Joint BACK Log - CO & CSEC & CINTL - aCapt Rhodes & Lt Lucas & LtCmdr Rinehart

Posted on 241408.03 @ 10:04pm by Acting Captain Mark Rhodes & Commander Tierney Rinehart & Lieutenant Alyssa Lucas

Mission: Suicidal Running Title
Timeline: Before Arrival on Bimi Station

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Acting Captain Mark Rhodes walked into the Brig and turned down the corridor and tapped the chime to the Chief of Security's Office. Mark thought enough time had passed to maybe talk to the UFP personal that was taken prisoner during the Battle of Catalpa Nebula. He heard a call from inside and the door opened.

The chime had done nothing more than give her time to look up from her work and towards the door. A can still in her hand having just taken a drink. "Captain" She said with nod as she stood up. Though she knew he would likely tell her not to, for her it was habit.

"Ah yes, Alyssa," said Mark. "I would like us to speak with the prisoners. They have all been in isolation since taken into custody correct?"

"They have, I have time now if that's what you are wanting to do." One hand reached down to tap a few things on her console before she started around the desk towards him.

"I would like to speak with them, yes," said Mark. "I would also like our Chief of Intel around if that is alright with you?"

There was a slight hesitation before she gave a nod of her head. "Sure, that's fine. Your the boss." Of course she knew it would also give her the chance to see the intel officer in action. Perhaps that would help her get more of an idea about the woman.

Mark tapped his comm "Commander Rinehart, report immediately to the brig," he said sternly. He cut the channel before she could answer. He gave wicked smile to Aly. "Have our guests been talkative at all?"

"No, they haven't. You ask a question and you get the standard response from them that most trained in what to do when captured will give." Aly said, a slight chuckle seeing the grin, there was nothing like getting called to the brig and not know why, especially by the Captain.

Her quarters had become an information hot bed, littered with supply ship routes frequented by freighters heading to and from federation space. Tierney stretched, reaching to pluck a pencil from her her hair, uncaring that it would have freed the bun it held in place when the chirp of her combadge and the order that came across forced her to freeze. Rhodes hadn't even given her a chance to respond, leaving her in the suddenly chilled silence of her abode.

Was this the cruel caveat she feared, and yet expected?

With a sigh, she lifted her dainty figure from her space on the floor and quickly hid the charts she'd been studying. Worry gnawed hopelessly at her belly, causing it to knot as she slipped her feet into her boots and made haste to the brig. A hot minute or so later, she rounded the corridor into security, shoulders back and head high. "Reporting, sir." She announced herself, standing a couple paces off and letting her eyes drift from the Chief to the Captain and back.

Aly gave a simply nod to the intel officer, though stayed quiet for now to let Mark deal with her.

"We get to talk to some UFP security men. Figured you would want to be apart of the fun," said Mark looking to Rinehart.

The breath she didn't realize she'd been holding was slowly exhaled and Tierney nodded appreciatively, "You assumed correctly, Captain." A small smile brushed over her features as she folded her hands neatly behind her back, the joke had been on her. "Have we established anything other than name and rank or are they playing coy?"

"That's all they are giving. Just the basics." Alyssa said with a motion for them to follow her to where the men were being kept at.

With a nod, the young intel officer followed, casting a fleeting glance towards Mark as she passed him and came to stand in front of the glowing force field containing the Federation security officers. "Quite the exhibit." She commented, nodding towards the men, watching them eye her grey intel uniform with what she could only perceive as interest and confusion. "You'll have to tell me when it's feeding time, I expect they become a bit more animated then. You should train them to perform otherwise all you'll have are two fat bumps on a bench."

Mark stepped up to the force field and did not say a word. He just stood there looking at the officer. The officer paid him no heed and sat there.

Petty Officer John Smith sat in the containment field. He had been stuck in this room for, best he could figure, nearly a week. The time between his meals was always changing to keep him off balance. Now after a week of a single person coming to give him his meals, now stood in front of his door a young looking captain, an black clad intel officer and a lieutenant. Smith was not impressed, and allowed that look to take over this face.

