although by the time she arrived, it appeared as though Ardanna had missed all the fun, but not before catching the Chief informing the crowd that had gathered about being put through a stress test sim. Not her favourite training sims, however, the raven-haired Ensign knew better than to voice her thoughts regarding whatever the Chief had planned.
While the others groaned in response, Ardanna kept quiet before they were told that they had thirty minutes in which to gear up. Aware of how pleased the Chief seemed to be, Ardanna saw no reason to give her any ammunition as she acknowledged the order, commiserated with her comrades, and moved off to get ready.
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RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Tyra Crawford - 12-15-2024
[Crawford to Security. We're encountering a potential smuggling vessel. Please have a small boarding party ready in case an inspection is needed.]
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 12-27-2024
As Mara led the Security teams towards the holodecks, she wasn’t entirely sure who she’d first picked up the program from. Her bet would have been old Hendon back on the Penticton. He was plenty spiteful enough to have come up with something this nasty.
“So the way outta this is fire discipline,” Calleja said. She was keeping up a fierce pace even in full armour and had called the squad leaders up so she could brief them as they walked. “It’s gonna be uncomfortable and people aren’t gonna be able to settle into autopilot. That’s the whole point. I think we could all use some more time bein’ wrenched out of our comfort zones.”
“I don’t like the sound of this,” Yordan replied with a deep sigh.
“You shouldn’t. And you won’t,” came the answer with a feral smile.
The Chief got to the door and keyed the program commands into the access panel. When the door swung open, the Security teams found themselves deploying onto a mountainside. The air was breathable but carried a decidedly acrid tang to it. The sky above them was all grey and black clouds, and it was warm enough that some found themselves starting to bead with sweat already. A deafening blast off to the east was revealed to be a distant volcano letting go, followed quickly by another. Up the mountain was a Federation base, the neutral metal walls scorched and burned but still intact.
“Listen in” Mara bellowed. “Welcome to Aiyacon 3. A scientific installation has sent out a distress signal after coming under attack. There are hostiles present but we don’t yet know who or where. Orders are to secure and hold the base until everyone can be safely evacuated. Base personnel are non-combatants. It’s on us. Clear?”
A ragged murmur went around the assembled officers. Some were clearly unsettled already as the environment made them flinch, others pulling at their armour as the temperature climbed around them.
“Right. Move out by squad. Svenson, your mob has point. Deegan, you get me for company,” the Chief ordered.
The base was secured with relatively little drama. There were a few scientists hiding in a secure panic room right at its heart, and whoever had attacked the base hadn’t yet managed to penetrate through its walls, but as the teams converged on the roof they saw that the damage was extensive. Whole sections of guardrail had melted and the walls were charred, especially up here. The ladder up to the observation tower was still glowing in places.
“All clear Chief.” Yordan reported in.
“Good. Set a defensive perimeter, let’s keep an eye out…” Mara started to say, when she was completely drowned out by a series of screeches like fingernails on a blackboard.
Rifles were raised and the teams were instantly scanning for anything amiss when they spotted one of the ominous black clouds changing direction and bearing down on them.
“Contact! Coming from the north west!” someone shouted.
“Defensive positions!” Mara shouted, unslinging her own rifle. “Hold fire until ordered!”
She knew what was coming, so she was watching the Security teams as they saw the indistinct shape turn into a swarm of flying reptilian creatures. They were ashen grey in colour with flickers of burning yellow and orange across their bodies, and the disconcerting shrieking was making the Star Fleeters jumpy. A couple of shots were fired but the range was far too great.
“I said hold!” Mara yelled again. “You’re just wastin’ shots until they get closer!”
She looked around, and wasn’t happy at what she saw.
“Tighten up these formations! Novak, you’re supposed to be at the front! Svenson, get your squad in line!” The Chief grabbed the nearest man and bodily hauled him into place. “Get it together, all of you!”
There was a pronounced shuffling as the teams checked their positions, enough for Mara to raise her rifle and watch through her sight. The red markings started to shift to green as the flying lizards closed, and when she was satisfied the Chief called out the order.
“Fire!”
Most responded instantly, and a barrage of phaser bolts stabbed out at the incoming hostiles. Several combusted as they were hit and the wave circled back out of range again.
“Cease fire!” Mara shouted again, lowering her rifle and trying to encourage the teams. “Good discipline, keep it up!”
