Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Arrival - Marco Gunther - CO’s Office

Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Arrival - Marco Gunther - CO’s Office

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Arrival - Marco Gunther - CO’s Office
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“Comms was always a bit peculiar, with the way it was run. Perhaps it was just the alien nature of mixing linguistics with military, despite it having been done consistently in the ancient Terran Military branches.” Bov’ar shook her head, prior to raising a brow at his mention of the Rangers, “No wonder you managed to obtain the position of Lt. Colonel; the Rangers are no joke. Impressive, you managed to sustain a long amount of time with them.” Akarel remarked. This Captain sas certainly unlike others before her. She was stricter, hardly taking crap from anyone. She led a tight ship, making certain that everyone knew exactly what they aere supposed to do. Her orders were clear, precise and without room for much question. It depended, merely whether or not the officer chose to follow them, correctly. It was the command of someone who had spent her life under strict protocol. Yet, beyond that, she was a truly sweet person. People simply didn’t get to see that, because it was reserved for her son.. And her son, only. “Come on in,” She motioned for the Colonel to enter the room, once she opened the door.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“All in a day’s work Captain, but you’re correct. There was just something too odd for me to deal with in Communications. That and it felt like there was just too many .. politics to be dealt with.” He shook his head, reinforcing the fact that he was glad to have never dealt with it again in his career. “It’s rough at the start with the Ranger’s of course, all those stories are true.” He hinted at some of the stories that were heard of the harsh training and initial treatment that they would receive if they were finally accepted into the Rangers. They would almost ostracize you for a while as if you didn’t belong, weren’t worthy, of being a Ranger. “Though, once you stick to your guns and hunker down, it becomes a family like no other, even within the Corps.” A certain reverence was in his tone that couldn’t be argued against when he spoke about it as he held out his hand as they reached the door. “Please, ladies first.” It wasn’t as much of a challenge, more of an offer and a courtesy. It seemed rather old fashioned, but he didn’t appear to have any issues being a gentleman as well.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

“You are simply full of surprises, aren’t you?” Bov’ar chuckled softly, inclining her head as of giving a remark of gratitude to him, for being such a gentlemen. She held a certain respect, for those untainted by the corruption of technology and advancement, for those who still held decency, despite times that could easily ward against it. Stepping into her office, she found a creature sitting at her desk. His curly brown locks were untidy and hardly brushed, his clothes, luckily, from that day as he wore a broad grin that reached even his pale brown eyes, matching the woman that the Colonel had been speaking with.

“Ikra! What did I tell you about coming in here during work hours?” There was a gentle reprimand in her voice, as she cast a glance towards the Colonel, as if apologizing. “You know this deck isn’t the safest to be upon, especially right now- and by jolly, your hair! Have I taught you nothing, boy?”

Ikra squirmed under his mother’s gentle, almost playful hands as she brushed his hair from his face, with her fingers. “Ah! Ma! Stop!” Ikra wrinkled his nose, trying to push her hands. Receiving only, ‘what’s the magic word?’ “PLEEEEAASEEE!”

“Okay, good. Now, run along. I’m sure there are for more important things for you to attend to, than..” She glanced at her desk, “Drawing Vulcans, Andorians.. and.. Betazoids? On my PaDD.”

A small smirk grew on his face as it reminded him of the times when he would cause all sorts of mischief with his parents, though most of the time it was for bringing some random creature home. Some of which probably weren’t the safest and how he got them in the house is still unknown, even to him when thinking back.

“Okay, fine.” Ikra rolled his eyes, knowing it ticked his mom off, which showed in his smirk, once he had turned away from her. Glancing up at the Colonel, the young boy rose his eyebrows. “Hey! You look fancy. Who are you?”

Captn. and Sonny Bov’ar
CO and.. The nuisance

Gunther looked down at the young one and chuckled under his breath seeing the expression, but keeping quiet about it. “Why hello there.” He tugged his pant legs up just slightly as he crouched down in a squat to be somewhat on level with the boy. “Name’s Marco, I’m gonna be the new guy here workin’ with your mom.” He extended his hand to the child so that he could shake it, and to give a feeling of importance, though at the same time he didn’t quite catch the name, “It’s good to meet you, Mr …?”

“You’re gonna be working with my mom? Are you a bad guy? Or do you fight people? Like a Security Officer.. or like a Marine, Marco?” The boy asked, his pale brown gaze lighting up as he glanced back at his mom, who encouraged with with a gentle smile. Nodding, he shook the man’s hand, despite having one that was noticeably smaller than Marco’s. “I’m Bov’ar Ikra.”

