Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) in Side Sim: A Discussion Attn. Amara

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: A Discussion Attn. Amara

Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) in Side Sim: A Discussion Attn. Amara
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Bov’ar knew that Amara was someone who happened to be ex-Starfleet. Thus, part of her wondered whether or not there could be something that she would know regarding the recent escape, that neither her nor Vonn could figure out. After the events of their discovery of the shuttle, and the possibility of Statin being taken, Bov’ar thought it might be wise to attempt to discuss with someone who might have some inclination as to how this had happened. Notifying Vonn that she was going to have a.. chat, with the Prisoner, she made her way to the cell. Nodding to the guard, she stepped through the forcefield, listening as it was immediately raised, once more.

“Amara,” Akarel greeted, her tone hardly conveying the same kindness that it had, prior. Now, it was dry, masking the uneasiness that plagued her mind.

CO

Amara looked up from the PADD she was reading to look to the Captain her mouth turning down in a slight frown as she noticed the harder tone to the woman in command, “Captain?” Amara asked moving to get to her feet to greet the Captain curious as to what was wrong.

Amara, Prisoner

“You are aware of your fellow inmate, Myvera Statin, yes?” She inquired, taking no time to get to the point of why she had requested to speak with one of their longer-stationed prisoners. Silently, she took a step forward, her hands gripping each other behind the barricade of her back, hiding the white knuckles from the opposing woman. They were not from any emotion directed at Amara, simply displeasure in the situation.

Bov’ar
CO

Rylee looked to the captain. “I am aware of her, unfortunately, behind this force field, there is very little I can do Captain,” Amara said gently keeping her tone neutral.

Rylee Amara, civ

“I don’t expect you to be able to, Amara.” The Captain suppressed a sigh, shaking her head. “I simply need to know if you heard anything, around 0100 hours, last night? Did you see anything that was, perhaps, slightly out of the ordinary?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Amara looked to the Captain as if to figure her out. “I’m not exactly a heavy sleeper, I woke to Statin’s voice. However, when I woke to see a guard outside her cell I started to go back to sleep until I heard Statin hit the ground. The guard went in and carried her out of it,” Rylee told Captain Bov’ar.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

The Captain was still young, but her eyes looked worn and old, much like the bags that hung beneath them. However, she seemed hardly bother by this. “Do you know whether or not Statin was dead?” Bov’ar inquired, wondering just what happened. “And the Guard, did you see him or her? Hear them?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“She’s not dead, You don’t carry a dead body out of a cell unless it’s alive. The guard didn’t speak, and he or she was facing Statin’s cell so I could not see their face. I am sorry Captain I wish I could tell you more, however, If I saw him or her again I would recognize them,” She said honestly.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

Bov’ar ran a hand through her hair, before giving a short, bland nod. “Thank you, Missus Amara.” She paused, “I do apologize for intruding so rudely. I have heard back from the Security Chief. Once I have cleared it with Guard Vonn and Colonel Gunther, you will be allowed to work a maximum shift of four hours, each day, insecurity.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Rylee gave a nod of her head in understanding, “And then back into my cell?” she asked to be sure that she had that correct or not.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner.

“It is the best I can do, yes.” The woman nodded, simply. Clasping her hands behind her back, she rolled her shoulders. “Do you have any questions?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“I understand, I am after all a prisoner still,” Rylee said honestly and gave a shake of her head, “None, I hope you catch the person who attacked Statin,”

Rylee Amara, Prisoner.

“Precisely,” Bov’ar offered a faint, almost forced smile. Shifting her weight to another foot, she nodded. “As do I. Prisoners don’t often escape from this ship, so we all want to know why and how.”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“I wouldn’t exactly say she escaped, as opposed to being taken from you.” Rylee pointed out to the Captain.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

“Yes.. Taken.” Bov’ar shook her head, in effort to regain some of her lost energy. “Thank you, for the observation, Amara.” She wasn’t being snippy or sarcastic, instead, she only offering a light nod. “Do you have anything else you wish to discuss?”

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

“No offence Captain, but you look ready to drop, anything else that I was thinking of discussing can wait until you’ve found Statin and can relax a bit to not look so haggard in your apperance.” Amara said honestly.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

Bov’ar had to hold herself from a faint laugh. The Prisoner wasn’t wrong, as she had been dealing with more than just Statin’s disappearance, kidnapping.. whatever Amara had called it. Wishing to uphold formality, she only gave a look to Amara, concerning her remark. “The CoS will be about to discuss terms and conditions with you, shortly.” She paused, “Good day, Amara.” With that, she inclined her head and left.

Bov’ar
CO

OOC: There are multiple options for what you can do, now: You can start a thread for talking to the CoS, which will be an NE, for right now. You can join in as the CoS, like we discussed, for the main Sim. Or, you can play one of the people that has taken Statin, and an inside-look thread, can be started. The choice is yours!

Trinity

OOC: sent you a gmail

IC: Rylee gave a nod to the Captain, “Thank you captain I will help in anyway that I can.” She told the ships captain honestly.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

“Thank you, Missus Amara.” The Captain incomes her head, waving her hand to the Guard, as to allow her out of the room. Once she had stepped from behind the forcefield, she disappeared around the corner, her slight, characteristic limp, hardly slowing her down.

Captn. Bov’ar
CO