Plod Patrol: Part 2

Posted on 07 Jun 2014 @ 7:08pm by Commander Luke Wyatt & Lieutenant Theron Rhodes & Petty Officer 1st Class Gabriel Stark & Petty Officer 1st Class Camibree Christoph & Petty Officer 1st Class Taryn Galepsie & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Amon Mormont

3,405 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 06 - Legend of Souls
Location: USS Galileo Deck 5, Holodeck 1 - Bajor.
Timeline: MD -4 1610 hrs

Previously, in 'Plod Patrol: Part 1'...

Looking around the security personnel, Luke nodded, "I'll split us into two teams of three; Mormont, Christoph and Stark team one, and me, Rhodes and Taryn will take the large group at the west courtyard. The scenario will begin when you get within ten meters of the crowd."

Lt. Rhodes looked about the group, meeting their eyes and trying to get a sense of where they were mentally. After just a second, "Okay people, this way." and walked off to the west.

Mormont let out a breath and followed his own team, taking a deeper breath. He would like to see where this ended. Or began.

And Now, the Conclusion...


Team 1

Waiting back with Team 1 for a few moments, Wyatt turned to Mormont, Christoph and Stark "Your serial starts..." Looking over his shoulder he could see Bajorans advancing on the Klingon Line. "Now," he waited for the three to get to work before moving off to join his own team on the west side.

Mormont let out a soft breath as he looked around, his eyes dark. He had felt himself tense...it was the atmosphere. He forced the muscles in his neck and shoulders to relax and shifted.

Gabriel Stark took a slight breath before moving forward. For now, his weapons were holstered, he wasn't going to go in all guns blazing, so to speak. "Okay...okay, let's keep nice and calm," he called out as he moved through the people, not hesitating in putting himself between the Klingon and Bajoran group. He held is hands out, but the palms were downturned and he motioned in a conciliatory manner rather than aggressive. "These gentlemen are just here to try and help," he said loudly to the Bajoran crowd as he faced them, enough for the Klingons to hear too, hoping it would remind them that there were to help, not to spark fights, but he doubted it would. "We know you've been through a lot, and we're here to help too."

The Klingon watched this human interruption. He bared his teeth slightly and said, "Human?! What are you doing here? Do not interfere!"

"Just lending a hand, is all," Gabriel shook his head but remained where he was. First sign of weakness to a Klingon was usually a bad one. "The situation down here is pretty wide spread.

A Bajoran woman with dark hair and tired eyes reached out, tugging sharply on Gabriel's sleeve to get his attention. "Situation? Is that what you're calling it? Do you have any idea what we've been through down here while you lot have all been protected behind metal and shields? And then we're sent these Klingons? My daughter is too scared to event talk to men of our own kind, and you send down screaming, aggressive Klingons!"

Gabriel swallowed hard at the mention of her daughter, frowning as he took a slight breath. It was heart breaking. "I promise you, nothing is going to happen to you, or your daughter," he held her eyes, speaking with a gentler tone of voice. "We're just trying to secure the area, to make it safer for all of you."

The Klingon took a step toward the Human from Starfleet and Bajoran woman, "Enough talk! These miners need to disperse. Do not get in my way." That last statement was directed to the Human and turned his back to him, facing the large crowd of Bajoran miners.

Gabriel shook his head gently, watching them with a frown, the woman's comments about just how traumatised they all were already still ringing in his head. "Why don't we try and keep things nice and easy, and I'm sure that's what they'll do," he said quietly to the Klingon, keeping his voice low to not broadcast it to the Bajorans, but his eyes were firm as they held the Klingon's without a problem.

"We don't want anymore offworlders here!" a young Bajoran woman shouted, moving through to the front of the crowd. "It's the last thing we need!"

The Klingon seemed to listen to the Starfleet, until the Bajoran woman said something. Anger came across his face and he turned back to her. The Klingon said loudly, "Shut your mouth woman! ..before I give you what you really need!"

"Hey," Gabriel said sharply, a chill going down his spine at the words, making him frown as he let out a shaky breath. "No one is laying a hand on anyone. Not on my watch."

