=/\= Delta Team to Security! Need assista- =/\= and the comms went dead.

Ensign D’lot arched an eyebrow at the comms and then tried to reestablish contact. =/\= Delat, Security control. Repeat your last. =/\= Nothing. =/\= Delta team, please respond. =/\= Nothing again.

And then all hell broke loose, comm-wise.

Mardusk was in his office when his comms dinged and Big Mike’s voice sounded over the crash of something and yells and cursing in the background. =/\= Better get your big green butt down here and help before they wreck my bar! =/\= and then that call also died off. Marduck brought up the video surveillance of the bar… and then cursed. Loudly. Tapping his comm badge as he bolted for the door he yelled =/\= All patrols report to Mike’s Place on the double! =/\= and he ran out of the room towards the turbolift. As he entered it and it began to move, he tapped his badge again.=/\= Lieutenant Styxx! Get to Mike’s Place right now before I throw your whole detachment in the damn brig! =/\=

He stepped off the turbo lift and began running towards the door of Mike’s Place.

Mardusk, CoS