Re: Day 03 [1045 hrs.] Setting Sun | Away Mission
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ENS James "Jimmy" Mariner | S.S. Sabine | SuD Lang Docking Bay | Klingon Mining Outpost | The Coreless Moon ]
Moments before Zy introduced herself, Mariner helped Heather into the suit hanging from her hips, expressing almost brotherly concern for the girl. She wasn’t his type by a long shot, and his eyes were still trained on the newcomer, his hand just a quickdraw away from engaging the foreigner should the event arise, which it soon would. "Hang in there, Sweetheart, we’ll have another go on that PaDD game soon enough." with a soothing tone, he assured Heather, making sure the form-fitting outfit did more than defend the girl’s modesty, as he latched it shut.
After Sera made the pleasantries, Jimmy was all too eager to introduce himself properly to Zy, but her sudden scuffle caught him off-guard-- but not as much as her revelation. Jimmy's expression hardened into a prominent scowl.
"My name is Zyrao Natauna, Strategist, I got wind of his betrayal and the destruction of the Theurgy crew while serving on the Hakkarl. I did what was necessary to arrive on the scene to assist in all of you retaining your lives."
Experience and training had him close the outer airlock shut, before he returned to the aft quarters, in a hasty but reactive move to protect Heather in the last room, he too was still clad in the security-exosuit and willing to use it and himself as a human shield while he raised his firearm. Jimmy got into a better position to use the door frame as cover should he need to use the phaser he secured moments before. He'd seen a Klingon use his dying breath to hurl a D'ktang into a Jem'Hadar's jugular, despite the weapon's seeming lack of balance and was not one to put himself in that position.
"Have a care, Bright-bulb. Cover your ears." Jimmy momentarily cast a warning to Heather, unable to render otherwise aid to her in this hostage situation, but he trained the phaser pistol in a closely-guarded grip close to his torso, aiming at neither of Zy nor Jak in particular. "Break it up! You’re shaking the lightbulb!" Jimmy barked in the direction of the brawler.
Meanwhile, the woman, Zyrao was uttering insults even Jimmy found highly insulting. Under different circumstances, he might have laughed his arse off, It partially tickled him some to see his hunch about the Half-Klingon being a mole seeming to pay off, as his suit’s translator heard the whole conversation in both dialects. In addition to witnesses, he was well-aware the suits were recording, so there would be little more evidence beside his and Bremmer's testimony in lieu of Lt zh'Wann's evident murder. While he wanted to hear the new passenger's accusations further, a foreign combatant was attacking a Starfleet officer, so Mariner repeated his order to stand down between Zy’s statements with growing demand. "Stand down or you’ll wake up tearing eachother to bloody shreds in Theurgy’s holding cell, Stand down! This is your final bloody warning!" Just then, Sera raised her voice and complexion a few noticeable degrees.
"This is my flaming ship! There will be no killing aboard the Sabine or I will burn you both and leave you on this ashen moon! This is not even the Starfleet way, so quench your flames and save it for Captain Ives!" Sera’s commanding accent summarily followed Jimmy’s latest, growling threat.
"There hasn't been a Starfleet traitor since Michael-blasted-Eddington." Jimmy uttered that name as if he'd just eaten a bar of soap. "Except for Ben Maxwell. And steak-face here is no Ben-Bloody-Maxwell." By now, of course there was no doubt Captain Ives and hir crew were innocent of the allegations he'd heard on Starbase 84 before that place was blasted apart.
"There is a cargo hold in the back. Tie him up and throw him in there until we dock with the Theurgy, Does that meet your fleet protocols? Just make sure he can't access the maintenance panels back there." Sera's accented voice continued.
"I can’t speak for Leftenant Ida, or her interpretation of law, M'um." Jimmy growled in response to Sera’s order, acknowledging the shuttle's skipper as authority. "But her phaser bloody well can." His regard clearly spelled he would've loved to resolve things that way, preferably non-lethal so that Jak could face a firing squad back on Theurgy, so he could have not one but two shots at this backstabber, should due process confirm Zyrao's allegations.
Jimmy cocked his head to the Pilot, but his eyes and phaser were fixed squarely on Jak's good eye, but still within a reactional arc at the dagger-arm. While clearly not a sadist, Mariner despised traitors with every fiber in his being, at least any who betrayed him or the Federation. For all he cared, only the Klingon House of Torlek were the only Klingons who'd ever shown even a shred of respect for him or his fellow humans, and he didn't spot any of their emblems on this encounter. Beyond that, The Empire killed a lot of his friends and classmates before the bloody croc-heads saw reason and rejoined the Khitomer accords. Still, he'd killed or neutralized enough for one day, he hoped. In a modicum of neutrality, Zyrao could've been deliberately giving misinformation to infiltrate the crew... but that wasn't as likely. One never truly knew someone else until he had fought with them, and Zyrao had been a consummate marksman earlier, even if she could've taken one of the Klingon raiders and left scot-free.
"Perhaps that'd be a guaranteed way to keep those rodent-claws if his out of trouble." Jimmy idly offered, thumbing the stun setting with a whirring beep before opting for Bremmer to act in accordance with Security policy. "Petty Officer? You're handy with cuffs, get creative. Watch his head.", he winked, implying she could use just the slightest amount of discretion when it came to properly escorting a dangerous felon to their detention through a short doorway. It wasn't until later when the ship was well on its way that he realized he made a lousy (and unintentional pun regarding cuffs), when his mind was strictly on arresting the accused traitor.
Once that was settled for the moment, Jimmy resumed his attention to McMillan "Warrant? Give the nice traitor his space. He's gonna wish he had as much of it when we get home." Jimmy V-stepped, keeping his distance from the prisoner and kept his weapon close, avoiding any chance for Jak to grab his weapon and attempt anything funny, following every trained motion he'd practiced in his expertise in suspect control and retention"Mac?" Jimmy noticed Heather didn't look herself at this point, even with her suit secured. "McMillan? Warrant Officer Heather McMillan?" Jimmy had seen Federation citizens, civilian and military undergo shock, and knew how best to address and calm them. "The head's right there, Luv if you got some bricks to drop off at the pool.... Come now, my rations weren't -that- terrible." Jimmy joked, offering his hand to lead Heather to a secure location, but ready to hit the deck or get himself to safety, should she have the Radiant equivalent of... any illness, really, given her talents. Harmless as they were on the ride in, he didn't want to imagine what they could look like on the way out.
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