Kreed looked at her in silence for several seconds, registering what his vision told him. Finally he nodded and then looked at Anders. “I accept the Captain in medical custody and will put a medical lock on her computer access. Our shift physician Dr. Sovak is not responding to comms and did not show up for his shift. I would like to request a security team check on him.” The large black eyes shifted to Asam. “Captain, this way please.” and gestured towards the back of sickbay. He let her stay at an arms length, but walked her back to a single biobed.

Thraz moved the instant the request was spoken, rising from the chair with a sharp scrape of boots on deck plating. His antennae snapped forward, then flared slightly outward alert, focused, and unmistakably keyed for action. “Understood,” he said, voice hard and immediate, the calm heat of a warrior who had just been given a clear task. There was no question, no hesitation.

He turned toward the door, already issuing orders into his comm as he moved.

=^= “Security detail, two teams. One to Sickbay perimeter, one to locate Dr. Sovak’s quarters. Move now.”=^= His gaze cut back briefly to Asam, and Kreed not to challenge, but to reassure . “I will account for the doctor,” he added, promise edged with steel. Then he was gone, long strides eating the corridor as the hunt began.

It was not long before he and two other security officers were standing at the Drs’ quarters. “Dr. Sovak’s” he called ringing the chime, his Antena were locked on the surroundings, shifting forward, searching.

Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras,
Executive Officer, USS Sentinel