She raised the weapon again as the swarm came back. This time a significant number of people jumped and the firing started before the order was given, a sporadic wave of shots rolling out from the Star Fleet line. Mara swore under her breath as the incoming creatures didn’t even slow.
As they got close, the attackers seemed to glow in the gloom. Then they were spitting fireballs at the base. The heat was suddenly searing as the roof devolved into a literal firefight. Calleja vented her fury with tight, controlled bursts from her rifle. She shouted orders as she fired, pulling the squads back to back and finally driving the enemy off.
“What was that?” she shouted. The assembled suits of armour were blackened from close range fire and soot in the air. “Get back into the firing lines! And wait for the order!”
The environment and the enemy were really having an effect on morale. Calleja got the distinct impression she wasn’t helping at all either. She was an unfamiliar sight calling the shots and she was obviously fuming as the squads took up positions, her intimidating presence compounding the unsettling effect of the scenario instead of inspiring.
I got work to do on so many levels Mara thought to herself.
In the skies above the teams, the enemy formed another wave and started to hurtle towards them. But there was going to be an intervention.
[Okehampton to Calleja. Chief, the ship’s gone to yellow alert.]
Mara swore viciously under her breath as the message came in from the office.
“Received,” she replied tersely. “Computer, end program.”
The base faded away rapidly and the air started to cool at the command. The Chief beckoned everyone in, and once the squads had gathered around she started to speak.
“The ship’s gone to yellow alert so we’re done here. But that was not good,” Mara said. “I’m disappointed in all of us. We’ve all been trained better than that. Now yeah, I set the scenario to make us uncomfortable, but that’s not an excuse. No encounter with an enemy is ever comfortable. That’s why I want us to be able to react to those and keep a clear head. I’m not doin’ it just to be a bitch. I’m doin’ it to make us better. Now double-time back to the office, get cleaned up, and get out on duty. I’ll find out what’s goin’ on. Let’s move.”
The disappointment hung in the air as the squads filed out of the holodeck. Calleja cut a frustrated figure at the back of the group as she made her way back to the Security complex. After a few minutes in the washroom and a fresh uniform, she thumped down into her chair to catch up with what was going on.
No sooner had she started going through the feeds than a message came through.
[Crawford to Security. We're encountering a potential smuggling vessel. Please have a small boarding party ready in case an inspection is needed.]
Mara actually laughed and shook her head. No sooner had they all managed to shed their armour than one lucky squad was going to have to gear up again immediately.
And that includes me, ‘cause I ain’t lettin’ anyone else lead a boardin’ party. That’s my area of expertise right there.
She tapped her commbadge.
“Calleja to Svenson. Get your squad geared up and report to transporter room 2. We have a potential boardin’ action. If we need to go I’ll be joinin’ you there.”
With a sigh she pulled herself to her feet and went right back to the armoury. Having suited up and armed herself, she made sure to start the cascade of information out to the squad leaders about the unfolding situation as she headed up to the Bridge.
== Tag Svenson!
>> Bridge >> ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Aeryn Miller - 12-27-2024
== Ensign Ardanna Svenson - Security NRC ==
The minute the Chief abruptly ended the training exercise, Ardanna knew she hadn't done her best. Disappointment surged through her entire body before Calleja even spoke about their performance. While the brunette could easily punish herself for it, the hybrid decided to learn from it instead, giving her something to strive for and be better the next time when they were given another opportunity to be put through the scenario again.
Determination replaced the disappointment, knowing it wouldn't do her any good to dwell on it, as Calleja gave them instructions and dismissed them. Keen to get cleaned up, returning to duty spurred the brunette forward, keeping quiet out of reflection rather than embarrassment, until they reached the complex. As the others jostled about, and immediately started talking about what had happened, as well as wondering what had caused the yellow alert, Ardanna focused on getting clean and into a fresh uniform.
However, it seemed as though she wouldn't be armour free for long as the call came in from the Chief, with new orders.
" Acknowledged Chief".
Not wanting to delay, Ardanna called her team over and explained what they were about to do. She also made it clear that they weren't about to let the Chief or the Captain down as they suited back up again, grabbed all the essential kit that they would need for a boarding action, and headed for the designated transporter room.
== Tag ==
>> Transporter Room 2 >>
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 03-30-2025
[Calleja to Security Office. Get me the duty team over here on the qoH please. If anyone can find any old-school lockpicks, bring ‘em.]
== You know who you are - tags!
