ILLUMINARRPG: (8 - 1407) ACONN Alexander Dyson (Repost)

[Ruben Hilbers]

Mission: Prelude
Day: 8
Stardate: 2446.03.30

NRPG: Changing the time as suggested and replying to the things coming after. Yell if you object at my gluing it all together like this. (I think this pushes the times of the holographic messages back a bit.) RPG:

(USS Illuminar – Corridor – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 1407)

Alex had worked the midnight-to-eight-hundred shift today, before going to the Rec Room to continue serving his time for the bar brawl. After dodging his punishment for two days, he had begun getting it over with. One of the things that helping out at the Rec Room had allowed to do, was catch up with the ship’s scuttlebutt. And two pieces of news had sprung out at him.

The first was the whole story about Lieutenant T’shaliath. Two enlisted members had discussed the whole affair. How they had learned about all this, was beyond Alex. But they had talked about the lieutenant, Teresa Jackson and Sath’s katra. Talking about it had not made them very popular with the male barkeep, who had scolded them for their behavior. Shortly after that, they had left the Rec Room.

As for the second story, that had come from the barkeep. Apparently, there was a still somewhere on the ship. And the booze it was producing was a problem for the legit recreation facilities. Or at least, so the barkeep thought. So Alex had decided to see if this was just shipboard rumor, or fact. A couple of questions later, he found himself at Science Lab Two.

He approached the door to the lab and frowned when it didn’t open. He keyed in an emergency override code and switched the door to manual. Then he pried it open. That done, he had a new reason to frown.

“What in the world is this ?”

Alex knew absolutely zip about this science stuff and the installation he found looked very sciency. ~Time for plan B.~ Because bothering Lieutenant Bohb with a – possibly illegal – still sounded like a bad idea in his head, he decided to contact someone else. ~I can’t call security on this until I’m sure what it actually is.~

“Dyson to Vermyx.”

=^=Go ahead, you…=^=

“I need an engineer in Science Lab 2. Turns out the eggheads might have been cooking up some hootch in their lair. I don’t know Jack about all the sciency stuff, so can you help a brother out here ? Because if I don’t send this up the chain, the bigwigs will have my hide.”

He had heard about Vermyx being an Iotian at the Rec Room, so he was taking a stab at adjusting his vernacular to something a bit more fitting. ~Still got a long way to go, Shep.~

=^=Science Lab 2, huh? Yeah, eggheads like to think they're Engineers. Suits me. I like to think of Engineering is Applied Sciences. So they got themselves their own little barrel-house on this flivver. Who knew? Yeah, I'll be there in two shakes.=^=

As he waited for the engineer to arrive, Alex realized that he had not introduced himself to the Engineer. ~Well, I can fix that as soon as he get here.~ Fortunately, Vermyx was true to his word and showed up quickly.

“'F'there's anythin' I know how t'do, it's settin' up a proper swill-tank. We'll have whatever half-cocked rig they got here crankin' out quality giggle juice in no time. Don't you worry — whoever you are — we'll get these bigwigs y'r so fretted about properly Spifflicated!"

“Yeah, my bad. I’m Ensign Alex Dyson,” Alex began. “Normally, I’m a flyboy. But I heard some rumors about a still without a liquor license. And the bigwigs tend to throw a temper tantrum if you don’t report stuff like that.”

(Reply Vermyx)

Before Alex could reply, the doors slammed shut and a forcefield appeared. ~That can’t be good.~ Seconds later, a holographic version of Doctor Penn appeared. Alex listened to the message and when he heard the bit of about the still… ~Thank you, Doctor Penn.~ Once his message was done, a message began playing from Doctor Teller. ~I can’t make anything out of that.~ When that message finished, strobe lights began flashing and alarms began screaming.

“Well, we’re in deep manure.”

(Reply Vermyx)

After a while, the door opened and the strobe lights died, while the alarms slowly faded. ~That’s much better.~ The problem was that the alarms were replaced by the voice of an angry officer. Even from where he was standing, Alex could see that this officer was a human Lieutenant-Commander.

"Come out with your hands raised," He said.

“Here we go,” Alex said as he walked out with his hands raised.

(Reply Vermyx)

Alex listened as the Lieutenant-Commander threw the book at them. ~Well, it was fun while it lasted.~ But as the Commander continued, part of him was rallying. ~Are you giving up this easily ? Come on, what would Joker do ? What would Commander Shepard do ?~ If this had been an old-timey cartoon, there would have been two figures on his shoulder. The part of him that preferred civilian service looked like a little devil, while a small angel was carrying a Starfleet Combadge.

And the two of them were throwing stuff at one another like it was a food fight in the Santa Maria orphanage. Which usually happened when William Zander had been on cooking duty, because his meals tasted like liquid polymer. ~More suited to scrub the floor then eating.~ But now was not the time to tell that story.

"You do not leave this post until relieved by either Mr. Taylor  or myself.  You have permission to shoot to stun anyone attempting access but the two doctors.  Understood?”

As they were cuffed, the angel finally managed to crush the devil. ~If you want to leave, leave. But sell your hide at the highest price you can. Make them bleed for every inch. It’s what Wrex would do.~ Now determined to unleash his inner Krogan, he turned to lieutenant Taylor.

“Can I have a PADD ?” He asked. “To record my statement ? Trust me, it’ll make the paperwork much easier.”

(Reply Taylor, Vermyx)
(Posted by Ruben)