Jackets are Required "
By: Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.17 1600

==Main Security==

It was clear to Melissa that the Security staff had learned from their recent training. The transfer of the prisoners had thus far gone very smooth, however, you would not know it in the eyes of her men; they looked and behaved as if trouble was just around the corner. From her office, she watched her staff as another group of prisoners were escorted in.

The prisoners were brought into the main security section. Several security guards stationed around the room armed with phaser rifles kept a close watch on them. Once all of the prisoners scheduled for this transport were there, they were addressed by a Klingon called K'tor. He was a representative from the Rura Penthe penal colony.

"Hello, I am K'tor," he began in a menacing tone, "You are about to be welcomed to Rura Penthe." He paused as one of the security personal handed out heavy coats. "The coats you a re receiving are standard issue. For those of you not fmailiar with our frozen rock, it is very cold. You will thank us for the gift." He scowled, "Put them on now."

Most of the prisoners did as they were told, however, one of them tossed his on the ground, "And if I don't," he asked.

K'tor continued talking as if he had not heard him. "On your arrival, you will be welcomed," he chuckled as he said it, "by the warden. Pay close attention to what he sa-"

The defiant prisoner suddenly lunged at one of Melissa's security officers grabbing a hold of his phaser rifle. Melissa noted that the security guard, although surprised, thought quickly, he focused his attention on the rifle's power cell and expertly popped it out before allowing the prisoner to have the rifle.

The prisoner turned the gun triumphantly on the guard and pulled the trigger; nothing happened. The guard held up the inert power cell and said, "Need this?"

The prisoner revised his grip on the rifle and attempted to use it as a club, however, another guard stationed above them hit him square in the chest with a phaser blast. The prisoner fell to the ground.

"There is always one," said K'Tor, "You there," he pointed at another prisoner put his coat on him." He then pulled a communicator from his belt and uttered several words in the harsh klingon language.

Melissa watched as the orange shimmering transporter effect took the prisoners away. She was quite glad to see them go. Rura Penthe was the best place for these prisoners. She had to admit she was impressed with K'tor and the transport team. They were very experienced with this type of thing. The coats that they so graciously gave them contained a tracking device, that allowed their ship to lock on and beam them away. All in all things were going well, Melissa estimated that they would be finished with the transfer by the end of the day. She was certain she would sleep easier when they were gone.