Interrogating the visitor (part 1)

Posted on Wed Jan 18th, 2012 @ 2:51pm by Morgana Frey & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Kirk The Monkey & Ensign Stran & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Major Leroy Mangalia

1,097 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Brig

ON

After everything that happened after Morgana arrivedon the Calypso she wasn't surprised to be escorted into an interrogation room. At least she had Kirk for entertainment. Although, if she were honest with herself, she was very interested to see how the Federation handled prisoner interrogations.

She wasn't worried about them reading her mind. After eyars of training she was very good at allowing only what she wanted to be read and keeping the rest tightly locked away in the deepest part of her mind. Now, she sat calmly in the chair, waiting for the Chief Flunky to begin.

Damion up to the interrogation room doors and waited outside. Best not jump right into it without backup or unprepared. He looked at the PADD and began to look over some of the notes taken by the team the examined her shuttle, also there was the report from the Doctor on Morgana's examination from sickbay. Damion began to look over the files and awaited for someone else.

Kirk rested against Morgana, cooing softly. He was hesitant. Awaiting a moment to be let loose and cause some internal havoc. The small little monkey couldn't do anything at the moment, appear innocent. He just had to put on his puppy dog eyes and look sad and exhausted.

"I know," Morgana cooed. "It's hard to be cooped up in here, sweetie. Hopefully we'll be able to walk around the ship soon so you can get some exercise." They had to be listening to her. Whatever they expected they would find a woman who just wanted to go home.

A Private first class came up, muttering that Leo wasn't going to make it to this interrogation, but if he needed some help, that this Marine wasn't too bad at finding out the truth. "PFC James "Ghost" Ronaldson at your service."

---Outside---

Daniels and Janine Donovan stood, carefully watching the woman. Stran was busy fussing over Levue's ear.

"There." Stran said, nodding. "It is not visible to the naked eye. You'll be able to receive any content spoken into the interrogation room staging area microphone." Stran said, indicating the standing Microphone, between Donovan and Daniels.

She's not half-bad looking. I wouldn't know. She's not exactly my type. That's a shame. That could be fun. Levue heard, through the ear-bud.

She walked between the two, and smacked them both upside the head.

"WHAT?" Donovan demanded.

"Don't feed the troll." Levue said, harshly.

Daniels said nothing. He knew why Levue had smacked him upside the head.

"Recommendations?" Levue asked them both.

"Trust your instincts?" Daniels asked.

"Don't pay too close attention to the precise wording of her story." Donovan said. "I'll handle the syntax review with Ensign Stran."

Stran looked from Donovan, to Daniels, to Cassandra. "Simply do your job, ma'am. You know how to do so. If you think you aren't up for the task, call someone else in. The Chief Intelligence Officer comes to mind." He used his eyes, to indicate Donovan, and Daniels, behind him. "Others, not so much."

Cassandra took a deep breath. "Right. Wish me luck."

"Break a leg!" Daniels said.

"Best of luck, ma'am." Donovan said.

"Luck? Surely you do not require superstitious-" Stran started.

Levue smacked him upside the head, before entering the interrogation room.

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Morgana heard the commotion in the outer room, but she said nothing. She was now deep in character.

The PFC, under Leo's orders walked in and stood guard by the far right wall, a pair of deep black shades hiding his eyes. It wasn't that he needed them, but the welders shades blocked out the light and allowed his other senses to take control, allowing him to sniff and hear fear and lies.

Cassandra entered. She sat down. She said nothing. She looked up from the PADD, she was reading. "Now then, let's get started, shall we?" Levue asked.

The Marine shuffled a bit, then leaned against the wall. He still looked like he was standing at the position of attention. His job wasn't to say anything, just listen for some subtle clues to if the woman was lying or not.

'You mean you're actually going to ask me questions? I thought you had me tried and convicted without any evidence to support your mad allegations."

Levue looked up. "To the contrary, you are on a military vessel, after having arrived here, under questionable circumstances. Until your story is verified, you are legally under martial arrest, for criminal trespass on a vessel underway. Now then, how about you quit debating the necessity of your temporary arrest, and answer some rather standard questions. Let's start with why you were required to vacate your previous vessel?"

Morgana bristled at the security officer's not-so-subtle threat. "Criminal trespass? You RESCUED me.

James sensed the waryness, and the fact that the person that was being questioned was high energy. It seemed like an aura, but one he couldn't read. I wish I was a telepath, James thought to himself. He didn't like only reading the scent of the air, or body posture of a person. Sometimes he wondered if Research was looking into a chip or something that would allow him to become telepathic. Thoughts for another day, he surmised glumly.

Damion soon entered. Keeping his betazoid abilities at the ready to pick up any surface thoughts or emotions. He took a seat across from Morgana and looked at her. Right away he picked off that she was strong. He was cautious with reading her thoughts, maybe she would be able to pick up on him doing it. "Basically, she wants to know why you were running from that other ship and for what reasons were they attacking you?"

Morgana smiled at Damion in relief. A sane person at last! "I don't remember. The last thing I remember is being hit by that other ship. I think they were pirates. I think I was surveying the planet -- I don't remember why. Then I was attacked and you rescued me. And now I'm being treated like a prisoner." She raised pleading eyes to Damion. "All I want is to go home."

He was quite attractive. Morgana wondered if he were unattached.

(To be continued...)

Morgana Frey
XO of the Blackheart

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant JG Cassandra Levue
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Kirk The Monkey
Pirate Monkey

Ensign Stran
Security Officer

Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security Officer

Janine Donovan
Security

PFC James "Ghost" Ronaldson
Marine

 

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