Stardate: 60515:2212
Title: Time for Brewing
Author: Ensign Laurence Adams
Time: During/after "Treat them Mean"
Scene: USS Relentless - Various


Ensign Adams waits impatiently outside the training facilities on Deck 13. He wasn't sure about armed patrols of the ship, but orders were orders. His right hand rests nonchalantly next to his holstered phaser, his posture hiding his alertness while he waits for the two crewmen assigned to him. The pair comes walking around the corner, and the young Ensign turns to face them. 

"Crewmen Yates, and Crewman Tolevi, correct?" He asks, the men nodding in return. "We've been assigned to Decks 13 through 15. My tricorder is set to sound a beep, if any explosive compounds are detected, just in case anyone has been tampering with internal sensors. Keep an ear out for the noise. Otherwise, we're mostly just trying to be seen. Much as I hate to say it, we don't want anyone getting comfortable enough to be complacent when it comes to the security of this ship, and it's crew. Any questions? Alright, let's go."

The three men spend the next four hours patrolling those three decks. It was a boring shift. These lower decks didn't have too many people stationed on them, though they would see the occasional engineer down from Deck 11 to check something. Still, if anyone was going to conspire, they could probably count on not seeing anyone down here. 

=/\= Later, Mess Hall =/\=

Ensign Adams sits alone at a table, looking over a PADD, and eating slowly. Someone sits across from him, and Laurence glances up. It's one of the other Security Ensigns. Erickson. "Ensign Adams," the other man says politely. 

"Erickson, right? Laurence will be fine. No reason to be formal all the time."

"I think the Lieutenant might disagree," Ensign Erickson says with a grin.

"Name's Rory. I remember seeing you at the Academy."

"You looked familiar. I probably should have spent a bit more time meeting people while I was there. It was weird; I was a bit older than a fair number of the other cadets. Still not sure about this ship, though."

"Why's that? Captain Khavok's record is amazing. I mean, the fact that he's a Captain at such a young age. Plus, during the last war..."

"I picked the ship for its mission, not it's staff. Though I wish I'd looked at the staff closer. Khavok seems to be a fine captain, but he's a little strange, not like most Captains I've met. And don't get me started on McFrey. Have you looked over this schedule?"

"A bit. The Lieutenant said he spent a lot of time on it. I still think it's strange that we don't have anyone stationed in here."

"There are enough security personnel that odds are someone will be in here most of the time. The Lieutenant might be right about that one. Still, I've been going over the schedule and routes. There are some areas in McFrey's original route that kept very remote areas of Deck 15 unseen for over half an hour." Suddenly, Laurence smiles, "Caught a couple of crewmen...getting a little...involved down there actually."

"You're not serious?!"

"Dead serious. Deck 15, corridor 9. They were in a small access room next to the Strut mechanisms. Craziest thing. Anyway, I made some modifications to the routes, after that. That was harmless enough, but if the Captain is right, that situation could have been much worse."

"You don't believe that a conspiracy exists, do you?"

"It doesn't matter what I believe. Not unless the Captain asks me, anyway. If you'll excuse me, I want to run these optimizations past the Lieutenant. See if he'll at least look them over this time."

"Of course. Nice talking to you, Laurence."

"You too, Rory."

=/\= Lt McFrey's Office =/\=

"Enter," Lt McFrey says from behind the console on his desk. "Ensign, what can I do for you?"

"Lieutenant. I brought a revised schedule, incorporating some changes I made. I think it might be little more efficient use of our resources."

"I'm sure you do. Put it over there," he says waving absently at a stack of PADDs on the corner of his desk. "Did you need anything else?"

"Not at this time, sir."

"Then you're dismissed." The Lieutenant says shortly. He goes back to his reports, before sighing and grabbing the PADD that Ensign Adams had left. He looks it over completely before setting it back down. "That young man has quite the eye for organization, it seems," he says quietly, tapping his fingers on his desk.


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Ensign Laurence Adams
Security/Special Operations
USS Relentless
NCC-11966
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