"You heard him!" a Bajoran man moved to get his arm around the woman he was with. "He's threatening to attack our women....they're just as bad as the animals we just got rid of!"

A younger Bajoran woman amongst the first group shook her head, rubbing tears off her face with an awkward palm of the hand, her breathing shaking as she started to panic, pale and caught in fear between what was going on now and some past trauma. Gabriel might not have heard her as just one shaking voice amongst a crowd of growing voices, but she caught hold of Gabriel's sleeve. "Please...no more...don't let him..."

Gabriel swallowed hard, looking between her and the Klingon, feeling sick with the direction this was taking, with the pain and fear of the woman and others who had already been through so many different types of trauma and assaults. He caught hold of the woman's hand, holding it firmly. "It's alright," he said softly, trying to stay calm despite her obvious pain and distress from past assaults. "Nothing's going to happen to you. Nothing."

The Klingon just crossed his arm across his massive chest. "You may want to pander to these people, but I do not have that luxury. My instructions are to disperse this crowd and not let them become violent."

Gabriel's frown deepened and his jaw tensed with the feeling of nausea. He was losing his grip on this being just a holodeck programme. The intensity of what was going on, the show of fear and trauma from abuse, it was all too real. "You're here to make this situation better....right now, this approach is doing nothing but make it worse, so back off!" Gabriel shook his head hard, catching his breath as he watched the Klingons, his eyes even darker than usual before turning to watch the Bajorans. He watched the tear stained girl, his breath catching. "Come on," he said quietly, his arm around her as she pulled in close to him. "Someone get her home," he said quietly to the group of Bajorans nearest them, trying to hand her over to them.

Amon watched Gabriel with sympathy for a moment. He could see how he was doing...and not very well. He moved to his side, touching his back. "Deep breath...claim control," he said quietly to the young man before looking around, at everyone. "Everyone, quiet down! Nothing is being achieved by shouting, so everyone take a step back. Now." He looked over at Gabriel, his eyes gentle. He had gotten too emotionally involved. Too shaken and both the Klingons and Bajorans were going to take advantage of it. And they were.

Gabriel let out a shaking breath, frowning as he swallowed hard, but felt a touch of relief at Amon being there. It helped him stay to the here and now, but honestly? He was on the edge. He was on the edge of losing the here and now to old memories and bad times. It wasn't the aggression of Klingons that bothered him. It was the trauma and fear on the faces of some of the Bajorans, it was too real. And it was pushing him close to waking flashback. He made sure the young Bajoran man took hold of the girl he'd been holding before taking his step back, but it was bothering him. It was bothering him that already traumatised victims were being bullied down by the aggression of the Klingons. If one of them followed through their threat and laid a hand on one of the girls, he was going to lose it. He could tell by the way his hands tingled and the world seemed slightly...removed.

Amon looked over at Gabriel, studying him briefly before taking a deeper breath, one to calm himself. He could see something was wrong. But in the scenario he couldn't do anything for him. Instead, he turned to face the Bajorans. "Take the younger ones home, this is not something a child should be involved in," he told then before looking at the Klingons. "I understand you have orders, but take a step back and allow them some space. You are making the situation worse by looking ready for a fight. We are here to help and we do not want anything to escalate. I can't hear all of you at once, so if one representative of each comes over here and tell me what the issues are, I am sure we can resolve this quickly and peacefully."

A fair haired Bajoran moved forward out of the group, all too eager to be heard. His tanned skin held a scar down the side of his face and his green eyes watched Amon with clear mistrust. "We have already been through more than you can imagine," he said firmly, carefully lifting his voice enough for the others in his group to hear so they could raise their voices behind him in a shout of agreement. "We finally have our land back, and now they come to sink their claws in. We won't take anymore! We don't need them, we don't want them!"

