Sickbay Revisited (part 2)
Posted on Thu Sep 20th, 2012 @ 2:32pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant T'Lada & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale
Edited on on Thu Sep 20th, 2012 @ 2:37pm
986 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission: The Enemy Within: Lying in Wait
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"All that I am certain could not have been involved, based on their locations at the time." T'Lada said. She paused over a name, but refrained from voicing it. She noted several odd items, and attached it to the original item that caught her attention. "Regardless, Tell Doctor Bowen that the body is ready for transport. I have not touched it in any way. HOWEVER, Amarylis, here, needs to remember that a pulse can be checked via tricorder, and should not, under any circumstances, touch a body, without scanning it first. I'll make sure the Chief of Security gives her an indepth, and long-winded retraining session on Crime Scene Procedures."
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"That's Sergeant ma'am. Where I come from all ranks play nice in the sand box. As for your Chief you can forget wasting his breath. When you have actually been in the field for more than twenty minutes you gain a little thing called experience, I wouldn't expect you officer types to get us but that's why I'm here. The doc over there was struck by a direct frontal blow to her larynx. Whoever got to the poor girl would have sanitized the body long before I touched it dear. It was a professional not some green officer trying to play spy." Amarylis replied back coldly to the vulcan.
"Are you insinuating that one of us killed the Doc?" Peters asked. "Haven't we been ordered to stay together? So, if we stayed together, we wouldn't be able to get off by ourselves," Peters argued. Then again, he wasn't here when it happened. He only came down after the Commander went back to the ship 'cause she wasn't feeling well.
He looked at T'Lada. "You were all together, right? None of you went off by yourselves?"
"If either of you were following SCIS approved procedures, and had read the report, you would have the answer, already." T'Lada said. She turned to Amarylis. "I've been a field officer for some time, Sergeant, and nothing, I repeat nothing is valid grounds for not following proper crime scene procedure. Regardless of what you personally suspect, Sergeant, you have tainted potential evidence, which will be rendered legally useless, in a court of law. I will be lodging a formal complaint against your Commanding Officer, the moment we are back aboard the ship."
"Fine, you can join the line up dear." Amarylis replied snarkly to the vulcan.
"Fine, but we didn't know it was a crime scene until we walked in on it," Major interjected. "We came down here when Commander Vance went back to the ship. We were told nothing about a crime scene. The Vulcan obviously knew nothing about a crime scene. We're not SCIS trained. We're Marines. We're here to keep you safe, not investigate a crime scene." He was going to get into trouble if he didn't stop now. "Meanin' no disrespect, Sergeant Ma'am, but you were the one who discovered the crime. Why didn't you say something to us sooner?"
"Commander Vance? Are you talking about Alexandra Vance?" Amarylis asked concernedly. If Alexandra had indeed been down here why did she leave? She was not one to simply leave a task unfinished. She also wondered why the Lieutenant had failed to mention this important fact instead deciding to lecture Amarylis on procedure.
"Ma'am, where exactly did Commander Vance wander off to? Did any of you see what she was doing?" she asked T'Lada. Amarylis may not have been officially trained but her years of experience underground taught her which questions to ask and how to get information.
"She wasn't feeling well and went back to the Calypso," Peters replied. "That's why we're here. We were sent down to make sure nothing happened to the rest of the team."
Amarylis looked down to the floor nodding her head concernedly. Too sick? she thought to herself. In her years she had never known Alexandra to back down because of an ailment unless it was serious. None of the other away team members were exhibiting any signs of illness nor was Amarylis. Whatever reason Vance left for, it certainly wasn't because she was sick.
"How did she look before she left? Did she exhibit any signs of weakness or distress?" Amarylis asked turning to Peters.
"I didn't see her. You'd have to ask the doctor on the Calypso. Or the transporter chief. He'd know, too." Peters shrugged. "As I said, we were sent down here after she was on board."
"I gotta return to the Caly. Sergeant I think you have this all well in hand."
=^=Beckinsale to Transporter room one to beam up.=^=.
She waited a few moments and nothing happened.
=^=Beckinsale to transporter room. One to beam up.=^=
=^=Transporter Room to Beckinsale. I heard you the first time ma'am, I can't get a lock on you. It must be the sand."=^=
Amarylis scoffed and walked over to the main doors. When she got close to them she realized something was very wrong.....the doors had been welded shut....
Peters watched Amarylis for a moment before he, too, realized they were sealed in. He pulled out his rifle and shot at the door. The round bounced off the door and into the deck plating. "Shielded, too. What, do they think we're going to mess up their shiny floor?"
"Now what?" Peters asked, looking from Amarylis to T'Lada to Major. "Do we sit here or tear apart the bulkhead to get out? Me, I'm all for going through the walls if I have to. Did I mention that I can get claustrophobic? Okay, I generally don't, but I don't like the dark."
Just then the power cut out. "That's not very nice!" Peters yelled to no one in particular.
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Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale
Platoon Leader
Ensign Mandy Lane
Medic
Sergeant Majors
Marine
Corporal Peters
Marine
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