Posted on Fri Dec 14th, 2018 @ 8:16pm by Lieutenant Tasme Anan
On the Horizon
Location: Office, Chief of Security
Of the two, Crewman Burton looked the least nervous. Crewman Inshet, a full foot shorter than Burton, looked both nervous and embarrassed, which was a feat for a Tellarite. Both of the security men looked like they’d been through a wringer, and judging by the data Tas pulled from the holodeck computer, they had.
“At ease, gentlemen,” Tas said in a calm, even tone. “I must say, this Sickbay report is interesting. I’d like to know how the two of you managed to acquire such injuries. Who’d like to enlighten me?”
Neither crewman spoke up immediately, so Tas looked up from her PADD and smiled. “Mister Burton, why don’t you begin, hm?” Burton swallowed, cleared his throat, and made eye contact.
“We were in Holodeck Two, ma’am. Inshet and I were running a… historical simulation.”
“So I see,” Tas replied. “The so-called “Day of the Dove” incident. An interesting selection, gentlemen… especially when the security settings have been… loosened.”
Both crewmen stood their ground, but neither looked happy about it.
“Mister Inshet,” Tas continued. “I see the security override was entered under your authority. Care to explain why? The captain was quite explicit in her orders about such matters.” Inshet shared a look with Burton before responding.
“It was my belief that the simulation was… flawed, ma’am.”
“In what manner, Crewman?”
“The Klingons, ma’am. They did not appear… authentic.”
“I wasn’t aware Klingon biology or Holodeck programming were among your specialties, Crewman. Please… continue.”
“I believed that the simulation had been adjusted, and the difficulty lowered for entertainment purposes, ma’am. Burton and I wanted a… proper challenge.”
“Ah. So, you reprogrammed the simulation, loosened the security settings, and repopulated it with Klingons of a more familiar nature, yes?”
Both crewman continued to stand tall. “Yes, ma’am,” Inshet replied. “That is correct.”
“I see. However, it appears you missed a few Klingons in your adjustments.”
“That is also correct,” Inshet said. “Ma’am.”
“So, you soon found your modern Klingons reinforced by 23rd century Klingons… in a simulation involving melee combat and an alien entity that feeds on negative emotions and violence.”
“And what did you both learn from the experience?”
Burton replied first. “That, despite their appearance, the old Klingons were… still Klingons.”
“Hit like ‘em too, don’t they?”
“Know their way around more than a bat’leth, don’t they?”
Tas shook her head for effect, augmenting the expression with a sigh of disappointment. “I’ll log this as a ‘training accident,’ gentlemen… this time. Let those bruises and cuts serve as teaching moments about books and their covers, hm?”
“Very well,” Tas replied with a smirk. “You’re dismissed, gentlemen.”
As the two young security men left her office, Tas completed the appropriate report, making a mental note to speak to the Engineering department about increasing holodeck security settings. The voice of the ship’s computer interrupted her thoughts.
“Lieutenant Anan, you have a senior staff meeting in five minutes.”
“Acknowledged,” she replied as she sent the report to the senior staff.
“Hopefully we’ll be underway soon," she thought silently. "Or the risk of more ‘training accidents’ could increase significantly. She stood, adjusted her uniform, and headed for the closest turbolift with a smile on her face.
“Unauthentic Klingons,” she mused to herself. “Here’s hoping neither of those young men have to face an authentic Klingon, of any era, with their blood up. Scrapes and bruises will be the least of their worries.”