Shift Change

Posted on 10 Aug 2014 @ 5:37pm by Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos
Edited on on 12 Aug 2014 @ 10:15am

1,007 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 5, Intelligence Office
Timeline: MD8, 0730 hours

ON:

His first shift on the ship, and Tyrion felt like he'd had very little to do during the night. Just organizing systems, making sure there was an efficient data flow and co-ordinate with engineering about computer use. That, and help fix a few bugs here and there. He'd even almost fallen asleep a few times but he had a little project of his own that he was still working on.

Since his transfer from Chesapeake, and Tyrek's murder not having been solved, he decided to make it his personal mission to unravel that mystery. So he'd asked for all files related to the murder, before his transfer, so that he could go over them when he had the time to do so. Sipping his coffee, his eyes were glued to the PADD, his eyes traveling fast over the scrolling text in front of him. He was so concentrated that he didn't notice anyone walking into the office, let alone that his shift was almost over.

Lieutenant Markos walked in, her skirt uniform crisp, her hair pinned up and out of the way. She stopped, looking at the man before she remembered. Faye. His file said he was Betazoid. Great. Just what she wanted. "Faye," she acknowledged, moving to where he was sitting. Intense look too in his eyes as he read.

At first, there was no response but soon enough Tyr realised someone was standing close by. Black eyes looked up to meet hers and he put the PADD face down in front of him. "Ma'am," he acknowledged. "Quiet shift ma'am, nothing to report that's worth mentioning." His tone was just shy of curt, as he was honestly trying not to let his own problem get away with him again. He was honestly trying to be polite, and dutiful. He didn't want to mess up, not again.

"Well, that's something at least. Any more information on the Cardassians?" she asked, moving to check for herself. After being down planet with the zombie Cardassians, she needed to make sure. She almost sneered with annoyance at a tribble, picking it up and putting it in the large cage. Yep. Tribble fur coat. By the end of the mission.

"I see you're collecting pets," the intelligence officer dared before shaking his head. "No nothing new but I can try to hack into their systems if you desire. Shouldn't take more than a few hours."

"Let's not start a new war," she said sharply, frowning. It was tempting. Hell, it was very tempting. But she wasn't stupid. Not that stupid any more anyway.

"They'd never know," Tyr offered, "I'm good at what I do, they'd never tie it back to us. Besides I have no idea what's going on with them anyway, I got here a few hours ago, I met my room mate, got my assignment and had some rack time, then reported for my first shift. The gal who runs beta...she never showed up. So I got no briefing."

Amynta turned to look at him, watching him closely. "Okay. So here is your briefing. We have some zombie-like creatures down in the mines. I've spent the better part of yesterday shooting at them or running and hiding from them. Now, the mine has Cardassians and humans working. Seeing the dead, hearing them. I am still trying to figure out what the hell is going on."

"Someone turned Cardassians into zombies, but going on what you just said, there's no Human zombies? In that case we need to find out why the Cardies go zombie, but not the Humans. And who's involved...what does who have to gain....are they experimenting on their own kind?"

"No idea," she confessed as she rubbed over her forehead, considering it. "Or it could be a naturally occurring virus that reanimates the deceased. Who knows. I don't yet."

"But only Cardassians," Tyrion pressed. "I can get into their computers and get their intel, see if it lists anything on a virus and forward anything I find to medical..."

"You are not going into their computer," Amynta said as she held his eyes. "If you do, I will break your fingers and put you in the brig. Are you picking up what I am putting down?" she arched an eyebrow, with a small smirk. "No, monitor their activity and know they are doing the same to us."

His gaze didn't waver as he shrugged. "Understood," he replied though the wheels in his mind were already set into motion. "And you weren't writing anything down. Ma'am...you were speaking to me."

"Bloody Betazoids," she said with a shake of her head, turning away from him. "As long as you understand the order. No hacking."

"What's that got to do with Betazoids," Tyrion all but snapped, "I don't read minds. I don't want to read minds and I don't want to sense anything either. I don't know, nor will I know what you're thinking. I will never read you unless specifically ordered to and even then it'll be with the greatest reluctance. I understand the order. Permission to leave?"

"No," she said and turned around, watching him. "No, permission not granted. You are not done yet on your shift. So sit down, finish up and when it is 07:59 you have permission to get the hell out of here and continue your tantrum."

Gritting his teeth, the ensign glared at his superior. "I never stood," he pointed out, reaching to activate his computer and continue the monitoring he started an hour ago before his own research got him distracted.

"And that is what I mean about bloody Betazoids. You are literal. Sometimes, just like the Vulcans," she said and shook her head. "I'll be in my office."

"I'm not Vulcan," Tyr murmured as he watched her leave, then refocused on what he was doing. And exactly at 07:59, he left the office.

OFF:

Ensign Tyrion Faye
Intelligence Officer/hacker
USS Galileo
pnpc T'Vanna

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Lt. Amynta Markos
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo

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