Post by Mishtak on Sept 1, 2009 22:40:53 GMT -5
Lt. Mishtak stood near the desk of the security office going over the readout of the days duty rosters, he had already sent a copy onto the Chief, but as assistant chief he kept constant watch over all shifts as well. Now that the recent round of intruders seemed to have left the ship the security teams that had been dispatched were checking in with the all clears.
"Sir, we have had no more contact with the intruders" one of the officers was saying
"Very well" Mishtak replied. "all shifts are to remain on alert status, crews four and five are to report to the transporter room and stand by for potential away team missions, do not let any member of the command staff off this ship without a security escort, is that clear?" the question came out more as an order and much like a growl, but what else can you expect from a Klingon warrior
"understood sir" came the unified response as the present teams split up and went in their respective directions, Mishtak forwarded the orders he had issued to the tactical station on the bridge as well as Security Chief Krymerik zh'Loran's office terminal so that she would be kept constantly up to date on all security functions.
"How dare they intrude on our ship..." his voice trailed off as he forced his thoughts to remain inside his head, he did not like having breaches nor did he like being trapped in an office instead of out in the fight with the enemy... but he had a job to do, with Krymerik on the bridge it was his duty to ensure the safety of the ship and its crew. Mishtak began pacing as he kept his eyes on the computer readouts watching the ships systems status scroll across the screen.
"Computer, play Mishtak melody five, low volume"
the computer complied by playing a Klingon opera barely audible but still present to help his mood as he continued keeping tabs on his security details on duty throughout the ship, he made one last personal check of his tricorder and phaser both holstered on his belt, as well as ensuring his Klingon knife was securely hidden within his Warriors sash of honor.
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"Sir, we have had no more contact with the intruders" one of the officers was saying
"Very well" Mishtak replied. "all shifts are to remain on alert status, crews four and five are to report to the transporter room and stand by for potential away team missions, do not let any member of the command staff off this ship without a security escort, is that clear?" the question came out more as an order and much like a growl, but what else can you expect from a Klingon warrior
"understood sir" came the unified response as the present teams split up and went in their respective directions, Mishtak forwarded the orders he had issued to the tactical station on the bridge as well as Security Chief Krymerik zh'Loran's office terminal so that she would be kept constantly up to date on all security functions.
"How dare they intrude on our ship..." his voice trailed off as he forced his thoughts to remain inside his head, he did not like having breaches nor did he like being trapped in an office instead of out in the fight with the enemy... but he had a job to do, with Krymerik on the bridge it was his duty to ensure the safety of the ship and its crew. Mishtak began pacing as he kept his eyes on the computer readouts watching the ships systems status scroll across the screen.
"Computer, play Mishtak melody five, low volume"
the computer complied by playing a Klingon opera barely audible but still present to help his mood as he continued keeping tabs on his security details on duty throughout the ship, he made one last personal check of his tricorder and phaser both holstered on his belt, as well as ensuring his Klingon knife was securely hidden within his Warriors sash of honor.
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