<USS Avalon> "Damage Control" by Sierra, Manson, and Marksbury

"Damage Control"
By Commander Javan Sierra, Senior Lieutenant Anthony Manson, and 
Lieutenant First Class Elissabeth Marksbury
 
 
 
Sierra walked into the conference room with two more security officers in tow.  
He surveyed the damage before singling out Marksbury with his gaze.  It was an 
effort not to glare daggers at her and he wasn't succeeding.
 
"Report, Lieutenant."
 
Manson looked to his right at the sound of Sierra's voice and straightened 
himself from leaning against the wall.
 
Standing to attention, Marksbury replied, "There was an incident with the Rydyn 
delegates, sir.  Sr. Lt. Manson had called this conference and the Ambassadors 
didn't like what he had to say.  They began an old time bar brawl, Commander.  
The situation was quickly brought under control when Lt. Manson was forced to 
stun one." 

 
"Forced?"  His eyes traveled to Manson and narrowed harshly. "Why was Mr. 
Manson forced to stun one?  You had more than enough security officers here."

"Yes, sir, I did.  I took the Lt. to safety outside the room and asked him to 
stay there to prevent further irritation to the Rydyns.  I believe he was under 
the impression we needed the help."  

 
"Have you notified medical of the situation?"  

"Yes sir.  They've already taken the Ambassador to sick bay, accompanied by 
Ensign Dareth."  
 
"Lieutenant, please place an official report on my desk within the hour and 
prepare all of your security officers for a full debriefing once I'm done here, 
understood?"  He shifted his gaze from Marksbury back to Manson and then 
settled on Marksbury again, waiting for her response.

 
"Absolutely, Commander.  The situation is under control.  I just wanted you 
informed to prevent any miscommunication."  No matter how intimidating Sierra's 
gaze was, Lissi refused to wilt, knowing that she did everything just as she 
should've - except perhaps having Lt. Manson restrained in the corridor.  She 
just hasn't expected him to come back inside.

Javan smiled slightly and asked,  "Did this meeting accomplish anything?"  
 
Glancing at Manson, Lissi answered, "I think perhaps the Rydyns know now we are 
serious when we say to stay put.  I have one in the brig who is not going to be 
released until we get to Earth.  And when Lt. Manson fired that phaser, sir, 
they all froze.  I think 
they finally realize they've pushed too far.  Only time will tell, I suppose.  
I over-rode their door commands and they are confined to quarters now.  I'm 
just tying up loose ends."  She returned the Commander's smile half-heartedly 
wondering  when Manson was going to speak up so that she didn't have to do all 
the talking or question answering. "If there's nothing else, sir?" 
 
"You're dismissed, Lieutenant.  And, good job.  I see that leaving the Rydyns 
in your more-than-capable hands was the right decision."  Sierra nodded to her 
let her know she was clear to leave.
 
Lissi was surprised to hear such praise, but wasn't surprised to hear the hint 
of sarcasm.  "Thank you, Commander," she said sincerely, choosing to ignore the 
sarcasm. 
 
As Marksbury left the room, Commander Sierra swiveled on his heel and stared at 
Manson.  "I'm afraid I can't say that I'm happy with the way the situation was 
handled.  It may have achieved an objective, but the means were uncalled for.  
What were you thinking, Lieutenant?"  He folded his arms, waiting for an answer.
 
Manson looked at the commander, "I was going to make it a simple statement 
about the importance of staying where they were asked to, sir. I'm sure you 
received the report of one of the delegates coming on the bridge, accessing the 
computer."
 
Sierra nodded, "And that justifies shooting one of them?"  

 
"When I saw one of them about to kick Lieutenant Marksbury's kneecap out, yes, 
I felt justified. We had people being thrown around when all this could have 
been resolved if Ambassador Oonal hadn't outright punched me."

 
"Don't you think that the security officers could've handled the situation?  I 
believe they outnumbered the Rydyns.  And the doctors have amazing talents with 
corrective surgery.  We don't use scalpels or leeches anymore."

Sierra pointed to the doorway as he stepped toward Manson, "In addition, you 
came back in the room after a security official asked you to stay out.  What 
made you think that coming back inside would help the situation?"  

Manson blinked, "And do what when I'm outside, Commander? Wait until someone is 
thrown out of the room bleeding? I didn't go in there to start a fight, or help 
it. I wanted it to stop."

 
"And you don't think we security officers, who are trained to deal with this 
type of situation, could handle it?  By doing what you did, you just slandered 
what all those people were trained to do."

 
Manson frowned, "I'm not here to insult their training, or their ability to 
handle the situation. I did what I thought was right. And besides, we're on the 
same side here. What's wrong with lending help?"

"I don't want to hear it.  There were more than enough people to handle the 
situation. Have a report on my desk within the hour.  But first, get to medical 
and have that nose checked out."  Sierra turned and walked into the hallway 
fuming.



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