Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in Aftermath, do I smell bacon?

Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in Aftermath, do I smell bacon?

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in Aftermath, do I smell bacon?
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Well perhaps not exactly worth it, but what was done was done, if he moved with a purpose he would reach the big just about the time the orders came in to detain him.

Picking up his kit from where he had left it he headed for the turbo lift. Not in a rush, he didn’t want to creat any more problems for the Lieutenant, one Teller Bog was quite enough.

Bog

Ridding the Turbo lift to the detention level Bog had a few moments to consider his probably short future.

When the doors slid open he began looking for the person in charge.

Bog

The Brig office looked up from his station a little confused and caught if guard from catching up in the latest sports news from around the federation, “Can I help you sir? You look lost.” The security Petty office identified the man as a Tellarite and he was deffinetly not security, Mathew’s would have recognised him. That left engineering or operations. “Sir?” He said again when it seemed he wasn’t going to answer.

• NE Mathew’s

“In just a few moments I expect security to receive orders to detain one Teller Bog, Tellarite Ensin detailed to the Engineering department for gross insubordination.” Bog waited for the petty officer to make the connection.

Bog

Mathew’s eyed the Teller and let out a long exhausted sigh, “Well this is pretty unusual, normally we have to track you down and drag you away screaming but I suppose this is a lot easier. ” He lowered holding cell As forcefield down and pointed, indicating for him to enter. “I’ll inform the Executive officer and your department head. Meals are at 0800, 1230 and 1700. You don’t get a choice and any dietary requirements will be provided by the chief medical officer so don’t try and pull the wool over our eyes. Any questions?”

• NE Mathew’s

No sense making any trouble for this guy, he was just doing his job. “Nope” Bog grunted drooping his kit on the top of the console and entering the cell as directed. Looking over the cell and seeing it was standard issue, he chuckled. Give me ten minuets.

Setting him self on the bunk ad wedging his self into the corner he made himself comfortable.

Bog

Mathew’s raised the forcefield and took the engineers tool kit to the back room before returning to his station. Pressing his comm badge he spoke. =^= Commander Ryder and Lieutenant Hampton, sorry to bother you sirs but I have one Ensign Bog here who has just handed himself in and as per regulations it is required for me to inform yourselves of the detention. The Ensign has informed me that this was a result of a pending complaint.=^=

Ryder was in the CIC watching over the ships daily running when the call came over the communications channel, he was a little confused “What report?” he asked himself causing the closest science officer to turn, Ryder eyes made him return to his work. =^=I’m on my way, Ryder out=^=

The Trill office stood up and left command to the next ranking officer before heading to the brig. The journey didn’t take long and soon the confused XO found himself in the room. The Brig officer stood and pointed to the occupied cell before sitting back down and resuming whatever duty he was attending to.

“Ensign Bog, this is rather odd behaviour even for a Teller. Mind explaining why you have seemingly detained yoursel and what report you were referencing as I have had no such thing come across my desk.” Ryder stood unamused with his arms crossed.

• Commander Ryder, XO