The First Hurdle

Posted on 22 Aug 2014 @ 4:38pm by Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos

861 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo - Intelligence Office, Deck 5
Timeline: MD08, 10:00

ON:

Amynta's eyes were narrowed with annoyance as she stared at her screen. What she had with her was the requests from her department. She did this now and then, keeping an eye on what people were researching and investigating. The usual stuff. Cardassian essays. Some research into the background of the miners. Someone had searched zombies. And that was strange enough.

But what made her stop was requests between Ensign Faye and the USS Chesapeake. And files upon files downloaded. Lieutenant Tyrek. She frowned with annoyance, tapping her combadge. "Ensign Faye, come to my office right away. We need to talk."

There was a slight delay in answer and the voice answering sounded sleepy. "I just left," the Betazoid replied, moaning under his breath as he stretched out. "I'll be there in five ma'am, give me a moment to wake up." He had been sound asleep when his boss paged him.

Seven minutes later, looking utterly tired, Tyrion walked into the office. "I was sleeping," he apologized, gesturing to his less than perfect appearance.

"I don't care," she said as she watched him, her eyes dark. Angry. She was angry and with it her voice had gone stone cold, almost bored sounding. "Now just what in the seven hells are you thinking researching a murder on my time? During your shift, when you know very well we are pouring our resources in the current mission. I did not authorize this."

Surely, given the time, including his personal time, he pored into it, she understood the importance of this investigation to him personally? Black eyes stared up at the woman, eyes filled with anger and agony. He sensed her anger, without even wanting or trying to. It was there, radiating around her. "I can multitask," he said defensively, "I have not slacked in what I am required to do. But this is important to me. I need to know who did this."

"Not on my time," Amynta snapped, watching him with cold anger. If she saw his agony, she didn't show it or care. "And not with my resources. If I catch you using this office and your shift on this case, I will block all your accesses and take your clearance away. Do you understand me?"

"I need to know....please... help me uncover this. I need to know who killed him!" Frantic, Tyrion stared up at her, cringing at her anger. Why was this so wrong, when he got his own work done well in time?

She watched him with some confusion before shaking her head. "Clearly, I must project this air that I care about your personal stuff. Maybe I smile too much, maybe it's the pink lipstick. I am not interested. We have a mission, a real, serious mission and you will focus on it. You will not be investigating your own things, not on my time and sure as hell not while we are working on this case," she shook her head, turning away from him, her anger under the surface. A cold anger at having her time, the ship's time, wasted.

"You can't keep me from doing this on my own time," the Betazoid argued in frustration. "What I do on my own time is none of your business."

"And when it is your own time, you can do it in your own quarters with your own resources. Not whilst working your shift and certainly not using my resources," she turned to meet his eyes, deadly serious. "In case you haven't noticed yet, we actually have stuff to do. Real things. Not a murder case that can wait until after this mission has finished. Are you going to argue back?"

"It can't wait! It just can't, it's been months and it's not been solved. I need to see this through. I need help to do this. Please..." Begging help from a woman, this was so unlike him. But his eyes were hard, his features a mask of sorrow as he stood there, looking up at his superior.

She watched him with surprise and then disgust. "No," she said, shaking her head. "Hell no. Out. Get out. You have your orders, you will not use these resources or your shift time to look into this. Dismissed."

Gritting his teeth, Tyrion took a deep breath, opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it. "This isn't over," he growled as he turned. "You can't keep me from doing this on my own time. I'm off duty, I can do what I want." Within reason, of course.

"Do whatever the hell you want, as long as it isn't in my office, on my time or with my equipment!" Amynta called out after him, moving to sit down at her desk. "Acting like bloody children..." she muttered to herself, annoyed.

"I use what I need," Tyrion shouted back, wishing he could slam the door shut behind him. Alas, it slid closed quietly, with a soft swoosh. Seething with anger, the intelligence officer stalked back to his quarters, and crawled back into bed.

OFF:

Lt. Amynta Markos
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo

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Ensign Tyrion Faye
Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo

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