06-04-2024, 06:03 PM
==Cronología de Telenovela==
Benjamin heard Nathan and Tyra speak, but their words barely registered. He heard them both nearly in tears, and looked up, hands crossed across his stomach as he saw Nathan trying to comfort Tyra. God, he’d never seen her like this.
To be fair, they hadn’t seen him like this either.
“We should probably go,” Nathan was saying, “before someone sees all of us together and assumes we are colluding.” He turned back towards the cell before adding “When all of this is over and the dust settles a fair bit, I owe you a distillery.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, but that started the tears back up again, though not as hard. "Ben,” she started, “I don't want you to think that's what I think of you. I'm sorry. You…" She trailed off, and he could see her working, trying to speak without the tears forcing their way through. "I could not have asked for a better Chief, a better officer or a better friend. You have exceeded every expectation I've had. I just wish you hadn't tried to fall on my sword," she said, the last punctuated by what might have been a sniffle.
She turned just enough to see them both, a shine across her eyes. "I love you both as if you were my flesh and blood so I mean it when I say I will do everything in my power to keep you out of this and you from gutting yourself further,” she said, punctuating her comments to the disaster duo. “Just let me this time, I owe you both that much."
"And for the love of everything holy, please keep your mouth shut until your rep gets here. Please," she added, a hard edge touching her words but not her face, and definitely not her eyes, as she finally turned away.
Tyra and Nathan turned towards the door, and the captain muttered something under her breath just as the door opened and another person walked in. “Well,” she said, “it certainly is.”
Had she been standing in a crowd, Ben doubted he would have noticed her. She wasn’t tall, she was pretty but in that ‘girl next door’ way that wouldn’t have her stick out of a crowd. But she had a bearing here, in this place, that said she knew she was in control. She carried a small briefcase with her, her auburn hair cut short likely in an attempt to make it easier to deal with. Just peeking above her uniform collar was the edge of a tattoo, the top of an anchor with the Starfleet emblem.
“I almost wish I was the prosecutor right now,” she said as she set the case on the room’s lone table. “Because seeing all three of my potential defendants having a discussion after one of them was arrested would just be an absolute field day, particularly if there were any extraneous recording devices that I had managed to place other than the main security system that someone, very conveniently, had switched off.”
She looked at the two visitors coolly before the corner of her mouth betrayed a grin, and pulled a tricorder from her bag; it was blinking green. “Of course, the first thing two talented security officers like yourselves – I’m sorry, Captain, former security officer – would have done is check for any of that. Like I myself have just done.”
She sighed and began pulling out padds. “I know this isn’t a good situation, and I know you are all friends. But I have to ask you to leave, now, so I can confer with my client on this case now. I know you have been questioned already, Lieutenant Ramius” – she held up a padd meaningfully and set it down – “and I expect you can expect some similar questions soon, Captain Crawford. However, if you think of anything that might be useful, feel free to let me know.”
Finished with her preparations, she walked around the table. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie Rabb, and I’ll be here on the station for the duration. Now, please, get out.”
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Benjamin heard Nathan and Tyra speak, but their words barely registered. He heard them both nearly in tears, and looked up, hands crossed across his stomach as he saw Nathan trying to comfort Tyra. God, he’d never seen her like this.
To be fair, they hadn’t seen him like this either.
“We should probably go,” Nathan was saying, “before someone sees all of us together and assumes we are colluding.” He turned back towards the cell before adding “When all of this is over and the dust settles a fair bit, I owe you a distillery.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle, but that started the tears back up again, though not as hard. "Ben,” she started, “I don't want you to think that's what I think of you. I'm sorry. You…" She trailed off, and he could see her working, trying to speak without the tears forcing their way through. "I could not have asked for a better Chief, a better officer or a better friend. You have exceeded every expectation I've had. I just wish you hadn't tried to fall on my sword," she said, the last punctuated by what might have been a sniffle.
She turned just enough to see them both, a shine across her eyes. "I love you both as if you were my flesh and blood so I mean it when I say I will do everything in my power to keep you out of this and you from gutting yourself further,” she said, punctuating her comments to the disaster duo. “Just let me this time, I owe you both that much."
"And for the love of everything holy, please keep your mouth shut until your rep gets here. Please," she added, a hard edge touching her words but not her face, and definitely not her eyes, as she finally turned away.
Tyra and Nathan turned towards the door, and the captain muttered something under her breath just as the door opened and another person walked in. “Well,” she said, “it certainly is.”
Had she been standing in a crowd, Ben doubted he would have noticed her. She wasn’t tall, she was pretty but in that ‘girl next door’ way that wouldn’t have her stick out of a crowd. But she had a bearing here, in this place, that said she knew she was in control. She carried a small briefcase with her, her auburn hair cut short likely in an attempt to make it easier to deal with. Just peeking above her uniform collar was the edge of a tattoo, the top of an anchor with the Starfleet emblem.
“I almost wish I was the prosecutor right now,” she said as she set the case on the room’s lone table. “Because seeing all three of my potential defendants having a discussion after one of them was arrested would just be an absolute field day, particularly if there were any extraneous recording devices that I had managed to place other than the main security system that someone, very conveniently, had switched off.”
She looked at the two visitors coolly before the corner of her mouth betrayed a grin, and pulled a tricorder from her bag; it was blinking green. “Of course, the first thing two talented security officers like yourselves – I’m sorry, Captain, former security officer – would have done is check for any of that. Like I myself have just done.”
She sighed and began pulling out padds. “I know this isn’t a good situation, and I know you are all friends. But I have to ask you to leave, now, so I can confer with my client on this case now. I know you have been questioned already, Lieutenant Ramius” – she held up a padd meaningfully and set it down – “and I expect you can expect some similar questions soon, Captain Crawford. However, if you think of anything that might be useful, feel free to let me know.”
Finished with her preparations, she walked around the table. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie Rabb, and I’ll be here on the station for the duration. Now, please, get out.”
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