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Posted Star Date 21907.07 @ 20:08 (08:08 PM)

Benjamin Elias was led into a small interview room, not unlike one found at any standard Star Fleet Brig facility; a metal table, chairs on both sides, and a two-way mirror. Though the Engineer was not under arrest or in cuffs, the large Klingon standing at parade rest by the room's only door hinted at the severity of the situation; the 'we would like a word with you in private' the young and attractive Trill woman in Support Purple had been something of a white lie. The journey in the shuttle with blacked-out windows and a sealed cockpit had been the first clue.

 

An Andorian Crewman, again in purple, entered the room silently with a tray containing a water jug and several cups. The Klingon quickly gave them a visual inspection and grunted for the Andorian to continue; the crewman quickly yet expertly placed the cups and jug on the table before scurrying from the room, the door closing behind him with an ominous click.

 

For what probably seemed like an eternity, but was really only a few minutes, Elias was left alone with the Klingon. The large man did not speak, or even look in Elias' direction, he was like a statue; a 250lb statue that would shatter every bone in the Engineer's body if he even thought about escaping.

 

The tension was finally broken when the door opened again and a young woman in a sharp business suit entered. She smiled politely at Elias as she took her seat and poured herself a glass of water, inviting him to sit with her free hand.

 

"For the record, please confirm that you are Benjamin Elias; currently serving aboard the USS Artemis as an Engineer?"

 

Glancing down at her PADD, she continued.

 

"And you were once the Engineer on the smuggling vessel 'Aces Wild', correct?"


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Posted Star Date 21907.08 @ 21:52 (09:52 PM)

As Benjamin paced in the small 'interview' room, he couldn't help but get more and more nervous. Despite being over four years ago, he still remembered vividly the debriefings he had gone through after he was rescued from the Tzenkethi. The fact that they had been trying to decide if he was a criminal or not wasn't helped by the fact that he was finally getting sober for the first time in a couple of years. And while this room wasn't entirely similar to those - the Klingon at the door was new, and the Andorian bringing the water had smiled at him nicely - the similarities were more than enough to make him begin to wonder if old wounds were being dredged open. Harkness and his men did all the drug running, he reminded himself. He had known, but had really only been there to tend to the engines.

 

He looked around some more, though there wasn't anything else to look at besides the very imposing, very muscular Klingon, who could probably break Benjamin in half if he even looked at the guard funny. He considered pouring himself a cup of water before reconsidering.

 

Of course, in the absence of other input, his brain began coming up with even more scenarios for this 'word in private' that he had been 'requested' for. A word in private, he thought, could've been at an out-of-the-way cafe, not a shuttle ride and a guard away. Maybe it had to do something with the events on Pomn? Has Nathan found yet another way to make me regret agreeing to help? He thought about that for a few minutes before dismissing the notion.

 

No, he thought. If there were legal or official repercussions, Captain Crawford would be involved. She may be rough around the edges, but he knew she looked after her own. If she didn't, Nathan wouldn't have even had a chance to drag Benjamin to that god-forsaken rock in the first place. And any unofficial repercussions would likely be from the Syndicate.

 

Before he could follow that thought even further down the rabbit hole, the door finally opened. He was surprised to see a young woman in a business suit enter and take the seat nearest the door. Not Star Fleet? She didn't have a badge or anything stating any official capacity to be here, but the Klingon didn't react to her at all. Obviously, she was supposed to be here.

 

She smiled politely and poured herself a glass of water, waving him to the other chair with her free hand. He did as he was asked, confusion at least overriding his paranoia for a moment, and then poured himself a glass as she referred to her notes. "For the record, please confirm that you are Benjamin Elias, currently serving aboard the USS Artemis as an engineer?" He nodded and started to speak when she continued. "And you were once the engineer on the smuggling vessel 'Aces Wild', correct?"

 

His stomach hit the floor, and he was glad that he hadn't tried to take a drink yet, as he wasn't sure his arm would hold the glass up. This was over, he thought. They told me that their investigations were over, and that the case was closed. Why in the frozen waters of Andor are we back at this again? For a moment, he felt as weak as a child being called to answer for something he hadn't even done.

 

But it was only a moment. He swallowed hard and did take that sip of water now, closing his eyes hard as he did to try and force himself back to something resembling calm. "No, ma'am," he said politely, fighting his artificial eye into staying still. "I mean yes, I am Benjamin Elias of the Artemis, but the Aces Wild wasn't a smuggling ship.

