The Price of Freedom, Part One
Miscellaneous Scenes with T'Lyt (Cut Scene)

(The date is Februrary 6, 2376. These scenes fall between "A Quiet Night in Ops" and "The Bombing.")

Senior Officer's Quarters 1800 <Deck 18> [Gibraltar Station]

These quarters are spacious and comfortable, and of fairly good size. The main room is a rectangle with the door centered across from a bank of tall, straight windows. There is a work station to the left of the doors, with desk and display panels, a maroon swivel chair providing seating. A white sofa, large enough for three, is placed under the windows slightly to the right, facing the door. A small fern sits upon the window ledge, its twin resting upon a smoked glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Twin chairs of the same plush style as the sofa complete the seating arrangement. There is a replicator and table ringed with four chairs to the right, opposite the desk. Left is a door leading to the bedroom. The bed is large enough for two, with maroon comforter and gray pillows. There is a closet and cupboards for the occupant's belongings, and a bathroom that boasts not only a shower but a full tub as well. The carpeting throughout the quarters is cyan trimmed with light gray that matches the wall paneling. Soft lighting comes from panels in the ceiling, and there are twin vertical alert tracers on either side of the door.


T'Lyt taps her compin, and it emits a high chirp.

T'Lyt says, "T'Lyt to Volchenkov."

From over a compin, you hear Volchenkov say "Volchenkov here. What can I help you with, Lieutenant?"

T'Lyt says, "I have been tasked with overseeing cargo handling by Lieutenan Commander Koram. I would like to coordinate with you on this, as inbound cargo is also a security concern -- even if it is only usually a minor one."

From over a compin, you hear Volchenkov say, "Agreed. Just give me a few moments, and I'll be free to discuss the specifics of it."

T'Lyt says, "Thank you. Perhaps you might even have a junior officer you can assign as our liason, to oversee whatever security officers you detail to the job. Please contact me when you are ready to speak of it. T'Lyt out."

T'Lyt taps her compin, and it emits a low chirp.

T'Lyt looks about the room before stepping through the door, cautious to try to avoid an 'escapee'...

From over a compin, you hear Volchenkov say, "I think I've got the right person for that duty. Volchenkov out."

Office - Chief of Ops <Deck C6> [Gibraltar Station]

Though not terribly spacious, this office is well-appointed and comfortable. The central feature of the room is the glass desk, trimmed in cherrywood, which sits with its longest side facing the door. There is a small terminal atop the desk, as well as some personal items of the occupant. Behind the desk is a tan swivel chair, well-cushioned with comfortable armrests, and in front are two smaller copies of this chair for visitors to sit in. The walls are paneled in light cyan and the carpet on the floor is a slightly darker color. Lighting panels line the upper junction between walls and ceiling.

Koram Nobil

T'Lyt is sitting at the desk, working -- being as she has a very 'paperwork heavy' sort of role and that Koram likes to do much of his work in Ops itself, instead of in his assigned office space. When the door opens, she looks up and says, "Hello, Lieutenant Commander. If you wish to work here, I can free your desk in thirty seconds' time."

Koram grins and walks over to stand next to her. "No, lieutenant," he says was a chuckle. "I was just coming to check up on you and see how you were adjusting to the job."

That left eyebrow rises. "It is the same duty I performed aboard the Bellerophon -- different in scope, of course, for being aboard a station and not a ship, with some additional duties, more personnel, some duties differing and others excluded," T'Lyt says. Then, she pauses a moment. The eyebrow lowering, she adds, "I am adjusting well, I believe. Did you receive my communique?"

"I did, Lieutenant," Koram says, tapping a PADD in his hand. "It was concise and to the point. I'd expect nothing less." He sits across from her. "What kind of ship was the Bellerophon?"

T'Lyt goes back to what she was doing -- going through last week's unfinished cargo manifest reports, even those left unfinished from before she was even here. "She was an Intrepid-Class starship," she replies, even as she goes on with the 'rubberstamping' to finalize those reports that can be so handled.

Koram nods his head. "I see," he says leaning back and looking at her over the desk. "Was that your first assignment or where you assigned anywhere else before then?"

"I was posted as a junior operations officer aboard the USS Clement prior to my posting on the Bellerophon," T'Lyt replies. With a final tap at a key, she finishes off the old reports, then says, "I've found one report, left from before my time here, that remains unfinished and, for a discrepancy in the reported mass and the mass recorded by the cargo transporters, I cannot legitimately complete. The mass recorded by the cargo transporters is greater by precisely twenty-two point five kilograms."

Koram stand and walks over to the terminal on the desk. He calls up the information in question. "Hrm," he growls softly. "I don't seem to remember this shipment. It is possible that it was handled by a Junior officer and I obviously hadn't gotten to completing it yet. I'll get right on that one." He enters the info into his PADD. "So the USS Clement," he says with a half-grin. "What was that job like?"

"It was my first posting. I learned much of how ship operations are handled on that tour of duty. Also, it is my responsibility to 'get on' this report. However, I would appreciate any information you are able to provide to me regarding this -- it was before my time here, as I mentioned," T'Lyt says. "Please forward the necessary information to me. If the containers are still aboard, we should request of Security that they be locked down for further inspection."

