12-21-2025, 04:53 PM
The victim was a human male in his mid-thirties, wearing the uniform of a Security Commander, and looked familiar to the San-Tarah medic. The phaser had obviously been set to a setting high enough to burn through the uniform, but the fact the victim was still breathing indicated that something had prevented the shot from being instantly fatal.
That something, the ceramic plating in a less-than-standard-issue ablative vest worn underneath his uniform jacket. The kind worn by Federation Security agents protecting VIPs.
As Beinn worked, the man's eyes flashed open and he sat upright, wincing as he did so.
"Son of a bitch that stings. Jenny's never going to let me hear the end of this."
That something, the ceramic plating in a less-than-standard-issue ablative vest worn underneath his uniform jacket. The kind worn by Federation Security agents protecting VIPs.
As Beinn worked, the man's eyes flashed open and he sat upright, wincing as he did so.
"Son of a bitch that stings. Jenny's never going to let me hear the end of this."