I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, Waiting for the eastern glow.
OOC: To avoid confusion, this post is a little out of sync of the timing on everyone else's postings currently. This is taking place the day after the bar fight during which Diziara was apprehended, but all other posting on the station appear to still be that same evening. As it seems I will be soon employed again, and things are moving both quickly and slow (how do you guys do that?), I wanted to establish Dizi's release from the brig before I had the potential of being too busy to post as much as I'd like again. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.
IC: Diziara paced like a wild animal in the small cell she was in. The security crewman on watch was sitting at a computer terminal checking his personal messages. Diziara tried to read over his shoulder, but he was too far away and the text was too small.
"You might be getting out of there soon," the crewman said over his shoulder and continued to read his messages. "Someone just leaked some information about security holes in the systems you're being accused of manipulating to murder Jefferies. It looks like the only person on the station with all the skills needed to pull off the job is that Engineer, McKay. I'd assume Lieutenant Navarro would just ignore this information for a couple days, just because she seems to not like you, but the message and attached reports were forwarded to half the murder investigation team. She probably will avoid you and let someone else actually release you," the crewman explained.
"McKay framed me!?" Diziara punched the forcefield in front of her repeatedly.
"Calm down, ma'am. With the information we just received, we'll have enough to bring him in."
"May I suggest you bring the bastard in before you release me, so that you're not hauling in a corpse?" Diziara hissed through her teeth.
"Uh, yes ma'am." The crewman quickly called up the right people to start the process, and Diziara sat down on the floor of her cell again, pondering what she'd do if the bastard got off.
Maybe half an hour later, McKay was brought in without ceremony or fight until he saw Diziara pacing in her cell.
"You're not going to put me in there with her, are you?" he asked, and attempted to pull out of the grip of the two security goons who'd hauled him in.
"No sir, we want you alive in order to legally have you punished for your crimes. We suspect that she wouldn't even leave a piece big enough to clone if we locked the two of you in together." To confirm this, Diziara growled and spit obscenities in a combination of English and Klingon directed at McKay.
"Ma'am, Lieutenant Navarro has authorized me to release you. We'll get started just as soon as we've got McKay safely behind a force field," the crewman who'd been on watch told her, drawing her cursing to a stop.
Once she'd confirmed that her d'k tahg had not been taken into custody when they'd hauled her in, she stopped by So Long and Thanks For All the Fish to pick up her uniform and was happy to find that someone had been nice enough to pick up the d'k tahg and put it aside for her. Whoever it was had also collected her new silly drinking helmet, so she carried that off too.
She was surprised that Ryan wasn't on for his usual afternoon shift, but decided not to waste her time asking Wade what was up. She figured if the gossip was any good, she'd hear about it soon enough, and headed back to her quarters to see how her cat was doing.
Once she'd fed Delilah, and taken a sonic shower, she sat down to check her messages. There were half a dozen various crew mates, who she didn't specifically remember, stating they didn't believe she'd done it and were happy to hear she was out of the brig. There was a note from Mouse telling her what he'd done, and asking her to have dinner with him tonight. The last message waiting for her was from Julia Paris, Admiral Paris' wife. Having not heard from her since she'd been transferred out of the Admiral's service years ago, this puzzled Diziara.
Diziara,
I had heard you'd been shoved off to that dreadful Starbase 668, and I have been working on Owen for the last year to get you a transfer. I think I have finally won him over, so you should be receiving transfer orders soon. I hope this message finds you well, and I wish you the best.
Julia
Diziara smiled, and quickly whipped up a thank you note before going to pick out something to wear for dinner with Mouse. She selected something particularly nice because she suspected he was going to be disappointed to hear she likely had a ticket off this bucket of bolts.