"Lieutenant," Koram says turning to face T'Lyt. "I respect your determination to follow this and I will take your recommendations into advisement. I will let Security know, and forward the information to you when I deem it necessary. However, what is implied here is that I droped the ball. Therefore, I will pick it up. I trust you have plenty of duties working on the new duty roster for the officers and crewmen as well as docking schedules and resgistry."

Arching that eyebrow again, T'Lyt says, "I imply nothing. It is merely fact that the discrepancy must be investigated. The transporter operator should have flagged the cargo manifest for your attention and that was not done." She turns turns to look over at Koram. "Have I inadvertently upset you? It was not intended."

"No," he says with a sigh. "As you saw on the bridge, I don't get much sleep around here as I should. But I should have seen this when I was supposed to be going through cargo manifests, and I didn't. So the Clement was your first duty station. Did you serve there during the War on the Bellerophon?"

Turning back to the console and starting to go through duty logs for the cargo transporter operator, T'Lyt says, "I served aboard the Bellerophon during the war. Your apparent lack of rest, combined with your duty logs showing how long you'd worked on a daily basis, that spurred me to suggest you delegate more of your duties and responsibilities. "Ah", she then says, pointing at the screen. "Here is something -- there is a single Class J-501 cargo container among several Nebulon-B Type IV containers... and a note by the transporter operator." She quickly brings up the note. "The original container, one of the latter, was damaged prior to transport. The ship's crew transferred the cargo to the only available container in order to be able to transport it aboard the station. The transport operator only failed to flag the manifest about this information. Perhaps that is the cause of the weight-differential."

Koram nods his head, and turns back to the console. "Do you know the weight differential between a Class J-501 container and the Nebulon-B type IV model?" He says with a grin, punching up the same note on his PADD.

"Computer", T'Lyt says, "What is the weight difference between a Class J-501 cargo container and a Nebulon-B Type IV cargo container, when both are empty?" The computer bleeps and, a moment later, replies, "The weight difference is twenty-two and one-half kilograms." T'Lyt arches that eyebrow back up. "Which of the two is heavier, the former or the latter?" she asks. The computer replies, "The former."

"There's our problem," Koram says running a hand through his hair. "Make sure it notes that in the manifest, and send a message to the tranposter operators to keep an eye on incidents like this. If it happens again, they'll hear about it from me." He maks another note on his PADD. "And believe it or not Lieutenant, I'm not as forgiving as you are." He grins and chuckles at his own joke, knowing full well that T'Lyt won't.

"I shall have to be more thorough in my research on a problem before bringing it to your attention," T'Lyt comments, as she attaches a copy of the transporter operator's note to the manifest, along with a note of her own concerning the weight specifications of the two types of cargo containers -- after which she 'rubberstamps' that one, also. "I will inform them in person, so that they will understand the severity of even such a small oversight. Had I not come across the reference to the note in the operator's log, we would have diverted station resources and personnel to what was, truly, a small and easily avoided matter."

"That's me, the Criminally Ineffecient Commander Koram," Koram says falling into the chair across from T'Lyt. "Honestly, I should believe that the Prophets sent you here to keep me effecient. So you served on the Bellerphon during the war, if you don't mind me asking, where was your ship stationed?"

"She was on the Bajoran front. In particular, we were part of the force that recaptured DS9. We were almost crippled screening for the Defiant when she went ahead to the wormhole. I quite well recall believing Sisko's actions suicidal," T'Lyt says. "When the wormhole re-opened, the fleet's commanders were all certain a new wave of Dominion warships was about to join the battle and hand us a sound defeat."

Koram grins half-heartedly. "Yes," he says quietly. "Many parts of that war seemed as though they were going to either last forever, or that they were hopeless. I remember hear the scuttlebutt everyday saying that we were all going to die. Somehow, we held on though. I was no where near Bajor when during the war. I saw my far share of horror though. Afterwards, all I wanted was a quiet detail. Tell me, did you choose your assignment here or was it simply assigned to you?""I chose it from three postings I was offered when the Bellerophon was scheduled for decomission," T'Lyt says. "I, too, wished a more 'quiet' posting, even if it meant that my promotion would not earn me a position as a Chief of Operations." She keys off the console, leaning back in the chair.

"I know you haven't been here for long, Lieutenant," Koram says leaning forward in his chair. "But what are your first impressions of this station and its crew? In your opinion where can we improve, and what if satifactory as it is? I know it sounds redundant to ask a Vulcan, but what are your unbiased feelings?"

T'Lyt arches that eyebrow back up, bringing her hands together and steepling her fingers in thought. After a few moments, she replies, "Other than replacing the mostly-human crew with Vulcans, for efficiency's sake... I can make no such recommendations at this time. I have not been present long enough a time to make such a judgement."

Was that a joke? Or was she serious? Damned straight-face Vulcans... how can you tell when one of 'em is actually trying to be funny?

Koram purses his lips and nods his head. "Yes," he says seeming pleased with what she has said so far. He absently cracks his knuckles for a moment, and makes a note on his PADD. "That should do nicely..." His voice trails away as he stands up and heads for the door.

T'Lyt just arches that eyebrow again before collecting her own PADD from the desktop and moving on out, herself.