He scrunched his eyebrows slightly and gave a solid nod of approval at the child’s handshake an introduction. “It’s good to meet you young sir. I’m gonna be helping the bad ones stay here where they belong. I’m surprised you know about the Marines! I used to be one too ya know!”

He peeked off to the side behind him at the Captain before coming back and whispering in a hushed voice, just barely loud enough so that the Captain could hear as well, “It’s okay, I used to draw on my parents stuff all the time too. A bunch of starships fighting Romulan’s and stuff. It was awesome.” Though he only did that once because he accidentally deleted his moms padd before drawing on it, with her being a scientist, that day did not end well for Gunther. He learned pretty quickly not to touch certain things.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

Seeing as his back was turned, he did not notice the roll of her eyes that he and the Prison Warden had received, facetiously, from the said Captain. Instead, he was focused upon the man in front of him, a grin etching itself across the canvas of his youthful, untainted features. “It sounds awesome,” He whispered back, thinking his mother couldn’t hear anything they were saying to each other. He liked this man, even if he hadn’t known him for the longest time.

Bov’ar Ikra
Child

He grinned as well. “I would try to draw the phasers and torpedoes and everything too. Green and orange all across the page!” He made it look like he had just come up with an awesome idea before he mentioned it. “Maybe we could draw together sometime, I’m sure we could make something beyond awesome! I have some padd’s of my own that we could use! You’d just have to promise one thing.” He looked behind the child again to ‘make sure’ she wasn’t listening as he continued to be ‘quiet’. “You just can’t laugh at my terrible drawings!”

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

Ikra turned his head to look over at his mother, who was apparently busying herself with a PaDD that had been on her desk, beyond the one that he had been scribbling on, only a few minutes prior. Smirking, he turned his attention back to the man, nodding eagerly. “Okay!” He whispered, at the same level. “Sounds good!.. I got to go, though, before Mom gets all weird,” He crinkled his nose, unsure of what else to call it. As Akarel never yelled, she generally just gave him looks of, ‘really’ or ‘are you sure that was smart?’ And if he ever misbehaved, he either got the look that a Captain gave to a disappointing Officer or the one a Marine gave to a Starfleet Officer, or anyone, standing stupid. Both did the trick. “I’ll see you later, Major!” He tried to salute.. but it didn’t exactly work out. Waving and calling out a ‘Bye, Mom!’ He quickly disappeared from the office, likely to go cause someone else havoc.

Ikra
Child

He politely returned the Salute for Ikra, dismissing his blunder on the rank, from his crouched position as he left. “Becareful out there!” He stood back up and headed over towards the desk himself as the doors slid closed after the child had left. “Cute kid, might have to brush up on my terrible drawings so I don’t embarrass myself, heh.”

Bov’ar seemed momentarily preoccupied, as she had been responding to a question from the Engineering Department regarding the warp engines and their current state. It seemed to take her a second to register what he had said, “Yes, apologies, I was attending to a question from my Engineers.” She smiled, “He is a wonderful child; truly bright. Although, I’m sure that he wouldn’t notice if your drawing was a stick figure or a masterpiece.”

He then actually looked around the office a bit seeing the things she had up, somewhat hoping to spot some SFMC memorabilia or something to that nature. “This ship is definitely unique so far, must run a bit interesting with two sets of personnel most of the time. How do they two interact with each other? I understand that most of the time prison personnel won’t wander outside of the area, but does Starfleet still maintain the area with escorts or would we be responsible for the area?” He was still trying to understand the concept of having a prison facility aboard a separate entity like a Federation ship. Usually a prison would be under the complete control of the administration, but a mobile prison like this one was a different story. “Might be a bit early to ask, but what’s the staff like?”

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

Her office had several different pieces of memorabilia, including several different holographic pictures of old squadrons and fellow officers, her old insignia (an old dog tag with it), and several other pieces, such as the badge and SFMC flag, which all rested in bookcase behind her desk. Otherwise, there were several hints towards her Bajoran heritage, regarding artifacts and even paintings.. or the earring she had convinced Starfleet Command to allow her to wear.

“Prison Personnel are welcome to be anywhere within the residential portions of the ship; mess hall, gym, holodeck, recreation room, Sickbay and quarters. As Prison Command are also allowed on Decks One through Three, or our Command Decks, which include the bridge, briefing rooms and my office. Everywhere else, they are required to have a Starfleet Officer present with them, at all times. The same goes for Officers entering the prison decks, excluding the XO and I, all Officers must be accompanied by a member of the Prison Guard, upon entering.” Bov’ar explained, “You and Major Vonn are the expections on the Prison’s front. This crew is a joint crew between the Prison and the Starfleet Officers, as well as our marine detachment. We do not restrict anything beyond what is specific to a group of people, such as the Engineering Deck, the Prison or Marine facilities. Otherwise, we are here to work together as a single crew, under the jurisdiction of the Federation.” She remarked.

