Internal Sensors

Posted on Mon Oct 15th, 2012 @ 7:55pm by Lieutenant Saith i-Ki Baratan

405 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 79 - Triangle
Location: Starbase Brig
Timeline: Following Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my!

“Relax Ensign, it's only me. I'm just checking things out and making sure that everything is secure. After everything that has been happening around here, I want to make sure that there are no surprises..”

Saith nodded a curt nod in Captain Harrison’s direction, “Yes sir, it is just that Lt. Cmdr. Lokran had stated no one was to enter and we weren’t expecting anyone. You are . . . ,” she smiled, “a surprise.”

Of course, Saith knew that even the Lt. Commander would have had to let the Captain into the brig; she outranked him. Saith relaxed her stance a bit and looked back at the computer terminal.

Saith returned to her previous musings; she knew she was conflicted; she just didn’t know what to do about it. She glanced at Captain Harrison, who looked as if she had a conflict of her own going on. ‘None of your business Saith,’ she thought to herself.

With a sigh Saith sat back down at the terminal and pulled up some reports. She made sure she was on visual only, so that none of the information was provided for the prisoners she read through them. She quietly added her own to the growing stack. She cast a glance at the prisoners and wondered if they were really worth all this fuss. In the Empire such an enemy would have been dispatched once caught, of course it would not have been official, and it would have been due to some sort of unavoidable accident.

At one time, that is the only way Saith would have considered appropriate for dealing with someone. Then all Hell had broken loose in the Empire and she wound up on the Starfleet side of things. Her mind wandered back to all the fights she and her human father had; actually, all the fights she had, he was always patient. He had shown her there was another way; and she had believed, at least until a couple of days ago. She clenched her fist, and then slowly let it go. She had to decide soon what she was going to do, before the Admiral decided for her. She briefly wondered if any of the Betazoid on the base were tingling with her thoughts. It wasn’t illegal to have thoughts such as hers, but she felt maybe it should be. ‘Afterall,’ she glanced at Clark and Winters, ‘that’s how traitors are born.’

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