Yesterday, 07:49 PM
[Wright to Security.]
Art already didn't like the sound of this.
[I have a potentially non-responsive VIP situation. Mister Tomer is confirmed in his quarters and is not answering repeated chimes or voice contact. Sickbay has been placed on standby. Request a second officer to my location and guidance on preparing a limited door override if he continues to be non-responsive.]
Artie growled, considering sending herself to go to the VIP's quarters as backup. The pretentious little weasel certainly could use a knocking around. She looked around the room at the available Security Officers, all already given tasks that pertained to basically helping clean up the ship after their little jaunt through hell that Braggins called a 'friendly race'. Taking too much time to decide, Wright's voice punched through again.
[Wright to Security. Be advised, Mister Tomer is unaccounted for. On arrival, his assigned quarters were secured with no sign of forced entry or obvious disturbance. His issued commbadge was located on the floor inside. Request initiation of missing person protocols and dispatch of additional personnel to my location.]
Another Klingon growl, this time loud and menacing enough that a couple of her officers looked up at her, and around, looking for the danger. Art practically punched her commbadge. "I'm on my way." She said through gritted teeth.
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Art already didn't like the sound of this.
[I have a potentially non-responsive VIP situation. Mister Tomer is confirmed in his quarters and is not answering repeated chimes or voice contact. Sickbay has been placed on standby. Request a second officer to my location and guidance on preparing a limited door override if he continues to be non-responsive.]
Artie growled, considering sending herself to go to the VIP's quarters as backup. The pretentious little weasel certainly could use a knocking around. She looked around the room at the available Security Officers, all already given tasks that pertained to basically helping clean up the ship after their little jaunt through hell that Braggins called a 'friendly race'. Taking too much time to decide, Wright's voice punched through again.
[Wright to Security. Be advised, Mister Tomer is unaccounted for. On arrival, his assigned quarters were secured with no sign of forced entry or obvious disturbance. His issued commbadge was located on the floor inside. Request initiation of missing person protocols and dispatch of additional personnel to my location.]
Another Klingon growl, this time loud and menacing enough that a couple of her officers looked up at her, and around, looking for the danger. Art practically punched her commbadge. "I'm on my way." She said through gritted teeth.
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