Packing Up and Moving Out

Posted on 06 Nov 2014 @ 5:40pm by Chief Warrant Officer 2 Tharia sh'Kari & Lieutenant Benice Gyce Ph.D.
Edited on on 18 Nov 2014 @ 3:08pm

1,275 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: Starbase 84 - Gyce's Temp Quarters
Timeline: MD 08 - 10.00 hours

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Given her right wrist was still sore from a klutzy ensign that nearly squashed her, Gyce felt it only logically to ask the Galileo for help in carrying her things to the ship.

There was not a whole lot. Gyce carried her duffle bag over her right shoulder with ease. It was the two crates of PADDs and evidence samples she needed help with, since the Trill had almost shattered her right wrist, almost a month prior.

There was on last one-over Gyce gave the quarters before she straightened her hair and pulled down her tactical vest. Having a good appearance meant everything, in her line of work.

When the chime sounded, Gyce walked over to it, limp and all with her cane. As the door swished open, a huge welcoming smile formed on Gyce's face.

"Hello Chief," Gyce greeted the Andorian.

While the Bajoran had no idea who the person was, the rate in which her eyes danced over the Andorian meant she was a solid observer and detective.

Tharia wasn't really happy with her latest assignment. She wasn't a bellboy. "Lieutenant Benice?" she asked.

"You can just call me Gyce," the Bajoran insisted and limped out of the way on her cane so the MAA could come in. "My wrist it still tender from an bit of a run-in, otherwise I'd carry these crates myself... Customs is still inspecting my crate of 2345 Spring Wine. But once they clear it, I can give you a bottle for your troubles."

As someone that did not like being waited on, Gyce sympathized with those assigned to help her integrate into the new crew. While not usually needy, this occasion drew her a bit bonkers too.

Tharia held her head a bit crooked before she entered the doorway. She was limping. Did that mean that this woman actually needed help because of a physical imperfection, and not a lazy streak.

"Crates? As in plural?" she said flushed. How was she suppose to carry all those crates. "Is there a specific reason they can't be beamed to your new quarters?"

"Cold case files," Gyce pointed to the smaller crate. Lighter weight too, as it was maybe twice the size of a standard shoe bow. "I can probably carry that one if I pace myself. It is the evidence crate that needs inspecting before it's officially released back to my care. And since Operations has a tendency to not be all that careful, it made since to request a security department member to inspect that crate. To keep the evidence in the crate from being compromised."

She looked up at the officer before she understood what she was saying. "Oh, you mean I need to inspect them?" she asked. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that was the intention of your call. I guess that part got lost."

"You were not lost. These are just personal projects, now that my team never solved them, when I was in the Criminal Investigative Service of Starfleet." Gyce corrected casually. "I tend to keep my hobby a personal one. And when one case goes cold, it becomes even more of a personal issue. Because it's one more criminal out there, going unseen."

"Cold cases huh" Tharia said as she crouched down beside one of the crates, both out of interest as for the task she needed to perform she opened it. "Can you tell me a bit more about the cases?" she asked.

"Most of the small canisters in the crate are filled with trace evidence. Particulates of persons unknown to our federal and security databases. Other small containers are filled with exploded bomb fragments, so that I can keep looking for the the exact match on any homegrown explosives used in certain cases," Gyce told the MAA quietly. "My unit handled internal security threats, mostly. Some veterans of the war, turned desperate and violent. Other officers becoming radical and joining anti-government terrorist groups unnoticed... And all this evidence is sealed, to keep these cases going, if the criminals repeat a crime, or I find a new avenue of investigation."

"That sounds fascinating," the Andorian replied. Making a mental note to herself to stay away from the containers with the bomb stuff in them. She and bombs weren't a good combo. Last time she barely escaped. And now with Elev she had a extra reason to stay away, even though she wasn't his primary caregiver. "Well, if there is anything I can do to help you, just ask." she said more out of politeness, then actual desire to help.

"You probably will, often." Gyce smiled to the MAA once more. "You are essentially the ship's beat cop. I'm the ship's detective. So I can see us pairing up often. That is, if you like working cases."

"Yes, that is true." she answered. "I think you really need the help with that." she nodded her head to the lieutenants leg.

Gyce shifted a bit, uncomfortable, if only a moment.

"Nerve gas," the Bajoran explained. "Took me out of eligibility to join the Bajoran Militia, after the Occupation. Back when my cell was hit by the gas, only months before the Cardassians pulled out of Bajor. Since then, my mind is the best way I contribute."

"That is unfortunate" she looked up. "About your leg not working I mean." Standing up and putting a small crate on the table she continued. "Have you fought with the Militia for long?" She could appreciate real fighters.

"I fought for the Bajoran Resistance since I was old enough to know how to aim a gun," Gyce corrected with a bit of pain behind those eyes. Of memories of people she missed a lot. "The Bajorans that made it out of the internment camps, almost all turned to the Bajoran Resistance. And because I was too young for the hard combat missions, I mostly helped build IEDs for the cells I took part in."

"I joined the Andorian Defence Force when I was 10 years old. I've seen my share of wars of over the last two decades."

"They start children off at early in the Andorian military?" Gyce asked out of curiosity.

"Not all, " she replied. "It depends on the family you are born in. My thavan and his family have always been military, so when I became of age, I also joined the military." she explained.

"I've no doubt you served with honor, to be of the skill set you are now," Gyce complimented. "It's a wonder you are not an officer."

She made a odd sound at the back of her through clearly letting know how she thought of becoming an officer. "No thanks. I'm not good in all that ass kissing that is needed to be a good officer."

"Nor am I," Gyce spoke simply while she tapped her cane. "I'm an officer because I have a very high skill set and experience that younger officers tend to look to in a pinch."

"I can understand that." Tharia said. "In my position many crewman that just enlist come under my care, mostly because I provide the training on board. But I notice many are interested in my experience. I had a hard time understanding that in the beginning, because what's so interesting about me." she said the last with a chuckle. Turning back to the boxes she said. "I think they are perfectly ok." she had went through them during their conversation.

"Thank you again for helping me," Gyce smiled warmly to the Andorian.

"Your welcome."

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Tharia sh'Kari
Master-at-Arms
USS Galileo

Benice Gyce
Security Investigations Officer
USS Galileo

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