Weapons and such

Posted on Mon Jul 31st, 2017 @ 1:44pm by Lieutenant JuniorGrade Fethraie D'Darra & Lieutenant Commander Victor "Vic" Miller

Mission: S01E01 - At the Brink of Night
Location: Security Office
Timeline: Current

OOC Vic: Vic carries a Rigelian disruptor on him that was never checked with security--and technically he shouldn't even have it. I also suck at titles. Ray told me that Feth would be handling all security matters (at least for now), so that's why you're here.

ON

Vic had gotten a summons to the Security office, and all it said was that it was important. He suspected it had something to do with his weapon, which he didn't view as a problem.

The parting doors deposited Security's petty officer, a man named Martin Truex, just mere feet before Vic had arrived. "Commander," he said as a greeting as he passed Vic by.

Inside the Security Office though, Feth sat straight in her chair. If there was such a thing as sitting at attention, then she had the posture perfected. Before her was her terminal displaying the profile and information regarding Victor Miller. She also had a PADD ready for note taking. As she was, for the time, in charge of the security of the ship, it was up to Feth to get a feel for the personnel and to address other matters as she saw them. Most notably among these issues was the commander's possession of a sidearm that was not Starfleet standard issue. It appeared more to Feth as a disruptor than any other variant of a phaser. As the current chief of Security, Feth had to know all about it, and all about Victor Miller.

"You requested me, Ensign?" Vic said as he stood before her. His hair was pushed up behind his ears--showing the unmistakable point of his father's people.

Fethraie had met few Rigelians in her time, and never a Rigelian/human hybrid. This was a first and she found a sense of intrigue in the matter, but decided long ago not to bring up and racial or cultural topics. Security was like justice, at least that was what her instructors at Starfleet used to say. As justice was blind, so was Security. It was levied upon all in equal proportions and saw not the appearances of others.

"I did commander," Feth said as she stood and assumed an attentive stance before a superior officer. Breaking from that stance and reclaiming her seat, "I am appreciative of your promptness in regards to my summons. As you know, the safety and security of this ship is reliant upon everyone of us. There is one, however, that is accredited with the responsibility to ensure stability in both safety and security, and until a better candidate for the job appears, I am that responsible one. If you do not mind, I have but a few questions."

"Like what?" Vic asked, managing to keep his hand off his weapon for the time being.

Feth tilted her head slightly to the side as though possibly achieving a new angle for viewing and seeing the man, to use her skills in reading him. So far though, all she saw were blank pages. "Your reasons for deciding on a career in Starfleet, for example. There must certainly be one event, in your history and above all others, that made you decide. If you would find it agreeable to divulge, I am, as you might say, all ears."

"I had made some...difficult...life choices prior to Starfleet, nothing that would bar me from service. So I figured it was time for a chance of pace."

’Avoiding the answer. Very well.’ There was a brief twitch to Feth’s eyebrow as a result of Vic’s response. “That is a vague answer, Sir, I must say.” She turned her attention to her terminal. “I was asking because I do not like blanks. Security may be blind like Justice, but I am not. And if anything tries to veil my eyes, then I start to find suspicion. I was reviewing your profile,” placing a hand on her terminal monitor, she spun it around so that Vic could see. “Especially the areas regarding your personality and traits as well as your history prior to Starfleet. I did so in order to ask questions to see if your answers matched what is in your profile.” She knew Vic was already well aware of what was displayed on the screen. “Nothing. You are the Second in Command of this ship and that area of your profile is blank. Being in Security, I find this to be concerning.” Feth firmly set her eyes upon his disruptor but for a brief second before reconnecting with his eyes. “Fascinating enough, I do, however, find that you and I have something in common.”

"You mean besides the fact that we both have something to hide, Ensign?" Vic had studied her file as well, and played his trump card, his left hand moving the rest incredibly close to his disruptor.

