Situation Briefing [Closed: Members of Security only]

[governmentninja]

Leon had never mentioned it to anyone on board, but on his world he used to be part of the personal security detail for the President of the United States and the First Family. During his career, he's had to guard federal witnesses, judges, senators, criminals, terrorists, classified data, and even weapons of mass destruction and move them from Point A to Point B. Moving a high value target was something he knew how to do.

Normally, though, he had armored vehicles, helicopters, and the full resources of the federal government to aid him. This time, though, he wasn't on his own, but he had a bunch of people he barely knew and wasn't sure he could trust, not to mention no armored vehicles or helicopters. But if it was anything he knew, it was how to get the best out of what he was working with... how to make the best out of a bad situation.

And this was certainly a bad situation.

The Yeerk trial had concluded, and the creature had been found guilty, but sentenced to imprisonment rather than death. However, the only available long-term prison for it was down in Medical, not in the precinct, where it had been for the duration of the trial.

Which wouldn't be much of a problem, except for the fact that Sam was out there, and they knew he would make an attempt to kill the Yeerk. What Leon didn't know was who else was with Sam. This was particularly troubling since Leon suspected that there were a few people on his own team who were working with Sam. The ease and precision in which Sam escaped told him that much.

In addition, he had the feeling that another group was gearing up for this confrontation. Except that he had no idea who they were or what they wanted or if they even existed. It may have just been the heightened tension in the air, but it felt like there were a lot of people gearing up for something big.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to sniff out possible traitors, or look into rogue elements. They could only keep the Yeerk in the Precinct for a few more days before it would starve to death. He was going to have to move it soon.

There were no good options, so Leon had to go with the best of the worst.

When he was ready, he finally called all of security into one of the briefing rooms. In front of where he stood, there was a holographic layout of part of the city, which highlighted the few direct routes between the Precinct and the Hub. Somewhere along those routes Sam would have to attack, since outside of the city, Stacy wouldn't let him.

Out of all of the routes, he chose the widest walkway there. Right now they had Sam outnumbered and outgunned, but none of that mattered if they didn't have room to utilize it.

A group of six, consisting of Leon, The Master Chief, Samus Aran, Worf, Marcus, and Ronon, were going to take the Yeerk. Carol Danvers would be flying overhead. The rest of the Security team would be along the route, keeping watch out for Sam, but their primary function would be crowd control. If Sam attacked, it would be up to them to protect the bystanders first and foremost, and keep others from getting involved. If people started jumping in, the situation could spiral downwards in a hurry. He did not want a riot on his hands The six with the Yeerk would be the primary ones to engage Sam and whoever he had with him.

When Leon addressed the group, he spoke as if he was laying all his cards out on the table, but he did not mention his suspicions about a traitor among them. They needed to trust each other, and they needed to believe that he trusted them. And he did trust them... he trusted them enough to mention the sub-armory, where some of the more high powered weapons, non-lethal riot ordinance (including rubber bullets, flashbangs, tear gas, and beanbag shotgun rounds) and basic body armor (re: Kevlar) was available to them.

But there were still a few cards he was going to play close to the vest.

"All right, people, that's the plan. Any questions?"

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[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Sounds easy. Take out anyone who tries to take the Yeerk from us. Don't worry, my gun's got a stun setting," Ronon says casually. How very reminiscent of meetings back home. He was anxious to get into action after being kidnapped by GLaDOS.

[hatngartersnake.livejournal.com]

"No questions about the plan," Jeka said. "But we may want to leave the tear gas in the sub-armory, since we have no idea how it will affect the non-human members of the crew."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cam wasn't pleased with the fact that they needed security for this mission, but he understood it. You didn't something stupid and rely on the goodwill of strangers not to screw up. Or, in this case, you didn't do something sloppily, and rely on strange people not to do something really stupid.

He didn't like it, but he did understand it. He could do crowd control when he had to, and he had to consider it when he had to, not 'if', or he wouldn't be prepared when something did go down. Crowd control wasn't his specialty, but keeping things running smoothly in the heat of the moment, and keeping civilians safe? Technically, that was.

He had two different kinds of teammates on the main guard crew, anyway. He would have to trust them to do their job well, even though they weren't SG-1, or team he'd worked with in the past.

Cameron crossed his arms, and shook his head. "No questions."

[goddamnwingman]

Of all the Bats, Dick was the one most used to working in a team, so that part of it didn't bother him. What bothered him was the sheer number of unknowns, not just in the crowd but in the security team as well. He didn't know them and it was unusual for him to HAVE to work with a team where he didn't know anybody to start with. Especially when the break out seemed like it practically had to be an inside job.

At least the plan jived with what Batman had pretty much talked him into in the end. Protect the bystanders and keep some bit of order.

"No questions," he piped up, fingers laced together. "I have some smoke bombs that can be added to the armory, though to use them we'd have to outfit the team with masks, at least." To keep them able to breathe.

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

< No questions, Officer Kennedy. >

Ax was the youngest person in the room, and well aware that he was here in spite of Leon's minimum age requirement, and only here because he had some military background and previous experience with Yeerks. And Elfangor had probably stepped in and vouched for him too.

As such, he was handling the situation very formally.

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

Marcus shook his head. "No questions." It was... interesting, being on security instead of the one being secured, but he'd do his job.