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RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Nathan Ramius - 03-31-2025
== Petty Officer First Class Tassa “Ziggy” Zh’kol - NRC ==
“...that’s when I heard a woman screaming from my bedroom…” Parson barely had said the last word when Malley interrupted him.
“The only time a woman has screamed in Parson’s bedroom,” Malley smirked as she spoke, causing the rest of those gathered to start whooping like gibbons.
“...real mature Malley. Where was I? Oh yeah, so a woman is screaming in my bedroom…”
Rolling her eyes, Ziggy took a sip from her mug and hummed as the double raktajino hit her tongue. It was helping, barely, to keep her headache at bay and her sanity in check. There had been a wild party lower deck side, with plenty of poker chips, food, and booze slung in honor of some enlisted knuckle dragger getting a promotion. Tassa wasn’t even supposed to be there, but her friend Shendi had convinced her to go.
In the meantime, the lot of them continued bantering and interrupting Parson’s well worn Risa story. She had considered telling them all to can it, but as long as the dispatchers could do their job, which they were, Tassa was okay to let it slide. It didn’t help her headache though, so she focused on something else.
Zh’kol’s eyes perused several of the displays that Dispatch had up at all times, monitoring the situation on the qoH, as well as the comings and goings from the Artemis. It seemed that there was no shortage of casualties as was Artemis tradition; some had been beamed directly to Sickbay. A worried sort of frown was matched by drooping antennae, as the Andorian Petty Officer wondered if it was some of theirs, or all Klingons.
“What’s that?” Tassa asked Malley who was nearest to the transporter log.
“What?”
“That,” Ziggy pointed to the anomaly that was someone getting transported into Transporter Room One.
Malley just shrugged, uncertain of how to answer Tassa’s question. It looked like Captain Crawford had ordered someone from the qoH beam directly to that transporter room. That seemed odd to Ziggy, though she wasn’t one to question the skipper’s command decisions. Still, curiosity was getting the better of her.
Turning about, Tassa went over to the situation desk to look at the audio and video feeds that were coming back from the group on the qoH. Now her antennae were forward facing, showing her intrigue for the new mystery that had dropped in her lap. However, whatever happened had passed, and there was nothing at that moment to see, or hear.
“Was there someone that got beamed over just a few moments ago?”
“Yeah, some mystery guest that they found in a crate on the qoH,” Qur replied quickly to Ziggy’s question.
“And? Who was it? Did they get security cleared by us?”
“No, sounds like Captain Crawford challenged them, and the guy must have said the right code word, cause he got beamed straight to tango-romeo-one.”
“She went over to the qoH?!” Zh’kol’s eyes went wide.
Nobody told me the Captain left the ship!
“No no. Calleja was relaying everything. Hold on, I’ll get the footage.”
[Calleja to Security Office.]
Ziggy’s antennae had turned to the source of Mara’s voice, shortly followed by her head moving in the direction too. Whoever their mystery guest was would have to wait, as their boss took priority.
[Get me the duty team over here on the qoH please. If anyone can find any old-school lockpicks, bring ‘em.]
“Lockpicks? Is she kidding?” Malley looked genuinely confused.
“Does the Chief ever kid?” Parson blurted out.
“She does, just not with you,” Ziggy said with just the slightest bit of a lash in her tone.
Shaking her head, Zh’kol went over to the comms, leaned down, and pressed a button to reply.
“Understood Chief. We’ll send the duty team with…” Ziggy paused, “...some kind of lock picking paraphernalia.”
Releasing the comms button, she sighed lightly to herself.
“Who’s on the duty roster for today?” Tassa stood up and took a look around.
From the gathered group, all of them were touching their noses. Eyes widening, Ziggy went looking for and found a PADD with the current lineup. Seeing her name on it caused her antennae to melt into her hair.
How did I not remember… she groaned internally and tried to smooth her outward expression. It was far too late for that though, as many were already chuckling.
“Alright, alright. Get a hold of the others. They need to be prepped to go ASAP. Also, does anyone know about lockpicking?”
A notable silence fell upon the group for a few moments, until Qur spoke up.
“There’s that odd Crewman in the Armory, everyone calls him ‘Cakes’ on account that he likes all sorts of cakes.”
“How inventive,” Zh’kol sighed, running her hands through her hair.
“He’s into old school intelligence and spy stuff from all those weird novels and whatnot. Pretty sure he knows about locks?”
Ziggy didn’t like the questioning inflection in Qur’s voice at the end of his sentence, but she had nothing else to go on.