“Your current personnel include: Major Kodek Vonn, the Head Guard; seven senior Guards: Jamison, He’li, Ardan, Ontaru, Yvon, Imeka and Jillian, twenty Guards, as well as a number of Security and Intelligence Officers at your disposal.” Akarel, slid a PaDD over to him, “This is a list of our current prisoners: Amara, Rylee: married, human, ex-Starfleet Security, on counts of murder, breaking the Prime Directive, unauthorized contact and insubordination. She is one of our mild detainees: aware, stable. We currently have her working with the Security Chief, to retrain her, in hopes of creating an active citizen of society, upon her release.”

A pause.

“Statin, Myvera. Unmarried, Orion, ex-Syndicate. Here on counts of: First degree murder, obstruction and tamperment of evidence, hacking into Federation systems, thievery, several misdemeanors and resistance. She is a high-class: psychotic, attentive to detail and unafraid to execute any and all measure to escape. As of current, we are attempting to relocate Statin after a security breach in the Prison. We have no contact with the impending abductor, as we have been able to deduce that she was taken as opposed to escaping, due to absence of escape attempts or hostility. Right now, we have no leads as Forensic Intel are working with your new Guards, as to recreate possible scenarios and discover plausible ways this could have happened.”

Bov’ar readjusted herself, “Do you have any questions so far, Colonel?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Gunther sighed as he picked up the padd at her last sentence. He took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. “First day on the job and I already have to deal with a missing prisoner. Ex-Syndicate at that. Starfleet sure doesn’t make things easy, do they?” He glanced and read through the padd and profiles of the prisoners, mainly Myvera Statin. Oddly he noted that the date that she arrived coincided with the day they originally offered him the position aboard the Swift. Usually he felt that coincidences can occur here at there, but this was quite suspicious. “Hmm … I can see why they requested the ‘promotion’ and position aboard the Swift.” He swiped back to the former Starfleet member and read a bit more. “Seems that their cells are fairly close by each other. Have we already asked Mrs. Amara what she saw and heard? Do we have surveillance on the abduction? Surely a ship filled with guards, Starfleet Officers, and Marines couldn’t have let this by without someone seeing anything ..?”

“Surveillance analysis came back with no information, beyond the fact that the cameras had been tampered with, completely blacking our between the hours of 0100 and 0130, far too precisely done to have keen done manually, thus we have a Forensic specialist in their way to discuss with the Head Guard, regarding what he thinks would be best for their proceedings. I have, personally, discussed with Mrs. Amara, but she could offer no more than the solidification of the fact that Miss Statin was removed, forcefully and unconsciously, from her cell.” Bov’ar sighed, “I though the same, Colonel. But, between you and I, I have a feeling this person didn’t just come aboard the ship. With what I’ve seen, it seems like this person had to have a pretty good idea of what was around them, and be familiar enough with schedules, as to avoid issues. So, they were probably an officer.. or someone playing an officer. But that is merely speculation.”

He took a moment to glances through the guards, most seemed relatively straight forward. Results of the background investigation, recent contacts, next of kin, psychiatric profile, health workup, etc. Though he noticed with one exception that several things were missing if not even noted on the head guard. “Curious .. not much of anything is listed for the head guard. Who is he? It doesn’t even list his age or species.” He let the pad rest against his shin as he looked back up at the Captain.

Col. Gunther (Oncoming Warden)

“As I’ve said, Major Kodek Vonn; nothing more can be offered from my tongue. That is for you to figure out.. but, I can say this: he is rather unique. I do not doubt you two will have a.. fascinating relationship.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

OOC: Correct me if I’m wrong, that was what Marco had remarked that Akarel said, right?

Trinity

OOC: You’re correct!

IC: “Hmm.. I suppose I’ll go meet him after this. ” He thought through a few scenarios on covert ship boarding, or internal recon, engineering tampering, etc. “It’s too precise. They knew exactly what they were after and knew exactly how to do it. There had to have been some sort of inside influence. Would you be opposed if I suspended any guard shift rotations in the near future if I deem it to be necessary? I intended to speak with the Head Guard first to get his thoughts on it since he’s the one that was here when it occurred.” He set down the padd on her desk sliding towards the center a bit so that it didn’t get bumped off to fall. “Something doesn’t feel right about it. It’s suspiciously professional, but then again she was Ex-Syndicate. Mind if I ask about your thoughts on the situation?” He looked up at her, genuinely curious hoping to take some of her ideas and run with them as well.

Col. Gunther
Warden

OOC: Figured I’d change it from Oncoming Warden to Warden since I’m here now

-Mike