Amon held his eyes as he listened, watching the Bajoran. "I understand that," he said, his voice gentle but also firm. "However, I know there has been a lot of issues here with disagreements over land. Who owned what before the occupation and so on. We will arrange an official meeting where you can air your concerns about the Klingons being here and we will all do our best to make this as easy as possible for everyone. But...we can't do that if everyone's hoarded here like a mob. No wonder the Klingons are ready with weapons, you guys are quite intimidating too," he said with a disarming smile.

The spokesman for the Bajorans considered that, pursing his lips as he watched Amon, arms folded. "If they disperse, we might feel...reassured enough to make some distance too." It was clear he felt he was making an 'offer'.

Gabriel watched on, tense as he let out a long breath. He looked out over the crowd of Bajorans, seeing some agreeing, some others not happy with the idea, wanting to show their metal and take out some of their pent up frustration on them. He moved to a young man struggling with it all, seeing him wound tight with fear and holding back behind others. "Easy," he said softly, reaching to rub his arm with a frown.

Amon looked over at Gabriel before back at the Bajoran. He looked at him before giving a small nod. He looked at the Klingon in charge, watching him. "Tell them to disperse. It'll ease this situation until we can arrange an organised group meeting where everyone can air their concerns...both Bajoran and Klingon."

One of the more heavily adorned Klingons stepped forward, lifting his chin as he looked at Amon, taking him in, judging him, was he worthy of respect? He gaze then turned onto the crowd of Bajorans. As a man of position, he was a little more accustomed to compromise for the sake of the bigger picture than, perhaps, some of his comrades. "12 hours. We can....make some space between our two parties for 12 hours."

"Why would you give them anything?" one of the younger Klingons gripped his leader's arm, but in kinship not aggression. "They have done nothing but defy us!"

"Who says anyone should have to bend knee to you!" a furious Bajoran called back, backed up by some shouts. "How dare you assume we have to do as you say! Who do you think you are? Cardassians!"

Gabriel moved to the obviously frustrated and angry Bajoran, exhausted from month upon month of grief and struggle. "Easy," Gabriel said to him, and without warning, he was speaking in Bajoran to him. "Let them rant and waste their energy away, you need yours. You all do."

"They're frightening our families, they are trying to gain control and we have had enough. We won't take it anymore, we can't," the man replied back, speaking Bajoran back to Gabriel, his words quick with the use of his mother tongue.

"I know, I know," Gabriel continued to talk to him in Bajoran, frowning with pain for him. "And we won't let them, trust us, we just want to keep the peace..."

"Look at them, conspiring..." a Klingon pushed forward, having had enough of the niceties. He grabbed hold of a young Bajoran woman who had been shouting at the Klingons with the others, clearly holding her own anger and pain for all that had already happened. "We should teach them respect..."

Gabriel, having already been shaky and close to the edge between reality and his own past experiences, saw red. He couldn't hold the wave of panic and anger back, breathing hard with the feeling of nausea that hit with it, half on his way to flashback already. He moved forward, grabbing hold of the Klingon to shove him physically away from her, thumping him hard to force him away. "Get your hands off of her!"

Amon moved forward grabbing Gabriel and pulling him back. "Easy," he breathed against his ear before letting go, moving forward. "You let her go. This is now getting out of hand. Everyone take a breath and step back. And you," he looked at the Klingon, his eyes dark. "There's no reason to grab anyone. So far, we have all been peaceful. We had a dialogue and you...have just upset that balance."

The Klingon who had stepped up as the spokesman shouted at the younger Klingon in their own language, and the youth fell back into the rest of the group, although clearly not pleased.

"12 hours apart!" the Klingon leader called firmly across to everyone, nodding to Amon, clearly having been impressed by his control and air. "12 hours apart, and then we meet and make agreements."

The Bajoran spokesman was silent for a moment, clearly judging if they could trust if before nodding. "Okay. 12 hours to cool down and regroup," he nodded, motioning to the group behind him. There was clearly some discontent, but some of them started to filter away.

Amon nodded, watching them for a long moment. Once they had started to go he moved to Gabriel, reaching to touch his cheek. "Hey...hey, Gabriel...look at me, boy."

Gabriel frowned, catching his breath as he watched the ground, licking his lips as he tried to calm down. "All seems too bloody real," he whispered.