“Does ‘Cakes’ have a real name?”
Qur looked sheepish in his chair before typing a few commands in and pulling up a dossier.
“Crewman Jamie ‘Cakes’ Aitken,” Qur finally replied while Tassa sighed, again.
“Zh’kol to Aitken. Get whatever gear you have together for lockpicking, and get geared up for away duty. Bring some breaching charges, a cutting torch, and det cord too… just in case.”
With that done Ziggy downed the rest of her raktajino, handed the mug to Qur, and headed off to gear up.
>> Klingon Freighter qoH >>
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 06-23-2025
The first thing that Ardanna did once she arrived back at the ship was head straight for the security complex, not only to return equipment and additional weapons to the armoury, but also to change. Once business was taken care of and everything was accounted for, as it had been before departure, the brunette Ensign headed for the locker room, ignoring the sudden burst of tiredness and how her bones ached thanks to the adrenaline wearing off. If the initial fight with the Klingons hadn't been enough, there had also been a lot of carrying and dragging, either people or assisting Engineering with that significant console. Not that Ardanna had anything to complain about, as it was all part of the job, but she could allow herself a moment of relief, even if that involved a quick sonic shower and change of uniform.
Of course, she wanted to visit her team in Sickbay, to see how they were all doing; however, that was going to have to wait, especially now that the ship was on the hunt for more answers, and she hadn't forgotten that Chief Calleja had wanted to go with her. So, for the time being, Ardanna would remain in security as she stripped off the armour, placing it in the appropriate receptacle before doing the same with her uniform and underclothes. A quick sonic shower later, and replicating a fresh uniform, Ardanna was once more looking as if she hadn't been on a tough mission to a questionable freighter.
Then, after a stop for something to eat and drink to replenish her energy reserves, Ardanna settled down at one of the bullpen consoles and started to work on her report, thinking it was better to do it now rather than later. That way, it would free up some time to visit Sickbay once her shift was officially over. Although what she wanted to right had to be kept to a minimum, knowing that the higher-ups might not like some of her choice words, grinning to herself, the security ensign decided on sticking to the facts.
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 07-08-2025
Her shift was drawing to a close, but with the ship at yellow alert, Ardanna didn't think she would be going anywhere anytime soon. The security ensign couldn't see herself attempting to relax in her shared quarters, especially since her roommate, K'Deela, was still in Sickbay or needed to be available for anything else. As much as she wanted to go visit her team, she'd wait until things were less tense and unknown so that it wouldn't be a short visit. For now, though, she needed to do something, even if that meant hanging out in the lounge area, that way she was still close by, should she be called to carry out further orders.
Finishing her report, Ardanna then saved it and sent a copy for the Chief's perusal, before signing off the console. With that done, the brunette stopped to chat to a couple of colleagues on her way back to the lounge. Naturally, once she had grabbed another drink and sat down, people wanted to know what had happened on the freighter. So, Ardanna was happy to oblige them but omitted what they didn't need to know, at least not yet, particularly what had been found and the link to the Dominion.
She seemed to get away with it, too, not feeling too guilty as the truth would come out eventually; however, Ardanna knew that they would understand given the nature of their job.
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 08-02-2025
Ardanna's commbadge sounded.
[Calleja to Svenson. Artemis has come across a base of operations. Not sure at this point if it’s Dominion in origin, or smugglers have build somethin’ later. I’m sendin’ down what the sensors have read. Do me a favour, get your head together with Yordan and take a look at this base in detail. If we had to land and take it, safe landing zones nearby, best lines of attack, likely defences we’d encounter. Whatever you can do from what we’ve got.]
There was a chime as a stream of data downloaded to her station from the Bridge.
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 08-03-2025
With her break over and done, Ardanna had returned to the bullpen, intending to check over the systems, her inner Engineer content with the notion of ensuring everything was still running smoothly. Sometimes, it just gave her an extra task to fulfil, and the brunette enjoyed her secondary role as an analyst. While she could call on Engineering if something had gone completely awry, or if it was something she couldn't handle, she took this role seriously, as she then received a call from the Chief.
Listening as Calleja spoke, Ardanna did her best not to pull a face, then again, what she was hearing shouldn't have been a surprise considering what had been uncovered back on the Freighter. So, if the Chief wanted her and Yordan to look over the details of this base and find ways for a team to possibly infiltrate it safely, then that's exactly what she would do. " Acknowledged, Chief," she responded, after tapping her badge. A chime followed as Calleja sent her all of the information that they would need, before Ardanna called Yordan over.
