Security Hunt

Posted on Thu Feb 7, 2019 @ 8:20pm by Lieutenant Commander Arrda & Commodore Michael Aravan

Mission: On Slippery Ground
Location: Various
Timeline: MD 1 || 1250 Hours

Mark nodded and left the bridge. He wanted to bang his head on a bulkhead until he fell unconscious, but that wouldn't help anything. Sighing, he asked, "Computer, locate Mr. Devereaux's comm badge." He's right. I should have done that before I reported. Dumbass! he chastised himself mentally.

"Lieutenant Devereaux's combadge is currently in the officer's mess," the computer intoned.

"Damn..." Mark muttered. It was good in that it meant that the badge was not on the Chameloid, but it was bad in that it meant that it had been and therefore could not be used to track Mr. Devereaux. He frowned, thinking about how best to conduct this search. "Computer, are the internal sensors functioning at optimal levels?" he asked, getting an idea and hoping he could execute it.

"Affirmative," came the response.

"Access Mr. Devereaux's medical file and scan for his bio-signs." he instructed as he made his way back to his team. What he was hoping for, at the least, was a generalized location, narrowing the search from every part of the ship to a small area. If they had to search every part of Triumphant, he might be dead before they finished. Mark really didn't want that on his conscience.

"Unable to comply," the computer responded since Zander wasn't Security and the Chief hadn't put the entire ship in. That and Thompson didn't have high enough clearance for such a request.

"Damn..." Mark was not happy. He now had to tell all the Security people to look for Mr. Devereaux... again. Yeah, this wasn't weird at all. He put forth another notice to find Mr. Devereaux. This time, though, it was accompanied by the statement, "May be injured or unconscious." He put a higher priority on this message as well since he had no idea what condition the man might be in. Did the Chameloid even need the original alive when they took their place?

He regrouped with his team, they split up. Mark and the Bajoran headed for Devereaux's quarters while the other two headed for his normal workstation. Since they did not know where he had been intercepted, these made the two most logical beginning places. After that, they would figure out his routine and check those normal places he frequented. Other security officers would, in the meantime, look through the rest of the ship.

An hour later, they had came up empty handed, but a female crewman had reported seeing Zander that morning complaining about having to work in crowded Jeffries Tubes.

"Why is it always Jeffries Tubes...?" Mark muttered under his breath. He then sent Security teams equipped with tricorders into the Jeffries Tubes, scanning for the man. Even he and his team joined the search, having not found the man in any of his normal haunts. They started with the most cramped ones since the woman had said that he had used the term 'crowded'.

Another hour went by before one of the Security officers reported an unconscious and bleeding Devereaux stuffed in one of the junctions in a Jeffries Tube.

=/\= Bind that bleeding. I will get Medical down there ASAP. =/\= Mark told the other Security officer over the comm. There was no sense in making them wait for him to get to them; Devereaux might bleed to death before they got him help if he did that. No, it was better this way. Once he received confirmation, he double-tapped his comm. badge to close that channel and open one to Medical. =/\= Thompson to Medical. I need a team sent to =/\= he gave them the location of the other security team =/\= quickly. We have an injured crew man. =/\=

=^=Medical is on the way=^= came the report. Soon after, they reported that they had him stabilized and was transporting him to Medical.

Mark acknowledged the report and took a moment to sag against the nearest bulkhead in some relief. He heard the Bajoran whisper "Thank the Prophets!" under his breath and had to agree. After that moment of relief, he straightened himself and told his team to return to their patrol pattern. He then returned to the bridge to report.