Post by Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison on Apr 8, 2014 13:07:12 GMT -8
As Robin and Alyssa stepped into the security office, Alyssa noticed a peculiar glance from Haywood. When she had left, Alyssa had specifically told him she didn't plan to be back. She was sure that not only was her return unusual, but that she also had the chief pilot with her.
"Lieutenant?" Haywood asked. Alyssa held up her hand to gently dissuade his question. She would explain to him later, but now was not the time. All he needed to know was that Robin would needed one of the cells.
"Prepare a cell," she quietly ordered. To Haywood's credit, he took the order with only a moment of curious expression before carrying it out. Alyssa looked to the combadge resting over Robin's heart, and almost apologetically removed it. It was a simple protocol, but for a Starfleet officer, it could be a powerful action. Removing a the combadge was removing one of the symbolizing totems of a Starfleet officer. To some it was an act of disgrace. While she hated to bring that disgrace before Robin, she knew it was unavoidable. She'd already bent protocol up to this point. She had to make her choices carefully.
With his combadge in her hand, Alyssa stepped over towards one of the work stations, set it down, and picked up one of the processing PADDs. She stepped back and placed it not the table near Robin. She never truly enjoyed this part of the job. Even with the most unrespectable of criminals, it was a tedious aspect of the justice system, but it was necessary. It made the paper work run smoother, ensured that their records clean and accurate, and kept the bureaucrats off their backs.
"Please place your hand on the display," she requested. She took a moment to note that his hand still looked red from his outburst in the turbolift. As the PADD scanned the entirety of his palm and his fingerprints, Alyssa wondered how much damage he had caused.
A few moments later it beeped. "Thank you." She continued to affirm that he could remove his hand. As he did, she took a hold of the hand he had hurt. "Does it hurt?" She mentally reneged on her question. Of course it hurt. He had taken a full swing at a tritanium bulkhead. She supposed her real question was: did it need healed?
"I can get a medkit if you want," she added, hoping to clarify her point. Of course, she would never claim to be even a medic, but she knew her way around the basic medical kit, and had confidence that she could tend to his injury.
Tag: Lieutenant Robin Star, Any
"Lieutenant?" Haywood asked. Alyssa held up her hand to gently dissuade his question. She would explain to him later, but now was not the time. All he needed to know was that Robin would needed one of the cells.
"Prepare a cell," she quietly ordered. To Haywood's credit, he took the order with only a moment of curious expression before carrying it out. Alyssa looked to the combadge resting over Robin's heart, and almost apologetically removed it. It was a simple protocol, but for a Starfleet officer, it could be a powerful action. Removing a the combadge was removing one of the symbolizing totems of a Starfleet officer. To some it was an act of disgrace. While she hated to bring that disgrace before Robin, she knew it was unavoidable. She'd already bent protocol up to this point. She had to make her choices carefully.
With his combadge in her hand, Alyssa stepped over towards one of the work stations, set it down, and picked up one of the processing PADDs. She stepped back and placed it not the table near Robin. She never truly enjoyed this part of the job. Even with the most unrespectable of criminals, it was a tedious aspect of the justice system, but it was necessary. It made the paper work run smoother, ensured that their records clean and accurate, and kept the bureaucrats off their backs.
"Please place your hand on the display," she requested. She took a moment to note that his hand still looked red from his outburst in the turbolift. As the PADD scanned the entirety of his palm and his fingerprints, Alyssa wondered how much damage he had caused.
A few moments later it beeped. "Thank you." She continued to affirm that he could remove his hand. As he did, she took a hold of the hand he had hurt. "Does it hurt?" She mentally reneged on her question. Of course it hurt. He had taken a full swing at a tritanium bulkhead. She supposed her real question was: did it need healed?
"I can get a medkit if you want," she added, hoping to clarify her point. Of course, she would never claim to be even a medic, but she knew her way around the basic medical kit, and had confidence that she could tend to his injury.
Tag: Lieutenant Robin Star, Any