" Yordan, you're with me, the Chief wants us to look over the information she just sent me".
Ardanna waited for him to come over and then explained what their instructions were quietly so as not to be overheard by the others. " We've come across a base, likely of Dominion origin, but that's not confirmed yet. We're to go over the base in detail and find possible safe ways for us to land. Our best lines of attack, likely defences that we might encounter, that kind of things, and whatever else we can find that's useful".
== Tag Yordan ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Hallowette Maxas-Darl - 08-04-2025
==Ens. Oliver Pearson - Security NRC==
"Well, well..." came a familiar aussie accent from the direction of the just opened complex doors. In strode, in typical cocksure fashion, the blonde-haired, blue eyed human security officer everyone called 'Ollie'.
He dropped a bag of kit, smelling slightly of some sort of medigel and freshly regenerated tissue. He winced slightly as he did so, though he smiled as he stretched his arm, arching it in a circular motion.
He grinned broadly as his eyes rested on Ardanna. It was little secret the man fancied her, but to his credit he had always remained professional and courteous. Ollie might be a bit of a blowhard, more bravado than sense, but he *was* a loyal friend and dedicated officer. He just was one of the rare officers who were capable of turning on and off 'The Starfleet'. As he was known to say, "There's time to piss, and then there's time to piss up. Works best when you don't mix those up." He was experienced though, well acquainted with weapons and tactics, and prepared - he just enjoyed a good joke and good natured banter when down time allowed it.
"Ensign Pearson reporting fit for duty, Sir." He said, the grin still attached squarely to his face. "Reports of my gruesome demise may have been a bit of a furphy." he said, his grin turning a bit sheepish.
Ollie had suffered a fairly egregious wound on the qoH' but seemingly was back to his normal self, and as usual, was eager to be part of whatever was going down.
"Where you need me Svenny?"
==Tag Svenson!==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 08-06-2025
== LtJG Leman Yordan ==
The burly Trill officer had been revising duty rosters in light of the injuries suffered on the qoH when Svenson caught his attention.
"Yordan, you're with me, the Chief wants us to look over the information she just sent me."
“Our master’s voice eh,” he joked as he moved over to his fellow shift leader’s desk, idly scratching the head beneath his close-cropped bleach-blonde hair. “What have we got? Beats admin work.”
"We've come across a base, likely of Dominion origin, but that's not confirmed yet. We're to go over the base in detail and find possible safe ways for us to land. Our best lines of attack, likely defences that we might encounter, that kind of things, and whatever else we can find that's useful."
Leman chuckled.
“So just a little task then,” he replied. “She only wants a full analysis of an unknown installation based on… Not very much.” He leaned forward and took a closer look.
"Ensign Pearson reporting fit for duty, Sir." Ollie said, the grin still attached squarely to his face. "Reports of my gruesome demise may have been a bit of a furphy."
“You survived? Shame,” Yordan teased, before letting the two Ensigns get… reacquainted. It would not have surprised him one little bit to find out that there was yet another office romance going on around Security. Reeve and Okehampton going public seemed to have emboldened the many couples springing up lately.
== Back atcha both! ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 08-06-2025
Leman was his usual self as he responded to Ardanna's request to join her, and the brunette agreed that this was better than doing admin work, even if they didn't have a lot of information. " Yep, pretty much, but since when has that stopped us"[/color] she quipped as the blonde-haired shift leader leaned in closer so he could take a proper look.
Yordan wasn't the only blonde-haired security officer to enter Ardanna's workspace, which made the brunette Ensign's thoughts about the installation pause for a second. The last time she had seen Ollie, he hadn't been in the best shape, and she would happily admit to herself that she had worried about him, a little more than the others. Of course, she had heard the whispers about how he felt about her, but as yet neither of them had said it out loud or even acted upon it. Maybe that needed to change, as Leman teased him, before Ardanna joined in.
" Don't listen to him, he's only jealous," she remarked playfully. " Besides, your survival means I don't have to fill out the paperwork".
Yes, this was completely normal banter as Ardanna then brought Ollie up to speed regarding what they were working on. " You can help me and Leman if you'd like. The Chief wants us to go over the details of the base we've encountered, or limited details as is the case, so we can work out possible safe ways for us to land. Our best lines of attack, defences we might encounter, and anything else that would be useful".
