07-25-2024, 02:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-25-2024, 02:32 PM by Peter Jensen.)
== Welcome back, Shawdowhunt! Great post! Also, I'm taking the liberty of speeding this along a bit so we can do the main mission 
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Peter was standing next to Art when she ran the scan and he was glad he did. What he saw as she ran the scan surprised him deeply. He had thought the man to be a mercenary, a 25th century edition of the infamous Harcourt Fenton Mudd that had plagued a previous century. What he saw was the polar opposite, and he actually felt a pang of....guilt? He sighed, and his facial features softened considerably when he looked at Heathbridge and spoke.
"Well, it seems there wasn't anything here, after all", he said and pretended to sound casual. He could have used a spray bottle on Turner if he had had one when the Midshipman actually did his duty and alerted him to the holes in the floor where he'd most likely been hiding the refugees.
Ironic....I am the one suddenly having a problem with people doing their duty...
"Well, yes, that does look suspicious", he said, the aforementioned irony not lost on him one bit, as he peeked inside the hole and the crates of Starfleet equipment. He cursed a bit under his breath. He couldn't let the "appropriation" of Starfleet property go completely unmentioned. But he also didn't want to bring the hammer down on the man - disagreeable though he was - for helping people flee the Cardassians.
"You heard the Captain before: We don't have any more time to waste here", he looked at everyone, and then at Heathbridge. "Normally, I'd have insisted on taking those supplies back with me, but that takes time we don't have right now. So I'll expect you to hand in those Starfleet supplies and get civilian equivalents the first chance you get", he said as he looked at the man, struggling to maintain some sternness in his voice and not sure how successful he was.
"I see nothing atrocious here. Only the world's crappiest cruise ship in an area of space that isn't really suited to crusing. Risa, this isn't. But that's not my affair. Those Starfleet supplies are, however. Get them changed for civilian issue, hm?", he said, but much softer now, then headed over towards Heathbridge:
"Thank you for your hospitality and cooperation, Captain Heathbridge", he said without the sarcasm he'd used before, then, leaning in against him as he shook his hand, and whispered:
"Upgrade your jamming equipment. Now. The Cardassian Union is evil, not stupid, and if our scanners found this, so will theirs eventually, and Starfleet won't be able to protect you when they do.". He held the man's gaze for a moment to make sure he got the message, then let go of his hand, and looked around at the group before tapping his badge:
"Jensen to Yeager. We found nothing of enough importance to justify staying here. We're ready to go back".
Then he looked at Heathbridge and silently mouthed the word "Godspeed".
==Peter was standing next to Art when she ran the scan and he was glad he did. What he saw as she ran the scan surprised him deeply. He had thought the man to be a mercenary, a 25th century edition of the infamous Harcourt Fenton Mudd that had plagued a previous century. What he saw was the polar opposite, and he actually felt a pang of....guilt? He sighed, and his facial features softened considerably when he looked at Heathbridge and spoke.
"Well, it seems there wasn't anything here, after all", he said and pretended to sound casual. He could have used a spray bottle on Turner if he had had one when the Midshipman actually did his duty and alerted him to the holes in the floor where he'd most likely been hiding the refugees.
Ironic....I am the one suddenly having a problem with people doing their duty...
"Well, yes, that does look suspicious", he said, the aforementioned irony not lost on him one bit, as he peeked inside the hole and the crates of Starfleet equipment. He cursed a bit under his breath. He couldn't let the "appropriation" of Starfleet property go completely unmentioned. But he also didn't want to bring the hammer down on the man - disagreeable though he was - for helping people flee the Cardassians.
"You heard the Captain before: We don't have any more time to waste here", he looked at everyone, and then at Heathbridge. "Normally, I'd have insisted on taking those supplies back with me, but that takes time we don't have right now. So I'll expect you to hand in those Starfleet supplies and get civilian equivalents the first chance you get", he said as he looked at the man, struggling to maintain some sternness in his voice and not sure how successful he was.
"I see nothing atrocious here. Only the world's crappiest cruise ship in an area of space that isn't really suited to crusing. Risa, this isn't. But that's not my affair. Those Starfleet supplies are, however. Get them changed for civilian issue, hm?", he said, but much softer now, then headed over towards Heathbridge:
"Thank you for your hospitality and cooperation, Captain Heathbridge", he said without the sarcasm he'd used before, then, leaning in against him as he shook his hand, and whispered:
"Upgrade your jamming equipment. Now. The Cardassian Union is evil, not stupid, and if our scanners found this, so will theirs eventually, and Starfleet won't be able to protect you when they do.". He held the man's gaze for a moment to make sure he got the message, then let go of his hand, and looked around at the group before tapping his badge:
"Jensen to Yeager. We found nothing of enough importance to justify staying here. We're ready to go back".
Then he looked at Heathbridge and silently mouthed the word "Godspeed".