Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2010 17:26:16 GMT -8
She had no idea what Griffon was thinking when he had messaged her and told her to interrogate the alien Tran. She was, after all, just an Ensign and she was sure there were more qualified individuals. Griffon, for one. However, an order was an order.
"Has he been checked for weapons," she asked, her eyes sweeping the now bright orange clad alien.
The security officer on duty nodded the affirmative. "We found a couple of things on him," he said, pointing at a pile, "but nothing that looks to be dangerous."
She examined the items, "he probably did not think it would go wrong." Walking over to the force field, she crossed her arms and stared at the alien. The man scowled at her, as much as his smooth face could manage a scowl. After ten minutes, he began to fidget in his cell, moving from one position to the next. Kinin remained immobile. "Tell her I'm not on display," Tran grumbled to the other guard who just shrugged. As time went by, the alien grew increasingly angry. "If you have something to say... say it," he shouted, standing, "or move from that spot!"
"As you wish," Kinin said. She nodded to the guard, who raised his weapon as he lowered the forcefield. Kinin placed her phaser near the guard and stepped into the cell. Tran was smart enough not to try anything. With long strides, she stepped close to the alien, "what is it you would like me to say," she asked, looking down at him.
He took a step backward. "Nothing. Just go away."
She stepped forward. "Or... is it that you have something you want to say?"
Another step back, "get your ugly face away from me," he growled.
"I was not hired for my looks," she said, moving forward again, "I have..." she paused... "skills that the others do not possess." She caught his eyes widening just a hair. "Unfortunately, I have not had the opportunity to use them..." she narrowed her eyes, "...for a very long time."
He backed away, his back hitting the wall as he saw her flex the fingers of both hands, "look... I--"
"I do not care to hear it just yet," she said, "it will ruin all of my fun."
"Listen--"
She rolled her shoulders as she made fists out of her hands. "Too soon. Eventually, you will tell me all about it... but not yet. I'm not ready to hear it."
The other guard laughed to himself, then said loudly, "sickbay, please have a medic standing by."
"Oh, I do not think he will need one when I am through," Kinin said, smiling sweetly at Tran, then, without warning, her fist flew through the air until it hit the wall behind him, making a loud sound that caused Tran to cringe. Kinin leaned on that hand, her face just inches from Tran's.
He put his head back against the wall, "you don't know how it is," he said.
"Try me," she whispered.
He opened and closed his mouth three times before launching into a long explanation about how their government would spend all resources on the discovery transports, forgetting the people's needs at home, and how he was part of a movement to discredit the venture. How he had been sent out, alone, to carry out his orders. "Only a few were supposed to die... then you all destroyed that by poking around. You all deserved what you got."
Kinin's blood was boiling, but she kept it in check. "You will stand trial by Starfleet for the murder of Lieutenant Hannah Blaketon and the attempted murders of those on the transport, both your species and our crew." She stepped away, "you will also be charged with the damage of a Starfleet vessel. If your intention with your plan was to never see your people again... you succeeded."
Tran took a flying leap at Kinin and she reached up, grabbing him by the chest and held him midair with one hand. "I suggest you do not try that again," she said as she set his feet back down on the ground. Nodding to the guard, she stepped out of the cell after he dropped the field.
"Skills, Kinin?" The guard laughed as he raised the shield.
She strummed an air guitar, "I am a bit rusty, though."
Tran just stood there, glaring at her as Kinin and the guard began to discuss guitars.
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"Has he been checked for weapons," she asked, her eyes sweeping the now bright orange clad alien.
The security officer on duty nodded the affirmative. "We found a couple of things on him," he said, pointing at a pile, "but nothing that looks to be dangerous."
She examined the items, "he probably did not think it would go wrong." Walking over to the force field, she crossed her arms and stared at the alien. The man scowled at her, as much as his smooth face could manage a scowl. After ten minutes, he began to fidget in his cell, moving from one position to the next. Kinin remained immobile. "Tell her I'm not on display," Tran grumbled to the other guard who just shrugged. As time went by, the alien grew increasingly angry. "If you have something to say... say it," he shouted, standing, "or move from that spot!"
"As you wish," Kinin said. She nodded to the guard, who raised his weapon as he lowered the forcefield. Kinin placed her phaser near the guard and stepped into the cell. Tran was smart enough not to try anything. With long strides, she stepped close to the alien, "what is it you would like me to say," she asked, looking down at him.
He took a step backward. "Nothing. Just go away."
She stepped forward. "Or... is it that you have something you want to say?"
Another step back, "get your ugly face away from me," he growled.
"I was not hired for my looks," she said, moving forward again, "I have..." she paused... "skills that the others do not possess." She caught his eyes widening just a hair. "Unfortunately, I have not had the opportunity to use them..." she narrowed her eyes, "...for a very long time."
He backed away, his back hitting the wall as he saw her flex the fingers of both hands, "look... I--"
"I do not care to hear it just yet," she said, "it will ruin all of my fun."
"Listen--"
She rolled her shoulders as she made fists out of her hands. "Too soon. Eventually, you will tell me all about it... but not yet. I'm not ready to hear it."
The other guard laughed to himself, then said loudly, "sickbay, please have a medic standing by."
"Oh, I do not think he will need one when I am through," Kinin said, smiling sweetly at Tran, then, without warning, her fist flew through the air until it hit the wall behind him, making a loud sound that caused Tran to cringe. Kinin leaned on that hand, her face just inches from Tran's.
He put his head back against the wall, "you don't know how it is," he said.
"Try me," she whispered.
He opened and closed his mouth three times before launching into a long explanation about how their government would spend all resources on the discovery transports, forgetting the people's needs at home, and how he was part of a movement to discredit the venture. How he had been sent out, alone, to carry out his orders. "Only a few were supposed to die... then you all destroyed that by poking around. You all deserved what you got."
Kinin's blood was boiling, but she kept it in check. "You will stand trial by Starfleet for the murder of Lieutenant Hannah Blaketon and the attempted murders of those on the transport, both your species and our crew." She stepped away, "you will also be charged with the damage of a Starfleet vessel. If your intention with your plan was to never see your people again... you succeeded."
Tran took a flying leap at Kinin and she reached up, grabbing him by the chest and held him midair with one hand. "I suggest you do not try that again," she said as she set his feet back down on the ground. Nodding to the guard, she stepped out of the cell after he dropped the field.
"Skills, Kinin?" The guard laughed as he raised the shield.
She strummed an air guitar, "I am a bit rusty, though."
Tran just stood there, glaring at her as Kinin and the guard began to discuss guitars.
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