“Yes,” Feth responded immediately. “Besides that. I will not lie to you Commander. As you know, Vulcans are repulsed to lying. If you want of me, I shall tell you all about my life before Starfleet, all about my life on Vulcan. Be warned, it can be quite a long story and I am told that Vulcans telling stories are quite boring. The something in common that I was referring to is both of our suspicious qualities. A Vulcan in Security is a rare sight I am told. As such, I find myself highly suspicious of others. You do the same. I did notice your hand resting on your weapon when I came aboard. I do not pretend to know what is in your past, but I do see that it has lead you here, aboard this ship, before me now, with your hand resting upon your weapon.”

"The weapon is for my own protection. I have enemies both in and out of the Federation who wish me dead." Vic's tone was oddly serious, "it's been modified to be inactive when holstered, but the moment I draw it’s ready to fire."

It was a common modification Rigelian pirates used to ensure there were no accidental discharges of weapons, and perhaps a key to Vic's past.

Feth narrowed her eyes in contemplation. “Not a very logical solution and it is still a security risk to this ship, but I can only assume the Captain has approved of your measures. I understand all the same.” Standing up, Feth clasped her hand behind her back. “Might I see it?”

"I wouldn't use approval as a description of how she feels." Vic said, before unholstering and powering down his weapon, holding it out to Feth.

“But of course. Approval is sometimes not affiliated with pleasant attitudes.” Feth bent forward to eye the weapon. For someone so anxious as to rest his hand upon a weapon on his waste, the man was quick to offer it upon request. It was powered down of course, but Feth was a weapons expert. “I only wish to do a visual inspection.” She moved about, inspecting the weapon, its shape, the modifications. “This seems sentimental to you; something personal. As a Vulcan, I am all too familiar with personal space and I shall not intrude upon yours…unless you make me.” She was still inspecting the weapon as Vic turned it over for her to see the other side. “This is a Type 2 disruptor is it not?” she asked as she straightened, done with her inspection.

"Rigelian type 2, yes." Vic said, "and you will not put this down as on board."

That order perked both of Feth’s eyebrows as well as her ears. This was truly a surprise and it was obvious as Feth found herself at a momentary loss for words. After a brief span of eternity, “An apology is in order Commander as that is an unlawful order. Only the captain can give me such an order. If she does, I will certainly obey but only after she notes my protest. In said event and in the interest of the Security of this ship, I urge you to make sure that no one aboard gets mysteriously shot with a Type 2 disruptor as you would be the primary suspect.”

Vic rolled his eyes. "Whatever.

“I will also be alerting Sick Bay,” Feth said, “that you will be paying a visit. I require a complete scan of a wound, complete with burn marks, that your weapon leaves upon simulated flesh. This would of course be to help prove your innocence…or guilt…should the worse befall us.”

"It’s near impossible to get to a pirate's weapon, and a pirate doesn't kill without due reason, haven't you ever heard of the code?" Vic turned and powered up his weapon and returned it to the holster, "I'll get around to them eventually.”

“You said it is near impossible to get a pirate’s weapon. Logic then dictates that you understand it is not utterly impossible to get a pirate’s weapon.” But there was something else about the man that Feth needed some closure toward. She had to make sure whatever was in Vic’s past, that he was not bringing it with him aboard the Musashi. Him using the word ‘pirate’ twice in a single though along with ‘kill’ and ‘code’ made her ask, “there are not any pirates aboard the Musashi at the moment that you know of…are there?” For her own purposes, she needed to know where his loyalties lie.

"None that are active, Ensign."

“As I mentioned before, the safety and security of this ship falls upon us all. Aid me in seeing that no previously active pirates decide to pick up their old habits. I thank you for your time, Commander. I have no further questions.”

Vic turned to face her with a smirk, "Starfleet would have my head if I went rogue like that."

“Oh, Commander,” Feth spoke up as Vic was about to leave. “If you have any questions for me, do feel free to ask. Vulcans hold our personal space like we withhold our emotions, but I shall avail you with answers to any questions you may have.”

"No questions." Vic said, resting his hand on his disruptor.