Ardanna realised she had repeated herself, but with good reason, as she was hopeful that between the three of them, they would figure out what the Chief needed.
== Tags ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Hallowette Maxas-Darl - 08-07-2025
“You survived? Shame,” Yordan teased.
Ollie raised an eyebrow, smirk never faltering, “Leman, I knew you’d be heartbroken. Spent the entire time in sicky, jus' picturin’ your face when you heard I made it.”
He leaned on the edge of the console, his beefy arms folded casually. “You know mate, next time I’ll be sure to leave behind something here in the complex for ya, real meaningful like. Lock of hair, maybe a signed photo. You know, something special so you'll have some closure, just in case.” He finished the banter with a wink.
“Don’t listen to him,” Ardanna cut in, her voice teasing, “He’s only jealous. Besides, your survival means I don’t have to fill out the paperwork.”
Ollie’s eyes twinkled, the smirk deepening just for her.
“Paperwork and sympathy. A bloke might think a girl was worried about 'em - that is, if he didn't know better.” he said, his tone dipping into something softer, his usual cocksure grin suddenly appearing more genuine and warm.
Ollie leaned in a touch closer, shoulder nearly brushing hers. Ardanna smelled good. She always smelled good.
He didn't let the moment linger long before diverting from the softness of the moment to the matter at hand, “So, what’ve we got then? I've cheated death once already today, might as well keep on the streak, eh?”
He cracked his knuckles with mock bravado.
“Right then! Let's have a squiz at this dodgy mystery base, eh?"
==This is fun
TAGS!==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 08-07-2025
== LtJG Leman Yordan ==
“Right then! Let's have a squiz at this dodgy mystery base, eh?"
Leman rolled his eyes theatrically.
“Why can nobody around here talk without massacring our beloved language?” he asked with a grin. “I’m blaming the Chief for that one. Since she turned up talking like a bad gangster movie from Earth’s distant past, it’s made you all think you can get away with it. Even the Australians, worst of all.”
He was all too aware of the fact that he was a Trill telling off two humans about how they spoke a language that originated on their world, but that just made him grin more.
“Anyway. Speaking of cheating death, we’re going to need to do that if Calleja asks and all we’ve done is abuse each other.” Yordan tried to bring the conversation back around to the task at hand as he cleared the desk next to Svenson’s, and then brought over one of the holoprojectors.
Between Ardanna and Leman, they brought up the image of the base.
“What looks like 3 buildings inside a perimeter fence, and a half-built one outside?” he said, setting the image to sync with the Bridge data they were relying on.
== GM input please - is there anything you’d like to share on the base layout? What can we tell for definite? Also, what can we tell about the perimeter fence? ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 08-08-2025
The banter between Ollie and Leman continued, and if it were anyone else, they might get tired of it; however, Ardanna was used to it, and if this kind of conversation never happened between officers, then she would know that something was terribly wrong. Besides, growing up on a freighter, you grew a second skin to it all, and while that life was now behind her, it hadn't prevented her from becoming one of the lads, so to speak, and she often relished in it. " Guess you'll just have to find out, Pearson," she quipped playfully, noticing how Ollie's tone had become softer when he spoke to her, not to mention how he almost brushed his shoulder against his.
Focus, Sven she thought to herself, trying not to get distracted by thinking too much about what had almost happened. Thankfully, the banter brought her back to the moment when Leman made a quip about Calleja and Ollie butchering the English language, before the conversation turned more somber. Ardanna understood why Leman had done that, as he cleared the desk next to her and brought over one of the holo-projectors.
" Yeah, good idea," she remarked, as they then brought up the image of the base in question. With what she knew from the Bridge data, and seeing it all in real time, Ardanna was able to start putting together a picture of what they might face if they went over there. " Could be that those three buildings were already there, and as for the half-built one ... whoever is behind this must need the extra space, although for what, I can only hazard a guess, especially after what was found on the Freighter".
Of course, they could only speculate at this point, but the brunette still didn't like this whole Dominion thing and could only imagine what they might find or face once they arrived at the base.
== Tags ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Hallowette Maxas-Darl - 08-11-2025
“Why can nobody around here talk without massacring our beloved language?” Leman stated with a grin. “I’m blaming the Chief for that one. Since she turned up talking like a bad gangster movie from Earth’s distant past, it’s made you all think you can get away with it. Even the Australians, worst of all.”