Amon nodded as he touched his hair, stroking it back. "I know, lad. I know," he said before pulling him away from the scene, making him sit.

---

Team 2

Rhodes stopped about 15 meters from the crowd. He glanced to either side for his team.

Luke was more than happy to play out the serial with the others, he himself was a bit rusty when it came to calming a situation instead of shooting everything "right a group of Klingons and some angry bajorans... How hard can it be?" He asked nervously.

As Luke approached the shouting he looked to see if the others were with him before he confronted the lead Klingon "excuse me, what seems to the the upset here?" Things seemed to be getting very tense.

The tall Klingon turned abruptly toward the voice behind him and replied aggressively and loudly, "Human?! What are you doing here? Get away! Don't interfere!"

Luke put his hands up showing he was no threat, but gave the Klingon a firm look, "I am Chief Petty Officer Wyatt. We're here on behalf of the federation and the Bajoran people. Is there something we can help with here?" He asked cautiously.

The Klingon turned back to the intruder. With a scrunched up, angry face the Klingon replied, "Yes, stay out of my way . . so you don't get squished by accident." He begins to smile and chuckle turning to his other Klingon, and they all begin to laugh.

Lt. Rhodes took a step closer to Wyatt, with his back to the Klingon, and spoke softly, "Remember, this guy is Klingon. You may have to treat him like a Klingon to gain his respect."

Luke straightened himself up and closed the gap between himself and lead Klingon "You would laugh at me?" He questioned, "Would you laugh when it is us who stop the dominion, or us that stop the Bajorans from rolling over you, because I'm sure even you can see you're are outnumbered on this planet, it would be foolish and dishonourable to start a fight with your allies"

The Klingon turned back to face this tall green eyed human. With his chin high, he looked down and side to side slightly, trying to be impressive to the human. Actually, Kroz knew that the human was right, but did not, could not show fear to the masses. Lowering his chin slightly he spoke quietly, "You speak well Starfleet. I have no problem with you, nor your people, but do not get in my way."

Luke could feel himself become more comfortable but he still felt that suspecting nagging feeling in the back of his head. He was about to say something when things once again turned sour.

A dark haired Bajoran watched them with dark eyes before pushing forward amongst his group, shaking his head with anger. "Look at you, Starfleet! You're in bed with them! Just like you were happy to court the Cardassians until it didn't suit you anymore! We've just got our home back, and they have no right being here!"

Luke rolled his eyes "They have every right to be here as any one of us do, if we could all just come down before we escalate things that would be in everyone's best interest!" He said firmly turning to his colleagues for help.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" the man shouted, more to point out the disrespect to others who might have missed it. "Are we keeping you from something more important? Just go then....go on, go!" some of the others joined in the chanting for them to go, while other Bajorans just stood amongst the others, clearly shell shocked and tired of it all.

The Klingon stepped toward the Bajoran, extended his massive hand and pointed his finger at him, "You need to step back. I stand on my own here to keep the lot of you from causing a problem." He glanced at Luke then back at the Bajoran, "You need to comply."

"And you need to go back to where you came from," he said harshly, narrowing his eyes as he watched him. "We don't want you here."

Before any of the team had a chance to reply, the simulation shut down, leaving just the two groups of starfleet officer. "Well, I guess that could have gone better." Luke said turning around and smiled "This was just an idea of how to deal with situations where we're neither wanted nor liked. Some of us done better than others, but this wasn't a pass or fail. However, I'll look back at the data and give everyone including myself a place to think about. Anything to add Rhodes?" He asked turning to their chief.

"You have been quite through Chief." Rhodes replied, "I'm sure that we all have had something to gain from these simulations."


OFF:

LT. Theron Rhodes
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

SCPO Luke Wyatt
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo

Master Warrant Officer Amon Mormont
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo
(PNPC Markos)

PO1 Gabriel Stark
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo
(PNPC Blake)

PO1 Camibree Christoph
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo
(PNPC Rhodes)

PO1 Taryn Galepsie
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo
(PNPC Barel)

 

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