Debriefing with the CCO

[Gostir]

You are called into the office of Hanna Nash after the shift to explain your actions.
Tell her about what you did that was bad enough to get you in trouble with CC and recieve her judgement.

(Can be a retelling of ingame events, or something you just made up - be creative)

[Moffy_Paroll]

Elliot Paroll: Head of Personnel

”Well, to start the NTR called me into zheir office because I was whispering with zhe other NTR I zhink?? And I didn’t want to get into trouble so I lied and said we where whispering about zhe GORILLA a borg left outside mein office and while we where in there I disassembled zhe fire in the office, it was hurting mein head. And it could have easily been fixed but instead the NTR said zhat I was paying for it. Fine I know I will do zhat. Zhen both the Magistrate and NTR kept lighting zheir lighters which led to zhem both trapping me in zhe Magistrates office and forcing me to look at a lighter WITHOUT GIVING A SINGLE DAMN ABOUT VHAT I TRIED TO EXPLAIN TO ZHEM ABOUT VHAT I WAS AFRAID OF!! Zhen having zhe audacity to say “What happened to your friend was purely incidental” LIKE ZHEY KNEW MY TRAUMA!! AND TO ADD INSULT TO FUCKING INJURY, put a LIGHTER IN MY HAND!! and zhen got told I’m going to “hear from zhem in 10 work days for how I vas acting.” GOD DAMNIT!!”

[IdemFromidemland]

Braden Christopher, IAA

“Oh good afternoon Officer H- Nash, so uh… you wanted to know what happened during the little communication mishap? Well, I am here to assure you that it was all that conniving captain’s fault! That treasonous captain was intercepting our communications! How do I know this? At the end of the shift I found a packet with all the intercepted faxes and… shockingly enough, a job offer from the syndicate! For the captain! Truly horrible stuff… truly, did you know they even tried to frame me of all people?! Your loyal servant, truly a horrible person… and such an unfortunate accident, oh well! I trust Internal Affairs will handle the captain accordingly to their crimes. And if you ever want some more French toast you know who to fax!
Also what was the last person screaming about, some lighter? I think they are a littleeee crazy”

Surely Braden wasn't that NTR… right? (He was, the asshole)

[kthulu278]

Relilikav swallows nervously. His arms are tucked neatly behind his back, and he is standing straight-backed, enough so that he almost looks off-center.

"To be entirely clear, I am uncertain as to what happened during this last shift. As Research Director, it was my job to ensure that the R&D Department runs smoothly, and for most of it, it did," he says, clearly choosing his words carefully, "Until later in the shift, we stopped receiving materials from Logistics. When I asked for more, I was told to 'Buy some with your own department's money,' and so I did, until the department's budget was used up."

Relilikav sighs tiredly; it is clear he has been worn thin by the last shift.

"It was after the fact that the lion's share of problems happened. We ran out of materials again, and we had no money to purchase them. I, again, went to Logistics with the issue, and was told much of the same. With no materials, R&D cannot work. I would like to go on the record to state that I did not encourage any so-called strike, and actively discouraged ideas of unionization. In fact, when my subordinates brought up the idea, I immediately shot it down. They went behind my back and did so anyways. I do not like shifting the blame onto others; but that is the truth, as I see it. I believe that the appropriate punishments should be administered, and I will accept demotion if necessary," he finishes, his feathers tight against his skull.

[Dove]

Bound Curiosity sits hunched in her chair, knees pressed together and hands clasped around a crumpled packet of Dromedarys. Her red-rimmed eyes are wet, and she roughly rubs a hand over them, continuing to look down at the table as she speaks, her tone wavering, barely holding it together.

“Why am I even here? I already told the Captain and the Chief Engineer what happened.”

She sighs at the answer, tearing at the corner of the packet.

“Formality..right.” A deep breath in. “Like I told them, I was teaching my assistant how to deal with anomalies, search patterns, containment and removal, basic stuff. It was...it was their first day. The uhm, the CE let me know over command comms that the anomaly was in the antechamber of the supermatter, always gotta remove those. So she let us in, closed the shutters and left. I showed my assistant how to scan the anomaly and set up the APE, they set it to the containment particles, and after a couple pulses it was decayed.”

She takes a deep shuddering breath, fingers digging into her arms.

“It happened over..not more than four seconds. I was about to hand them the wrench, and the SM..it just..appeared behind them. And...they...turned into it..vaporized in a second, didn’t even scream. I’ve never...I’ve never seen that happen to anyone...I know that’s what it does but..”

She pauses as a nearly empty vodka bottle is placed on the table, face contorting and brow furrowing, listening to the next question.

“I wasn’t drunk! I always grab a bottle to deal with radiation sickness from artifacts, I don’t take more than a sip and I wasn’t the only person using it today!”

Her breathing quickens, shoulders tensing and spines flexing as she becomes more agitated. Lashing out as a defensive measure.

“Why would I even want to hurt them? I care about people! I care about science and teaching and peoples fucking lives! I would never do anything to harm somebody in my care!”

Her breathing is erratic now, the gills on her neck flaring as she spirals. Then the door opens and her head snaps to it, the sight causing her shoulders to instantly relax, her breathing growing calmer in a moment. An older man stands in the doorway, a lit cigarette pinched between thin lips. He is tall and thin, dark brown hair just starting to gray combed and set, his deep blue CC suit immaculately tailored. His face is the perfect placid mask, ice blue eyes locked on Nash even as he moves to stand beside Bound, dropping a pack of Dromedarys on the table. His voice is smooth and soft, carrying the smugness of someone who knows exactly how much they are worth.

“Officer Nash, I am terribly sorry, but I must cut this interview short. The Captain already gave his statement, and new information from the Chief Engineer has cleared this matter up completely. There is no need to waste anymore of your precious time.”

He ushers the young thaven up and out the door, passing her a silver lighter and waiting until she leaves to turn around. His voice now carries a sharp edge of threat, the mask still in play, only his true feelings revealed by razor thin pupils.

“In future I would highly advise you take a more careful look at employee profiles, Nanotrasen does so hate when someone oversteps their...jurisdiction. If this happens again I will have to suggest some...re-evaluation.”

He smiles, but it holds no mirth, even as his eyes close in the facsimile of pleasantness.

“Have a good evening, Ms. Nash.”

He closes the door, leaving the scent of mystery and smoke.