Ollie chuckled then feigned offense, "Aww, no need to get berko mate, you'll learn proper before you know it. Just stick with me and the Chief." He grinning cheekily, "Even Svenny here has learned to cop me massive charm. Speaking Straya is just another part of my bloody relentless vibrant personality. Fair go, eh, Ard?" he winked, acknowledging the subtle flirt she had offered.
Ollie was obviously enjoying the banter, even more so than normal, which probably stemmed from his very recent brush with death.
As the other two approached the table, Pearson reached across his broad chest and began to massage the area that had taken the hit on the qoH'. To his credit, he dropped the mischievousness and settled in near Ardanna. Listening to the pair look over the map he quietly took it all in.
"Klingo's aren't known for their science prowess. Makes me wonder if they aren't being used as mercs or security for whoever is really runnin' the show down there." He offered thoughtfully. "Any idea if we are beamin' in or goin' in by shuttle? That's going to change paint on how we approach this." He looked around, even though he already knew Calleja wasn't here, "Speaking of the plan, where is the Chief anyway?"
=TAGS!=
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - GM-02 - 08-11-2025
The base was not designed primarily for defense. That's what the location in the nebula and the defense platforms were for. The perimeter fence was designed for containment, primarily, rather than for creating a defensible position against assault, and at any rate the fact that there was no detectable transporter defense made that a moot point anyway.
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 08-12-2025
== posted with permission from Calleja ==
" Exactly, although don't mind Ollie here, he's harmless really," Ardanna teased, unable to help herself despite the seriousness of the task before them. All joking aside, things began to shift once Ollie joined them properly, sharing his thoughts about what they were seeing, and in Ardanna's opinion, it tracked with what she was thinking. When asked how they would be getting to the base, the brunette Ensign wasn't a hundred percent sure on that yet, although it depended on what they found. " I'm not sure yet, I think that's another reason why the Chief wanted us to look into this, so there are options".
Ollie then asked about the Chief, and Ardanna was able to answer that question easily. " She's on the Bridge," she replied, as she returned her focus to the holo-projection. That's when something caught her eye, potentially answering Ollie's question about how they were getting to the base. " Look, the perimeter fence seems more about keeping something in, rather than keeping anyone out," she began, realising what this meant before noticing that there didn't appear to be any defences against transporters.
" There are no transporter defences either, I'd better tell the Chief and the Bridge".
This was going to be very useful, and Ardanna didn't want to waste any time in letting Calleja and the others know about it. Tapping her badge, Ardanna quickly reported in.
" Svenson to Calleja and the Bridge, we've been looking over the base information, and have discovered that there are no defences against transporters, looks like they're more concerned with keeping things contained rather than keeping anyone out".
== Tags ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 08-15-2025
The response from Calleja was quick in coming.
[Good work Svenson. Well timed.]
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Mara Calleja - 08-15-2025
== LtJG Leman Yordan ==
"Could be that those three buildings were already there, and as for the half-built one ... whoever is behind this must need the extra space, although for what, I can only hazard a guess, especially after what was found on the Freighter."
Leman nodded at Ardanna’s observations.
"Klingo's aren't known for their science prowess. Makes me wonder if they aren't being used as mercs or security for whoever is really runnin' the show down there," Pearson offered thoughtfully. "Any idea if we are beamin' in or goin' in by shuttle? That's going to change paint on how we approach this." He looked around. "Speaking of the plan, where is the Chief anyway?"
"She's on the Bridge," Svenson replied.
“Yep. Calleja likes to know what’s going on,” Yordan added. “Usually the Security Chief waits until summoned. That’s… not how she works,” he finished with a knowing smile. The bleached-blonde officer had served with the Amazonian Calleja before and knew her better than most on Artemis.
"Look, the perimeter fence seems more about keeping something in, rather than keeping anyone out," Ardanna began. "There are no transporter defences either, I'd better tell the Chief and the Bridge."
Leman leant in and checked out the scans himself.
“Wow. You’re right,” he replied. “Absolutely let the boss know that one.”
When Svenson had sent her message and the Chief had replied, Yordan gave the map a closer look.
“So no transporter defences, and precious little else. Looks like these guys are really relying on location and those floating antiques to protect themselves. The Dominion were many things, but they weren’t amateurs. This? This is amateur work,” the Trill said scathingly. “I wonder if they even have sensor nets set up. Can we get teams on the ground without them noticing?”
He spun the hologram map around to check his line of thought.