[sonof-mogh.livejournal.com]

"I am ready, Mister Kennedy." Worf nodded at the leader of the security force. "I believe my phaser will be the most useful weapon for me to carry on this mission, however, as I have the most familiarity with it and it is capable of non-lethal force."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was leaving no room for errors in this missions. Another mistake might cost more than just her credibility this time.

"No questions."

[deputyjo.livejournal.com]

Jo shook her head and rested her hands on her hips. "Nope, no questions."

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert knew he was on crowd control...but he did have one thing that was bugging him.

"Who's carrying the Yeerk? And if we have someone who can fly, why not just have them take it?"

[governmentninja]

"We have a person who can fly, with no additional air support or cover of any kind. If she were to take it, it would be open season on her." Which was not a wise move, no.

[thetruemsmarvel.livejournal.com]

She was sitting silently listening to the plan and hating that she was even there. She knew it was too good to be true. She was in a new place, with new people, and the same shit kept happening. She just hoped that this time, she'd picked the right side.

"No questions on my part, but I have to say this. If a fight breaks out. I'm out. I will not fight anyone who is a member of this ship. But I will get the prisoner out of there. They'll be gunning for the Yeerk, so if someone comes for it, it's best to get him out fast. I can handle most heavy fire, so I can cover that. I'm also pretty fast in the air." She looks around at the people and frowned. She wasn't going to be able to sleep until this was all over.

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"I hate to say it, but it's probably going to come to a fight. The entire ship is tense over this."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

"Well we're here to make sure the Yeerk is medically OK during transfer," Jean says and looks over at McNinja. "But if something were to arise, I'm sure the two of us could help out if you needed us to."

She takes a deep breath and leans toward McNinja, "I hope you don't mind me volunteering your services."

[wantstobebatman.livejournal.com]

McNinja nods, expression stonily serious for once.

"I'd like to think we won't need to have a fight but since that's unlikely you can count on me."

He had kind of tried to keep neutral about the whole Yeerk issue given his absence for so many important parts of the process - but a decision made was a decision made in the fairest way possible and he was more more comfortable defending a life than taking one.

[prettycoolguy]

"No questions."

The Chief remembers the determination he saw in Sam when he delivered his ultimatum. It's chilling to think back on. It's an eerie feeling to know how likely it is he's about to go up against the people he's come to consider his unit in a vague sort of way.

Most of what he wants is to hold the crew together, the Yeerk's fate is not his primary concern. This is just beyond what he's used to dealing with.

But he can guard, he knows how to do that, and he will.

[hero-sting.livejournal.com]

Chris didn't say much as he arrived and Leon gave the orders and plan. He was a soldier first and foremost, and he would carry them to the letter. Somewhat different than what he was used to, he wouldn't change the course no matter what.

"No questions, sir." He resisted the urge to salute because he knew this wasn't the time.

[governmentninja]

"Look, none of us want to fight other members of the crew." He really didn't want to. "And I know most of you are worried about the effect it'll have on the crew if we do this. I am too. But if we don't do this? If we just hand over the Yeerk to Sam?

"Sam wasn't the judge at the trial. That was James T. Kirk. Sam wasn't part of the jury either, but other members of the crew were. Early on in this process, everyone who was a victim of the Yeerks, Sam included, had a say as to whether or not there would be a trial to begin with. During the trial, Sam also had his say. He had his fair chance, but the votes didn't go his way. And rather than accept that, he's throwing the biggest tantrum I've ever seen.

"If we bow to that, then the whole trial meant nothing. Us calling ourselves ship Security means nothing. The command structure means nothing. Every single way in which this crew has slowly and painfully managed to pull itself together so we can hopefully get the hell off this ship and back home where we belong-- 'cause if we had a shot in hell of doing that on by ourselves, half of us would be home by now-- But the work we've all put in means nothing because when things got tough, rather than stand up and face it, those of us who were supposed to uphold and enforce the rules that this crew is starting build around, buckled to the threats of some petulant child."

He decided to let everyone think on that for a moment.

"Whatever happens, not doing this is not an option, people." Somewhere in this room, he knew at least one person was planning on betraying him. Maybe even the whole damn room. And somewhere inside himself he was praying that he was wrong. But as far as he was concerned, he had a job to do, and so did everyone in that room. He just had to trust them all to do it. While still being prepared in case they did not.

"Now... we have a verdict to uphold, and a prisoner to transport so their sentence can be carried out. You have a few hours to get your gear ready and get your mind right. I'll call you when its time to mount up.

"If no one has anything further, you're dismissed."

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk nods firmly from his position at the back of the room - this is Leon's show, as far as he's concerned. He knows enough to let the head of security do his job. If he has to step in, he will. But for now, he's just along to help out when he can and to offer his moral support. He steps up alongside Leon, speaking to him in a low tone, "Excellent speech, Mister Kennedy. I couldn't agree more. Best of luck to you - to all of us."

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

Carol didn't move for a bit. Just staring at Leon. She let her face break into a smile, even if a part of her mind wanted to cry. She hated her emotions sometimes. Leon was acting, almost like Cap. He was just so sure that he was right about this, and well who was she kidding. He was.

She stood up and left without a word. She needed to go and be alone for a while.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief nods once, solemnly. He gets this. It's more about the ship politics than the Yeerk. It's always been more about the ship politics than the Yeerk, and anyone that can only see it that way is blind as far as he's concerned. The Chief hates it. It's not what he's for. He's not one to give speeches, he's the one standing to the side listening and waiting for it to be over with.

He knows his job. Protect the others and get this whole snarling mess behind them. That's what matters.