Cadet Ropok, Lieutenant Johnson and Ensign Tina Nichols gathered
around the
security terminal and tried to make sense of the images of the bunker. I
strolled into the security office. "How's it going?"
"We can only figure the light is some kind of scanning device." Lt. Johnson
turned.
"What we figure is when you entered the bunker you alerted the captors to
your presence," Ensign Nichols brushed back her shoulder length chestnut
hair, readjusting her headband.
The Cadet remained silent, looking between the three of us. I could tell he
was deep in thought. I wondered what he might be considering. Sometime I
would like to have each of them--as fellow officers on the team--in a casual
setting either at lunch or on a holodeck simulation and pick their brains
with my thoughts to see them psychologically...as a fellow team member...one
on one. I like to know who my crewmates are, who I am trusting my life to
on the job. It was something brought up in a training course at the
academy.
"It's possible that the beam scanned images of the captured officers to
watch the results of their torture--psychologically. So when you entered
the bunker, your images were probably scanned as well and transmitted back
to the captors," the lieutenant noted.
"Ah," I leaned over the terminal, and stared at the images on the screen,
trying to make some sense of them. I wished Kody were here to advise and
teach me what I was missing instead of on the bridge--to help me figure out
what I was looking at.
"Let's start working on a device --a tracer beam--should we get a chance at
an away team, that we can shoot down through the transmitter in the bunker
and see where the origin of the beam leads us." I took a PADD a began
sketching a schematic of the piece of equipment with the assistance of the
other officers. Having been an engineer didn't hurt my career in security
in the least.
security terminal and tried to make sense of the images of the bunker. I
strolled into the security office. "How's it going?"
"We can only figure the light is some kind of scanning device." Lt. Johnson
turned.
"What we figure is when you entered the bunker you alerted the captors to
your presence," Ensign Nichols brushed back her shoulder length chestnut
hair, readjusting her headband.
The Cadet remained silent, looking between the three of us. I could tell he
was deep in thought. I wondered what he might be considering. Sometime I
would like to have each of them--as fellow officers on the team--in a casual
setting either at lunch or on a holodeck simulation and pick their brains
with my thoughts to see them psychologically...as a fellow team member...one
on one. I like to know who my crewmates are, who I am trusting my life to
on the job. It was something brought up in a training course at the
academy.
"It's possible that the beam scanned images of the captured officers to
watch the results of their torture--psychologically. So when you entered
the bunker, your images were probably scanned as well and transmitted back
to the captors," the lieutenant noted.
"Ah," I leaned over the terminal, and stared at the images on the screen,
trying to make some sense of them. I wished Kody were here to advise and
teach me what I was missing instead of on the bridge--to help me figure out
what I was looking at.
"Let's start working on a device --a tracer beam--should we get a chance at
an away team, that we can shoot down through the transmitter in the bunker
and see where the origin of the beam leads us." I took a PADD a began
sketching a schematic of the piece of equipment with the assistance of the
other officers. Having been an engineer didn't hurt my career in security
in the least.