"Hello," said Mark tapping the control panel opening communications into the cell. "My name is Mark Rhodes-"

"Ah yes," spat Smith standing up. "Lt Cmdr, Chief Engineer, formally of Jupiter Station? Assuming you are the right Mark Rhodes," said Smith pacing in front of the forcefield. Smith was about the same height as Mark, towering over the two officers standing beside him.

Mark froze a second, how the hell did he know that, thought mark to himself. "Captain now, Commanding Officer, actually. Your information seems a little outdated," said Mark coolly.

"Ah well, being under lock and key tends to do that to you," said Smith.

"So, if I may ask, what is your name, since you already seem to know me-" started Mark.

"I know her too," he nodded to Rinehart. "And you would be a fool to trust her." Smith sat back down on his bunk with a wicked smile.

Alyssa stayed close to one side of the forcefield, out of the way, but yet close enough to make sure nothing bad could happen. Another officer was still standing opposite of her for back up. A brow raised as she heard the prisoner and glanced a moment over to Rinehart as questions rolled though her head.

"Yep." Tierney didn't miss a beat, "which is why he has an implant in my neck that will explode if I wander too far or it can't sense my vitals." It was a lie, but she punctuated her sentence with a shrug, "No one trusts Intel, especially not now." Another shrug as she stepped close to the force field, close enough that it crackled against the heat of her breath. "But my cage is so much bigger. Yours could be too..." She paused and smiled oh so pretty, "if you cooperate."

"In that case," said the caged beast standing. "Chief Petty Officer, John Smith, UFP Ident number 010101," said the black jump suited man crossing his arms.

"What is your real name, Mr. Smith?" said Mark frowning at the man in the cell.

"Chief Petty Officer, John Smith, UFP Ident number 010101," he repeated.

Tierney's eyes rolled and she shook her head, "You realize, mister Smith, that we're in a war. We don't have to feed you. There are worse things than death."

"Chief Petty Officer, John Smith, UFP Ident number 010101," he repeated.

"Mr. Smith. We are a few thousand miles away from any Federation border. I could starve you and all of your crew, or I could show you the nearest airlock. The choice is yours," said Mark looking to the officer.

"Chief Petty Officer, John Smith, UFP Ident number 010101."

"I suppose you are right, there is not reasoning with you. Any suggestions on how to break a man down to this core?" he asked looking to the two ladies over his shoulder.

Tierney blinked slowly, her arms folding over her chest as she watched the fool display his moxie behind the safety of the stasis net, and scoffed lightly. "You start by taking away what it means to be a man." Her eyebrow arched, "you take away everything he cares about and could potentially care about. There are worse things than death."

Mark turned and looked to Lt Lucas, "I want them all on bread and water. Also, turn the temperature of the cell to ninety-four degrees ferinheight. Do not turn the lights off, also bump the brightness up to 150% of normal. How does that sound to you Mr. Smith?"

"Chief Petty Officer, John Smi-" Mark hit the button on the intercom leaving the man to talk to himself.

"Do you think this will work?" he said turning to the ladies leaving his back to the cell.

Aly gave a nod to the other officer to do just as Mark had said. "If it doesn't, I'm sure we can come up with some other means to get him to talk."

"I don't want to be a criminal," said Mark looking at the ladies. "But I want some answers."

"We will make sure nothing criminal is done to them in order to get the answers, Sir." Aly said without a moments hesitation.

"Thank you Lieutenant," said Mark looking to her. He looked back to the man in the fish bowl who was clearly still going on about his faulty identity.

"All is fair in love and war, right?" The Intel officer asked without looking away from the captive. "Either way... We have them. Eventually they'll get lonely and talk and if they don't? Malone will handle them his way." She shrugged, finally looking at Mark, "His way almost makes me feel bad for the lowly schtaka."

"Indeed. Keep me appraised of the situation," he said turning away from the cell and back towards the door. "Give it enough time. I am sure they will want to talk."

"Yes, Captain." The redhead nodded, turning her attention back to the man in the holding cell, "I'll do just that."

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Acting Captain Mark Rhodes
Commanding Officer
USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-F

Lieutenant Commander Tierney Rinehart
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS ENTERPRISE NCC-1701-F

Lt Alyssa Lucas
CSec
USS Enterprise