 

"The Aces Wild was a legitimate freighter, hauling into and out of the Ferengi Alliance to the Federation's border worlds, and I did serve on her." His hands gripped the cup, tightening as he dredged up the old memories he had done his best to run from for years. "The ship I assume you are referring to was the Longshoreman, operating out of the fringes and hauling cargo, legitimate and otherwise, into the Tzenkethi Coalition. It was lost four years ago after the Tzenkethi attempted to 'capture' it, and I was the only survivor.

 

"However, there were extensive debriefings on that subject at the time of my recovery and before I entered the service, records of which should show that I was innocent, if not entirely blameless." He stopped for a moment, realizing he had been staring at the water intently as he spoke as if willing it to be something else, or maybe just for him to be anywhere else. "So if I may ask, what exactly is this about?"


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Posted Star Date 21907.10 @ 17:06 (05:06 PM)

The woman simply nodded and made notes on her PADD, seemingly ignoring the comment about the Longshoreman's capture and the jibe about being extensively debriefed when he was rescued. She remained silent for several seconds, as if considering his answers and the question he himself had posed, before continuing.

 

"You are somewhat of an anomaly in Star Fleet; a former merchant crewman who transferred into the service during a time of peace. Usually it is the other way around."

 

Brushing a rogue strand of hair behind her ear, she continued.

 

"This gives you a unique perspective on, shall we say, outdated equipment."

 

Placing the PADD down, the woman smiled. It was a sweet and disarming smile, not unlike the one a certain Betazoid on the Artemis used when attempting to charm something out of someone.

 

"Would you say that stood you in good stead during your recent escapades with one Nathan Ramius?"


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Posted Star Date 21907.10 @ 21:47 (09:47 PM)

I have no idea who these people are, Benjamin thought as the woman simply made a few notes on her padd, but she's good. She very good, giving no clue as to what she was thinking beyond just consulting her notes, making additions to them, and deliberating on her next move. She did it swiftly, despite the calculated nature of it, and kept going.

 

"You are somewhat of an anomaly in Star Fleet," she noted, ignoring his own question; "a former merchant crewman who transferred into the service during a time of peace. Usually it is the other way around." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and added, "This gives you a unique perspective on, shall we say, outdated equipment."

 

He ran through a few choice adjectives in his head, wondering what she meant by that. Sure, he had more than his fair share of making do with outdated tech and making a part work well past its intended specs and lifespan - though rarely both for long - but why was that important? The longer this went, the more confused Benjamin got, even though they had just started the 'private conversation'.

 

She set down her padd and smiled at him. In other circumstances, on other faces, it might have been described as charming and sweet, and some part of him still read it as such. But with all the odd questions, and the strange atmosphere, Benjamin was too on-edge. He worried at his wedding band as she kept going, spinning it around on his finger as she talked.

 

"Would you say that stood you in good stead during your recent escapades with one Nathan Ramius?"

 

He stopped, his eye itching some more as he stared at her for a moment. Pomn, he cursed to himself. The gift that keeps on giving. He briefly considered trying to play dumb, but remembering the Klingon decided that that would be a bad idea.

 

"It did," he said. "Being able to work with isolinear and optolithic systems proved to be an asset, though that wasn't the plan at the start." There was a plan? The question popped unbidden into his mind, but he kept talking past it, not really looking at his questioner as he dredged up the memories. "We managed to bring down an entire sentient-trafficking operation, though much of the credit for that I think has to go to Nathan; he was able to work with their system better than I was. I simply got him access."

 

He leaned forward quickly, arms spreading from where they'd been on the edge of the table, hands out and palm up as he wanted answers. "Look, what is this about?" He locked eyes with her, questioning. "If this is a criminal investigation, then I should be entitled to representation; if it isn't, then if it's all the same to you I had plans for my shore leave I need to get to unless there's a very good reason I should stick around."


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Posted Star Date 21907.15 @ 18:01 (06:01 PM)

Finishing making notes on her PADD, the woman placed it face-down on the table and calmly reached for her glass of water. She sipped at it, watching Elias carefully with sharp eyes as she did so, before placing the glass down again.

 

“Midshipman Ramius and your august self took it upon yourselves to infiltrate and conduct a covert operation on sovereign territory. Had you been caught by a government agency; that could have been construed as espionage, if not an outright act of war.”

 

Leaning forward, the woman folded her arms and rested her weight on them.

 

“There are some at Command who, having read about your exploits, believe you to be a loose cannon who will drag Star Fleet into disrepute.”

 

Leaning back again in her chair, she continued.

 

“On the other hand, your skills and experiences could be very useful…”


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