05-28-2024, 10:39 PM
==Note: This is three days prior to the Crawford/Calleja timeline==
>>Habitat Ring>>
The turbolift came to a stop on the lower level of the promenade, and again they fell into step as they walked towards the security office.
There was nothing overtly threatening about the way the four men moved through the station, but just the same there was no doubting what was going on - a man was being taken into custody. The crowd made way and they moved through with quiet ease, though Benjamin could feel the stares of the crowd as he walked. He kept his head up, though - he may be an idiot at times, but he still had his pride.
The fact that his pride was what had caused all of his recent troubles, of course, hadn't occurred to him yet.
Part of him wanted to look for a familiar face in the crowd. Another part just hoped that none of them were around to see him. Before long, though, it didn't matter. They had entered the security office and taken him back to the back. One of the holding cells was open.
The man with the padd stepped to one side, the first guard to the other, and he was waved into the cell. He followed the directions, entered and sat down as the forcefield clicked on.
"Someone will be here to talk to you shortly," he was told, and everyone filed out of the room, leaving Benjamin alone with his thoughts, and cursing himself for his own lack of foresight, and wondering how he'd let it come to this.
>>Habitat Ring>>
The turbolift came to a stop on the lower level of the promenade, and again they fell into step as they walked towards the security office.
There was nothing overtly threatening about the way the four men moved through the station, but just the same there was no doubting what was going on - a man was being taken into custody. The crowd made way and they moved through with quiet ease, though Benjamin could feel the stares of the crowd as he walked. He kept his head up, though - he may be an idiot at times, but he still had his pride.
The fact that his pride was what had caused all of his recent troubles, of course, hadn't occurred to him yet.
Part of him wanted to look for a familiar face in the crowd. Another part just hoped that none of them were around to see him. Before long, though, it didn't matter. They had entered the security office and taken him back to the back. One of the holding cells was open.
The man with the padd stepped to one side, the first guard to the other, and he was waved into the cell. He followed the directions, entered and sat down as the forcefield clicked on.
"Someone will be here to talk to you shortly," he was told, and everyone filed out of the room, leaving Benjamin alone with his thoughts, and cursing himself for his own lack of foresight, and wondering how he'd let it come to this.