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Most of his crew was fairly scattered, though aside one they stayed fairly close to the Enterprise.  Nurse Chapel had requested leave to go and visit her mother, and Scotty had granted it, but near everyone else stayed within the system and fairly ready at hand.  Command had sent him a message, pulling him out of a restless sleep where he was dreaming of a beach somewhere, a fresh-water beach under gray skies and filtered sunlight, and Scotty started his day without even a proper cup of coffee.

There were three admirals who poked him for questions, before he'd even had his caffeine fix, and he did his best to satisfy their answers.  They were going to send the requisitioned replacement parts, which was definitely a good thing.  They still had made no call on a change of command, though.  They'd prodded and poked until he was practically ready to leap through the monitor on them, but at least the word so far was that they hadn't decided on replacing Kirk, Spock and McCoy yet.  They also requested a written clarification on a number of statements that couldn't easily be clarified.

That was another reason why Scotty didn't want to be Captain.  He hated the paperwork.  He had enough of it running his own division, let alone the whole ship.

Regardless, he finally got a cup of coffee and felt a little more alive when he got on the business of the day.  He checked up on the repairs that had been done through the night, checked the assignments for the day, made sure to check in with his senior staff.  He checked in with Montana Wolfe, who seemed to be warming up to him slightly -- she tipped him a salute with her own coffee mug when they finished their quick briefing.  He checked with security about their prisoner, who had apparently behaved throughout the night.

And still with his coffee mug in hand, now on his third cup, he headed down to the brig himself.

Date: 2009-08-19 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
Scotty nodded, casting about for the next question. He wasn't really good at interrogating, no. He liked puzzling out machines, not so much people. "Organization, rank..." A half-joking grin. "...serial number?"

Date: 2009-08-19 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
"Rebellion, leader of a covert ops unit but don't carry an official title. Also on the board of directors for the Red Cross." Nance answered exactly what was asked, not going into detail. The urge to play with a stray strain of hair was getting harder to ignore.

"Technically speaking, I don't have a serial number, but if you need something for your records, Nano-Cybernetic 3000 was printed on the side of my first body."

Date: 2009-08-19 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
He frowned into his coffee mug for a moment, then took another sip to drive off that little uneasy sensation. "What sort o' network were ye tryin' to connect to, when ye vanished from yer home universe?"

Date: 2009-08-19 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
Nance folded her arms in an attempt to kill that nervous twitch, then looked up at the ceiling. What WAS it that she tried to connect into. They didn't find it themselves, so someone else must have brought it to her attention. There was... wait!

"At home, I don't know how much liberty I'd have to explain what happened," she said with a frown. "But, I guess I don't have much of a choice here, do I? The best way I can explain it is that it was a metal box with no way to open it. Whatever was inside was completely sealed from human contact, but as odd as it sounds, a computer could contact it through a wireless connection, as if it wanted to be touched but couldn't through physical means."

Date: 2009-08-19 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
"And that sent ye here." He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. "Did ye have any recon on this unopenable metal box before ye tried a connection with it?"

Date: 2009-08-19 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
"It didn't send me here first," Nance said, remembering the encounter that she had before ending up on the ship. "I was on a beach first, as odd as it sounds, then got hit by another surge that sent me here. The only recon we had was that a rebellion leader had found the item on the black market on a backwater planet. We assumed that it was an advanced form of Empire tech."

Date: 2009-08-19 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
"Hm." He chewed it over some, mentally filing it away. "Any sensations, or anything like that?"

Date: 2009-08-19 08:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
She shook her head and rubbed the side of her index finger with her thumb, as if she was trying to trigger the memory of a physical sensation. "None that I remember. My memory of the event is partly corrupted."

Date: 2009-08-19 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
"D'ye supposed if ye tried openin' it again, ye'd end up elsewhere?"

Date: 2009-08-19 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
"Probably, but I didn't have control over it the last time. I want to go home, not to another universe." She let her shoulders sink a bit, then flashed a little grin as she eyed the field keeping her in. "If I did have control over it, it would make for one Hell of an escape plan, don't you think? You'd still have the home field advantage, though."

Date: 2009-08-20 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
"Aye, probably." He debated on what to ask next, taking another sip of coffee. No, not really good at this interrogation bit. He finally snapped the field off on the cell, though. "Might as well come out. Ye're not gettin' free-run o' my ship, but there seems little point in further keepin' ye in here. One wrong move on yer part, and I'll toss ye back in here right quick."

Date: 2009-08-20 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
Nance nodded and stepped out of the cell. "Understood. Believe me, I'm not stupid enough to make a wrong move on a starship. They have airlocks for a more than one reason."

She pretended to dust herself off her sleeves in the hallway. "What limits did you have in mind?"

Date: 2009-08-20 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
Scotty stared at her wide-eyed for a moment before he remembered she was from a universe where the Empire reigned. Then he just gestured for the doors. "Keepin' out o' secure areas. Engineerin', main computer banks, the bridge. That sort o' thing. Ye can keep to habitation decks and have computer access to figure some things out--" you could bet he'd monitor it, though "--and that sort o' thing."

Date: 2009-08-20 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fortran77soul.livejournal.com
"Just the areas that a civilian can access, then?" She could live with that, at the moment. While she debated offering some of her services and knowledge, this really wasn't the right time.

Date: 2009-08-20 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allmhadadh.livejournal.com
"Aye, exactly. Ye should be able to pull up a map; I'll assign ye some guest quarters."

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