UFP Deep Space 14 Space Station
5 - Transposition – Moving Carrie and Maria
by Lieutenant Commander Nigel Goodman
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Sophie was in a bit of a funk. A concerned and thought out funk, but a funk none the less. In a few hours she had been assigned to escort the terrible twins, Carrie and Maria, to medical to have her examined to see what set of mental patterns were evident within the skull of Ms. Dalton.
It was an interesting case no matter how you sliced it. Professor Truk, her Tellarite mentor at Cambridge, would have loved the case. She however had her own concerns. Very practical ones.
And it had been dropped in her lap by her boss, LTC. Whitefeather, and by her own ambition.
There was no question that she would be dealing with it. Professionalism and pride made it a necessity. And it had been suggested that her career might advance if she carried it off. The very proverbial carrot and the stick.
The Aboriginal Security Officer sat at her desk and sipped her tea, trying to work out the all the variations, so she could plan the trip between Security and Medical with as few complications as possible. There was no scenario she had considered that didn't have at least one large and looming problem.
A 20th century Japanese Jazz quintet instrumental piece played in the background. It had been intended to help loosen up Goodman's thinking. It wasn't working, although it usually performed splendidly. She sighed as she called out, “Computer, freeze The Seatbelt's “Tank” piece.” The music stopped in mid note, a saxophone seemingly winking out of existence.
Her eyes took in the small scale hovering diagrammatic image of the station, and the proposed paths she had been considering. If only Sophie had been allowed the use of the subcutaneous transponder she had wanted to inject Carrie/Maria with. Just a precaution. But it had been disallowed as a “violation of her rights”.
Goodman's eye narrowed thoughtfully at the thoughts of Maria's victims' rights. But it was a committed matter. She would her get her to Medical and back to security, alive and intact. It was a duty.
The Security Officer looked back toward the hovering and translucent image, and began re plotting routes again. She took another sip of her tea, and called out, “Computer, play the “Duke Ellington set” please.”
In the back ground above and around her desk, the quiet tones of a 1940's big band began playing.
The planning went on.
by Lieutenant Commander Nigel Goodman
Post Details
| Title | Moving Carrie and Maria | |
| Mission | 5 - Transposition | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Commander Nigel Goodman | |
| Posted | Mon Mar 08, 2010 @ 3:54pm | |
| Location | Deep Space 14-Security HQ. Sophie's office | |
| Timeline | Slip plus 10 days |
It was an interesting case no matter how you sliced it. Professor Truk, her Tellarite mentor at Cambridge, would have loved the case. She however had her own concerns. Very practical ones.
And it had been dropped in her lap by her boss, LTC. Whitefeather, and by her own ambition.
There was no question that she would be dealing with it. Professionalism and pride made it a necessity. And it had been suggested that her career might advance if she carried it off. The very proverbial carrot and the stick.
The Aboriginal Security Officer sat at her desk and sipped her tea, trying to work out the all the variations, so she could plan the trip between Security and Medical with as few complications as possible. There was no scenario she had considered that didn't have at least one large and looming problem.
A 20th century Japanese Jazz quintet instrumental piece played in the background. It had been intended to help loosen up Goodman's thinking. It wasn't working, although it usually performed splendidly. She sighed as she called out, “Computer, freeze The Seatbelt's “Tank” piece.” The music stopped in mid note, a saxophone seemingly winking out of existence.
Her eyes took in the small scale hovering diagrammatic image of the station, and the proposed paths she had been considering. If only Sophie had been allowed the use of the subcutaneous transponder she had wanted to inject Carrie/Maria with. Just a precaution. But it had been disallowed as a “violation of her rights”.
Goodman's eye narrowed thoughtfully at the thoughts of Maria's victims' rights. But it was a committed matter. She would her get her to Medical and back to security, alive and intact. It was a duty.
The Security Officer looked back toward the hovering and translucent image, and began re plotting routes again. She took another sip of her tea, and called out, “Computer, play the “Duke Ellington set” please.”
In the back ground above and around her desk, the quiet tones of a 1940's big band began playing.
The planning went on.