The One Where She Gets Help

Posted on Mon Dec 5th, 2022 @ 4:25pm by Lieutenant Commander Diane Doctrine

Mission: Traitor amongst us?
Location: Major Snyder’s Office

Diane, as usual, did her research and the results were not unexpected. The best person to aid in gaining the information she wanted from the one Klingon prisoner holding out was one particular Starfleet Marine. "Computer, locate Major Snyder..."

Sam was in her office in the allocated marine section of the ship, she was going through squad selection processes and allocations for the upcoming mission which she knew would take time. When the computer told the Commander where the Major was located, it gave her a place to head towards.

And that’s when the door chime rating. Diane waited patiently outside.

Sam looked up from her desk, PADD's with lists, squad selections, equipment approvals and leadership assignments scattered nearly the entire length and breadth of her desk. "Come." She spoke expecting her assistant or one of the command team to walk in. Imagine her surprise when she saw a fleet officer standing there. "Commander Doctrine."

“Major Snyder,” Diane returned the greeting. She noticed the pile of things on her desk and asked, “I hope I didn’t come at a bad time?”

"Just preparing for the evacuation deployment of 400 marines, equipment and selections. This...." Hinting at the table. "Is otherwise a normal day for me." Though there were days she wished it wasn't. "If your after the Colonel, he's in his office."

“No, it’s actually your help I need with this particular matter. If you have time… if you don’t mind.”

Sam paused, it was not often that people came to her for help, least of all fleet officers. "I'm all ears." Gesturing to one of the two chairs in front of her desk Sam leaned back and got comfortable.

Diane sat, “So, allow me to explain. I’m not sure aware, but there’s been a long-running feud between Commander Stoffel’s family and Klingon house. They’re trying to wipe each other out. We’ve recently rescued some relatives of the Commander and taken three Klingon prisoners. Two have been cooperative, one, the I suspect has the most data on this situation, is holding out. Stoffels has recently been poisoned so they’ve somehow infiltrated this ship.” Her face fell a measure, as if possibly ashamed, “Apparently I’m not intimidating enough. I mean, I’ve tried all the mind tricks and psychology I’ve been trained in… well, the short story is, I need help.”

Sam sat considering the options, avenues, and routes to take. "What, specifically, are you looking to extract from the prisoner?" Sam asked. "Have your sessions been recorded, audio, visual, a medical examination done?"

Diane thought a moment. “She has information about the plans House Reshtarc has for assassinating the rest of Stoffel’s family and I suspect knows how the Resolution was infiltrated, and the particular poison that was used on the Commander. Every session has been recorded so far. There has not been a medical exam yet.” She saw the wheels begin to turn in the Major’s head and that gave her hope.

"If I help, I'd like a copy of everything. I suggest flooding her cell with Anesthizine gas, which should put her under for a few hours long enough for a blood sample at least that can be done in the cell safely. Call it a medical exam, a check to make sure shes not carrying a contagion or anything, or a measure that will protect the crew if she is. What kind of resistance can I expect?" Sam asked. "I doubt Security or the Captain is just going to let me do things my way."

“I can get you a copy of whatever you need,” Diane answered, “… and in light of recent events, the medical exam is an excellent idea.” Truth be told, Diane wanted to kick herself for not thinking of it. “The resistance, well, she just won’t talk or answer questions but she will rant about her loyalty to her house. As far as doing things your way, well, we should do our best to keep things ethical… but on the other hand, after what’s happened so far, I’m not opposed to roughing her up a bit.” Diane paused to consider what kind of consequences should expect. “If we rough her up too much, Soran will be a problem… maybe… I’m not sure about Xavier though. I can take the responsibility for what happens… unless you think your CO will object?”

"Ohhhh Commander roughing up a Klingon, she will probably enjoy it anyway, heavens no." Sam smiled as she stood up. "I don't plan on laying a hand on her." The grin on her face hinted that already a plan was forming. "I may be Special Forces but violence is not my only tool in my arsenal. Sedate her, take the sample, run a medical. Send everything you have my way." Sam had the time, the people and the skill sets on hand, and for a situation like this, the experience too...because she'd done it before.

Diane’s eyebrow raised a measure. “You’re right, of course. I’ll have the medical done right away and…” one corner of Diane’s mouth turned up a bit, “There’s a high probability I like the way you think.”

"Pity you're in red, I find green much more fitting us girls." Sam smiled. "Once you send me everything I'll put something in place. When she is awake again, arrange a meeting, I'd like to speak to her alone if possible, you being there will sideline the attention and give her a source of strength because of your struggles." Sam wanted to make sure she had things set just how she wanted them.

Diane smiled back with a nod, “I really wear black, the red is only camouflage. All right. Currently, she’s kept in a cell with an opaque containment field. She sees no one, talks to no one, and her meals are transported in, so she’s had no contact with anyone, well, but me.”

"Good. Then I will await your data and I will work on things on my end while I wait for an appointed time." Sam spoke. Black, Sam knew she'd have to keep that one away from the Colonel knowing it wouldn't end well.

“I’ll get the data and I’ll be in touch,” Diane stood up, “And Major, thank you.”