[Promenade Security Officer – Promenade Deck – SB 234: UNITY]
Constable Nerso had a headache for six straight hours, ever since he was awoken from his deep slumber by a call from headquarters. The flight deck had suffered a severe explosion and the fleeter upstairs were panicking, running around looking for someone to shoot. Nerso himself quickly got dressed and headed in to coordinate civilian security affairs.
The Constable called up all personnel and put them on immediate patrol in riot suppression gear. The civilians aboard were anxious. A riot broke out near the entrance to the docking ring shortly after the explosion. Apparently someone shouted something about a Romulan attack, and the people surged the gates. One baggage screener was trampled, and suffered a broken arm and shattered femur. She was being treated up in the fleet infirmary. Nerso felt sorry for her.
His men had quelled the short uprising quite quickly. They quickly informed the crowd that it was not a Romulan attack, and told them there was nothing to worry about, but the rumors still spread. They calmed down and went about their business, but the anxiety still hung in the air. Nerso could smell it.
It reminded Nerso too much of the horrors he experienced in the Borg attacks on his homeland in the Delta quadrant all those years ago; the constant fear, the agony, and the years of looking over one's shoulder in anxiety in the hopes that they had escaped the grips of assimilation for good. The threat was different this go around, it had pointy ears and bowl cuts instead of eye implants, but the raw emotion was the same. And a civilian population on edge with anxiety is what had Nerso reaching for his bottle of aspirin.
"Sir." Came a call from the door. It was the department's dispatcher, Officer Henry Tungsten. "We've got a preacher in front of the Bluenote saying that the Federation's chickens are coming home to roost."
Nerso looked up from rubbing his temple. "Is there any violence?" he asked.
"No sir."
"Well, has Mr. Holden called in to complain about it bothering his customers?" The old el aurian asked.
"Uh, no sir." Tungsten replied, apparently just now realizing the error of his ways. It was well known in the department that it was not wise to waste the Constable's time with petty disturbances, especially when the actions committed were constitutionally protected.
"God damn it, Tungsten!" Nerso began. Tungsten flinched. "I can't arrest a man for speaking his mind! Get back to your station and find me a real god damned perpetrator! What the hell do I pay you for!?"
Tungsten hurried away from the door, just in time to dodge the padd that was hurled against it. Nerso rant continued, "Why hasn't beta patrol reported in yet? They're five minutes late! Don't you guys realize we're in heightened security alert here!?"
He crossed the threshold of his office into the operations center's oasis of desks. "You, Pullman. Get Davies on the line. I need a report from Beta patrol now! Merkel, call the Bluenote and ask them what's up."
The officers nodded in acknowledgement and picked up their communications devices to execute Nerso's orders. A bolian came up to the Constable and handed him a padd. "What the hell is this?"
"It's a report from Constantine planet-side, sir."
"Oh." Nerso looked down and read the initial sentences for a moment. "I'll be in my office." He muttered quietly before walking away.
[End Log]
Constable Nerso
Chief of Promenade Security
SB 234: UNITY