Re: Day 02 [1700 hrs.] Connecting the Dots
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[ ENS James "Jimmy" Mariner | SuD Lang Dilithium Cargo Bay | The Coreless Moon ]
Mariner was impressed by the Security center's gymnasium when he first reported for duty earlier that morning, it meant he didn't need to stay in his quarters for exercise or have to rely on holodeck hours to stay in shape. Then and there, the Australian made plans to have a routine turn at that bench press every morning after his daily stationary bicycling routine in his quarters. He knew and was inspired by a Bajoran who'd fought in the resistance. "Aye, Sir. Nonlethal takedowns are Specialist Sharky's and my speciality, but I'll try not to burden you with excessive force paperwork... at least too much. The specialist doesn't lightly take the arrest of particularly combative suspects." Mariner left with a smirk. He was going in with one of the fiercest, most hardened specialists he'd ever known.
In the next room, Sharky had walked over to K'ren and playfully sniffed her hand before performing some of his trained tricks in the hopes of convincing the half-Caitian to scratch his ears and belly, making a mixture of playful snarls whines and pants. Sharky tried to impress the feline female with every charm he knew, shaking hands, stretching, and rolled over on his grey back allowing his signature razor-sharp grin to show, briefly thrashing about, acting as if he'd been stunned or shocked before holding still and playing dead; he was proud of his 'play dead' trick. At the sound of a familiar 'ten hut' whistle, Sharky stood at attention.
The specialist's partner returned with two armed security agents. Mariner double-checked Sharky's Starfleet Security black leather harness, which was fittingly colored to department colors, including a mustard-colored spiked collar. "The C-Sec's asked me to handle this situation. K'ren, I'd like for you to come along, but you have every right to stay here... But I know you'd want to take a bite out of crime with me on this one. We just gotta do something before these cultists make another play that costs lives. How about you, Mister Deacon? Feel like delivering some fresh-served revenge?"
5 Minutes Later | Turbolift
"No knock and announce for this mission, people. Remember to take them down, not take them out. Left-enant Commander Wenn doesn't want these vermin being glorified as martyrs, so shoot--or scratch-- in self defense only. Be prepared for a life-or-death fight the moment we enter that room." Jimmy briefed them in the turbolift, using his security codes to get to the current location of the congregation who attacked Deacon without any stops or turbolift summons between the group and their mission. "Ensign K'ren, You're leading the backup team. These gentlemen in the grey fur are your escorts." Jimmy said to K'ren indicatively, knowing she knew he trusted her. Mariner looked at Deacon, then to Sharky. "Feel free to cash in on that apology these people owe you when the opportunity presents itself... And Specialist?" Mariner said nothing but gave his partner an encouraging scratch on the head.
(OOC: Okay. Showtime. Some banther, perspective from the cult attackers' point of view and some initial preparation. K'ren's unarmed but has claws-- same with Deacon. Sharky understands K'ren's emotions and knows to fight alongside her, thanks to some security training by Mariner, just in case Sharky needed to fight alongside *Resolve* crew, and he often did; the words 'Bad Alien' activate his attack mode. This is a chance to unleash him; so when comes into play, she has a second grey furry bodyguard. The action begins when both are in position. Mariner and both NPCs come in first)