01-06-2026, 09:58 PM
They were on their way out the door; it had just closed behind them and they were not yet two yards away, and Captain Braggins’ voice rang out in a way that made everything else fall silent.
[Belay that. Mister Tomer is under suspicion of sabotage and murder. Utilise whatever force necessary to apprehend him.]
The three of them exchanged looks to each other out of the corner of their eyes; expressions that were easy to read on any species’ face. Tomer was officially Persona Non Grata, not an Ambassador, not an assistant, not a civilian, not even a respected Federation citizen. Art felt every major muscle in her body change; tensing up just enough to match her rising adrenaline levels. She drew her weapon as Wright slipped the commbadge from the suspect into her pocket. ‘Suspect’. What a funny word for the person accused of what Braggins had just told them. This whole time, Art had suspected the man of something sneaky and underhanded, but these charges changed the game. Especially when someone like Braggins used a phrase like ‘whatever force necessary’.
They made their way down the corridor. “Chief,” the Midshipman asked as they got closer to the end of this space, “with the Captain’s update… do you want this kept tight between us, or do you want Security Complex looped in for containment around Impulse?”
“No,” Art said, stopping at they reached the end of the section. “You tell them to start up patrols. Again.” She paused, and tapped her commbadge. “Attention all crew.” Art took a deep breath. She had never addressed the entire ship in this way before. “This is Security Chief Artemis d’Tor’an. As of right now, we are on lockdown. Civilians and off-duty officers, return to your quarters immediately. Be on the lookout for the Trill individual known as Ambassadorial Assistant Tomer. Security Department, separate orders to follow.”
She nodded to the Midshipman before exiting this area and starting her way towards Tomer’s last know, or at least last suspected, location.
>> Impulse Deck >>
[Belay that. Mister Tomer is under suspicion of sabotage and murder. Utilise whatever force necessary to apprehend him.]
The three of them exchanged looks to each other out of the corner of their eyes; expressions that were easy to read on any species’ face. Tomer was officially Persona Non Grata, not an Ambassador, not an assistant, not a civilian, not even a respected Federation citizen. Art felt every major muscle in her body change; tensing up just enough to match her rising adrenaline levels. She drew her weapon as Wright slipped the commbadge from the suspect into her pocket. ‘Suspect’. What a funny word for the person accused of what Braggins had just told them. This whole time, Art had suspected the man of something sneaky and underhanded, but these charges changed the game. Especially when someone like Braggins used a phrase like ‘whatever force necessary’.
They made their way down the corridor. “Chief,” the Midshipman asked as they got closer to the end of this space, “with the Captain’s update… do you want this kept tight between us, or do you want Security Complex looped in for containment around Impulse?”
“No,” Art said, stopping at they reached the end of the section. “You tell them to start up patrols. Again.” She paused, and tapped her commbadge. “Attention all crew.” Art took a deep breath. She had never addressed the entire ship in this way before. “This is Security Chief Artemis d’Tor’an. As of right now, we are on lockdown. Civilians and off-duty officers, return to your quarters immediately. Be on the lookout for the Trill individual known as Ambassadorial Assistant Tomer. Security Department, separate orders to follow.”
She nodded to the Midshipman before exiting this area and starting her way towards Tomer’s last know, or at least last suspected, location.
>> Impulse Deck >>