Clearing Out

Posted on Sat Jun 2nd, 2018 @ 11:50pm by Lieutenant Marc Madigan & Lieutenant Paul Sharpe

Sharpe was in the Security Office doing some paperwork when his senior placed Lieutenant entered the office, he looked up "What is the problem Lieutenant Madigan?" he asked.

Marc was usually pretty friendly, but he didn't waste any time. "We just got a call from upstairs. It sounds like there's an ion storm coming, and we're going into emergency shelter protocol. You better grab some coffee. It's likely to be a long night."

Looking concerned "I do not drink coffee, so I will grab me a mug of tea, so what else besides knowing about this Ion Storm, do we not know? Thinking practically, we could be invaded by hostile parties during this storm, we both know there are species out there that have adapted their ships to contend with Iron Storms, so besides knowing what else besides the norm can we expect?" Sharpe asked.

"If anyone has expressed concern about an attack during the storm, then that's above my pay grade," Madigan replied with a shrug. "Either way, our orders are pretty clear. We're evacuating civilians and any non-essential personnel from the Promenade section to the emergency shelters. Residential will be taking over from there. The Promenade teams will be patrolling the commercial sectors and keeping an eye out for anyone that doesn't need to be there. Whether that's a looter or an invading army, it doesn't change our orders."

*nods* "Understood, it is a lot to take in this Starbase, I only ever worked on Starships, for the most part, more than planet or space bases, so I am still getting used to the police blue undershirt, things are a lot different on a Starbase that is for sure" Sharpe said wistfully.

"Well, one thing that is definitely different is that Starbases can't get out of the way of ion storms. We only have a couple of hours to evacuate the commercial district, so let's get this show on the road. Get your gear and meet me in the briefing room."

*nods* "Well if there be nothing else Lieutenant I better go get me gear together, I will see you on the Promenade, yes?" Sharpe asked.

Sometime later on the Promenade after leaving the briefing room...

As pretty much expected, the evacuation procedure had its ups and downs. For the most part, the civilians reacted to the orders with some understanding. They were, after all, on a space station, and anyone wishing to do business on a station had to accept the risks. But for every four evacuations that went smoothly, there was one that gave them problems. Madigan supervising as best as he could over all of the chaos, with his officers handling much of the conversations. He was out in the main corridor, directing traffic and handling issues as they arose.

Sharpe was directing a bunch of civilian's to their nearest shelters on a level above where Madigan was when he looked over at a Klingon cafe where a large group of Klingon's were refusing to leave their shop, they were seeing this as cowardly as they were not afraid of the coming storm, sighing heavily he walks over to them, also to assist another group of Security Officers.

"QuaplA Gentlebeings, what seems to be the issue here?" Sharpe asked.

The older Klingon's out of the six-man group looked to see where the voice came from, they saw another Security officer, this one looked a little older and had the air of confidence and experience behind him.

"We will not cower in shelters like weakling Pet'Qs, this is not the Klingon way," the first elder said.

Looking at him "Is stupidity one of the Klingon traits, I do not think so, you are prideful, honourable and warriors who like to die in battle, so answer me this is there any honour in remaining in your cafe where there is no enemy to fight and no glorious death to be had and the coming storm could shake the SIF and collapse the roof in on you, is that an honourable way to die?" Sharpe asked.

The elder Klingon's nodded once and left the cafe and headed to the shelters, the three younger ones, brasher were being stubborn, they looked at the human Lieutenant who was now calmly sitting on one of the tables examining his hand and biting at his nails and without looking "are you foolish enough to remain here and risk your lives when there is no battle to be fought?" he asked.

"We do not accept your assessment Lieutenant, and you dare call us cowards and foolish, I should gut you now for saying such things," one of the younger ones said as he pulled out his Dak'Tag knife.

Sharpe simply reached down to his boot and lifted his right trouser leg and pulled out a Commando knife, that looked old, but still looked dangerous, he twirled it around his index finger through the little loop handle. "Hey I may be a human, but I have been around the block a few times but I am no rookie if you want a knife fight I will oblige," Sharpe said suddenly standing still twirling his knife as he turned his full attention to the loud Klingon, both had eyes locked on one another and blades to each other's throats while the other two Klingon's looked on, very few non-Klingon's had such courage when facing Klingon's, this one was different.

One of the younger Security officers being extremely worried tapped his Commbadge =/\= Officer Valdez to Lieutenant Madigan, could you please come to the Klingon Cafe on the level above, a situation is developing and it involves Lieutenant Sharpe and one of the Klingon's who refuses to leave the Cafe?" Valdez said.

From down below Madigan tapped his chirping commbadge. "Madigan here. I'm on my way." He shook his head as he hurried to the nearest lift. By the time he got to the cafe, the fight was already progress. He started to yell, but the commotion with the fight and the evacuation in the background was nearly too much. So instead he brought his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly. That seemed to get people's attention. With one hand on his phaser, he tried to assess the situation. "Will someone tell me just what is going on here?" he demanded.

Both human and Klingon were still as statues and eyes not leaving each other, both making a growling sound in the back of their throats. Both were oblivious to everything else, both were warriors, both proud and stubborn, but when a loud whistle sounded, both in a comical and startled way snapped their heads in the direction of the noise.

"Lieutenant Madigan friends here do not want to go to the shelters, they think it is cowardly, three older Klingon's after listening to me headed there, but these three would not listen to reason, I tried reasoning with them, but too stubborn" as Sharpe was speaking the Klingon he was in conflict with gave a amused/satisfying grunt and removed his knife from Sharpe's throat, Sharpe followed suit. The Klingon put his knife away and slapped Sharpe on the back laughing "you have the heart of a warrior Lieutenant" the Klingon said then took his two companions to the shelters.

Paul put his knife away in one swift move and rubbing the back of his neck looked at Madigan "Klingon's respect strength, but damn do they slap hard" Sharpe commented moving his shoulder blades in a circular motion. "Remind me never to do that again too soon, Klingon's can be so damn temperamental" he finished.

Marc shrugged. "I would prefer that my officers not get themselves killed, even if you do have to show strength to impress the Klingons." He shook his head. "At least you got them out of here. Finish up here and move on to the next section." Madigan started to walk away, but stopped and turned back. "Just try not to get into any fights in the next one."

"Well the Klingon challenged me so I had to switch tactics and appeal to their nature, but understood, moving onto the next one" Sharpe said and gave the Security Officer who had called Madigan the dirtiest of all looks. Thankfully the rest of the evacuation went smoothly and as his sector was cleared he returned down to Madigan's level.

"All done my end, what next?" Sharpe asked.

"Now we wait, and hope this isn't as bad as they say it will be," Madigan replied, dreading the night to come.

Lieutenant Marc Madigan [P: Von]
Section Chief, Commercial Section

Lieutenant Paul Sharpe [P: Somers]
Security Officer