== GM input please - are we able to see whether they have sensor networks in place, and identify any blind spots? Also, what kind of fencing do they have in place, and would Artemis have equipment to allow a breach if a landing needs to be made outside the compound? ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Hallowette Maxas-Darl - 08-15-2025
== Ens. Ollie Pearson ==
“So no transporter defences, and precious little else. Looks like these guys are really relying on location and those floating antiques to protect themselves. The Dominion were many things, but they weren’t amateurs. This? This is amateur work,” the Trill said scathingly. “I wonder if they even have sensor nets set up. Can we get teams on the ground without them noticing?”
Pearson looked on, quietly (for once) taking in the situation and the tactical assessments of his peers.
The Aussie's specialization wasn't strategic assessment, in fact he found it rather dull. His fancy was far more tuned to moment to moment tactical decisions and quick reaction tactics, but that didn't mean he hadn't learned a thing or two over the years.
"Amateur work. Yeah, maybe..." He seemed particularly interested in the camp itself. "Could be they aren't interested in security because they've got goons to handle it - or maybe they just are focused on more important matters."
He placed his hands on the table, hunching over it while peering at his fellow officers, "The qoH' was a repurposed freighter, older, though I didn't get the impression from the bridge or even what I've heard of the smuggling hold that it was particularly advanced. Everything else we've seen seems to point to repurposed Dom tech, not enhanced, not upgraded, not even particularly well maintained..." He glanced back at the table, "Which tells me that whatever this is, it isn't well funded, and probably isn't some resurgent faction from the war. It *IS* amateur in a lot of ways - almost too amateur."
He stood back up and crossed his beefy arms across his broad torso, "They seem more concerned with slipping unnoticed than provoking a fight. Klingo ships, the nebula, the platforms. And now this camp on a near deserted world with no noticeable defenses, and a fence that directs inwards." He shakes his head, "What if this is a science facility instead of a POW camp or the like? Even insurgents would at least make an effort to seem more prepared, right? Especially if run by Klinks..."
He put a finger to his lips, gathering his thoughts before addressing no one in particular, "Maybe we should pull some data on Dom Science and medical facilities - maybe the ones that grew the Jem-haddos. Could give us at least something to compare this layout to. If this is rogue or remnant Dominion eggheads, then maybe we can get a tip off to it. Old habits die hard, afterall, you know?"
== GM Input: Is the Artemis capable of pulling Dominion War intelligence archives that the team can contrast with this facility? ==
RE: AT/D13 - Security Complex - Ardanna Svenson - 08-16-2025
" Thanks, Chief, we'll let you know if we find something else," Ardanna replied, glad that she had made the call to notify the Bridge as soon as she realised the importance of the base having no transporter defences. Of course, this was a team effort, as Yeman had agreed with her assessment before her fellow shift leader gave the map a closer look. His scathing opinion regarding the base itself, particularly those who were running it, seemed perfectly accurate to the brunette Ensign, especially with the information before them. Ollie, who had been unusually quiet till now, gave some thought to what Yeman had surmised, pulling the pieces together, including his assessment of the freighter that had not long gone boom.
If this were an amateur operation, which was looking more and more likely, then they had picked the wrong day to encounter Artemis, their secret about to be exposed to more than just a Federation starship. Ollie also made a good point about it possibly being a science facility and how they appeared to favour going unnoticed, which made Ardanna wonder how long this had been going on until Artemis happened to be in the same vicinity. They had spooked them when they showed up on the Q'oh, not that she needed reminding of what had happened on the Bridge; however, she simply let her train of thought connect everything that her colleagues were saying, threading it all so she could give her opinion on it.
It made a lot of sense for them to check to get more information, to check if sensor nets were present, as well as digging into the history of the Dominion for the trio to compare it against the base they were investigating. After all, it wouldn't hurt, and could likely tell them who they were dealing with, or at least give some indication.
" If these aren't amateurs, then they've been complacent about their operation, thinking they could go unnoticed without any outside interference, so it sucks to be them right now with us showing up when we did," Ardanna began. " Aside from that, I think a team could go unnoticed if they're aren't any sensor nets; if they are present, I'm sure we can find a way to bypass them. I also agree that it wouldn't hurt for us to make a comparison with known Dominion science and medical facilities, because it wouldn't surprise me if it's someone wanting to recreate the good old days, make up for their failures, or some other twisted reason. Either way, it needs to be stopped".
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