Tom wondered why he volunteered for the Team Building Training Exercise. As the exercise was starting he could just think of Felicity telling him to get to know the crew.

She is right Tom thought. He would never admit to tell the Captain that she might be right once in a while. If he was going to achieve his long-term goal there might be a moment that he might need to trust a member of her crew. Also, a moment in which the crew needed to trust him. That he was more than his record would say.

[…]

Damn! Jett thought as the program initiated. He looked around and observed that it was an ordinary cabin in the woods. A lot of the introduction of the scenario was redacted and he knew that this was going to require them to beat the scenario.

Tom was confident that he would try his best, but he started not in the best situation. He felt his hands cuffed with mental. “This is gravy” . He said to himself as he tried to feel the metal handcuff. Testing their strength of the metal he felt the coldness of them in his wrist. Breaking out of them with sheer strength, like Samson might or might not be possible but odds are he would hurt himself in the process.

He began inspecting the rest of the Cabin when he observed a female Hispanic woman in front of him. She hard dark eyes and dark hair. Tom did not recognize her from the past or if he did it was in passing. He looked at her outfit and saw a phaser.

Putting his hands up Tom said “Don’t shoot” . Tom asked.

“Tom Jett…it’s looks like I’m your partner. And your name?”. Tom mentioned as he introduced himself to the female person and asked for her name as he did not know how he was. He began looking around and said “Interesting that they gave you the phaser. As much as I would like you to shoot this cuff of me, the phaser being a beam energy weapon will likely burn or hurt me. Which means we need to find another solutions. Do you mind checking my pocket to see if there is a key or a clue? Then we should look around for clues.” . Tom asked. He figured she was given something he was given an item as well. While destroying the handcuff might seem reasonable if there was less destructive means to conserve their resources he would be more than willing to do it.

Tag Rio Sosa

Tom could not help but slightly shake his head on disapproval as she commented about him getting fresh. Jett remembered the name and put it on his memory “Sosa”. And realized it was his partner she mentioned she was security and probably the reason to give her the phaser.

Jett acknowledged that she was security. And that she had a bad feeling about this.

“Yeah…I know the feeling because starting with Handcuffs, in a cabin, in the middle of the woods, and the other person is armed. Is hardly a good start. For all I know this scenario is a Resident Evil Remake stuff.” . Tom commented as he looked around.

He began to explore the cabin he wondered “Sorry to disappoint you but when I came into this…I did not checkmark handcuff please options” Tom said as he wondered why he started with the cuffs. “My guess if it a team building exercise, I am supposed to rely on you to get out of this. . Tom commented.

“Either that or a clue…I don’t know. So you mention you are security right…so my guess Starfleet?” . Tom asked as he was trying to get to know his partner better.

Rio Sosa

Tom nodded as she talked. As she called him sir, and she was Starfleet she had a flashback of the days that he was an officer. He looked at his cuffs again and remembered the first time he was placed on one of them.

[U.S.S. Agincourt – 2379]

Captain Thomas Jett sat on his desk as he reviewed information from the day to day of the ship. He was in a training assignment in which most of his senior officers were recent Academy graduates. The purpose is to give them more hands on experience in being a Department heard in a controlled environment. Tom knew that he would not see much action and excitement as it was his job to try and teach how it worked.

He remained in his desk pulled out a PADD that he had hidden. The PADD said on it U.S.S. Icarus. As it contained all the information that it was available to him. In fact some of them behind Starfleet Intelligence.

“Why classify a missing ship? The only thing I can think of is for Diplomatic Purposes, they were really part of a clandestine operation, secret experiment or they found something” . Tom said as he placed the PADD down.

Within seconds he heard a beep. ”Once second….”. He said as he quickly his the PADD in a secret compartment in his desk. “Enter” .

As he mentioned the Command, his Chief of Security entered his Ready Room. He was a Vulcan, and he was armed with a Phaser. “Ummm….Ensign why are you armed?” . Tom asked as this was very unusual. He had a Phaser hidden in his Ready Room but it was out of sight. In short, if the Ensign wanted to kill him he could. Tom’s piercing blue eyes looked at the male Vulcan Green eyes. With no emotion in his voice he said “Captain Thomas Marion Jett, under Orders of Admiral Ellis, I am placing you under arrest and reliving you of Command of the Agincourt”. The Vulcan said as he had handcuffs with him.

Tom nodded as he did not want to fight his Chief of Security and extended his hands. As quickly the Cuffs where placed into his wrist. The beginning of the end of his carrier…

[Present Day – Cabin]
“Please call me Tom or Jett, Sir makes me feel uncomfortable. Makes me feel like an old man.” [/font]. Tom said calmly. He was not upset and smiled as the half attempt of humor that it was because he was old. It was the first thing that he could think off.

Tom began walking around looking around and said “Lockpicking skills, not exactly Standard Starfleet Training Procedures, which means there is more to you than a grunt Starfleet Officer.. Tom commented. “Agreed, on both the picks and the plan of action. . Tom looked at the Cabin and tried to see if they were Cabin and tools around to help with the lock. Maybe if they were lucky they would find the key as well.

“Sosa, do you mind checking the power levels in the Phaser? Important to know how many shots we have, if they are low” Tom suggested. “Why can this not be like Resident Evil games in which the Bad Guys conveniently leaves behind Memo’s with secrets and keys lying around” He muttered to himself as he hope that they were more clues than a Phaser and a handcuff.

Tag Rio Sosa

“Please call me Tom or Jett, Sir makes me feel uncomfortable. Makes me feel like an old man.”

"Oh, I don't know...maybe you are? Rio gave him a cheeky grin as she started rummaging around the cabin, not really finding much of interest. "But yeah, 'Jett' it is...sir."

“Lockpicking skills, not exactly Standard Starfleet Training Procedures, which means there is more to you than a grunt Starfleet Officer.."

"Just a grunt, not an officer." Grinning, Rio rolled her eyes. "I'm too smart to want all that responsibility and accountability. Nope, I'm a blissful crewman, all the fun, none of the work!" Honestly, she didn't have any current ambition to advance in rank, she just wanted to do a good job right where she was. "And...maybe there's a bit of a shady past somewhere." He could figure on his own what that meant.

“Agreed, on both the picks and the plan of action."

"Of course, a plan is only good if you have the pieces." Frowning, she pulled open a drawer, but all she found were some shredded scraps of paper. "Can't use this..."

“Sosa, do you mind checking the power levels in the Phaser? Important to know how many shots we have, if they are low” Tom suggested. “Why can this not be like Resident Evil games in which the Bad Guys conveniently leaves behind Memo’s with secrets and keys lying around”

Never heard of 'Resident Evil'," she commented, pulling the phaser out to check, "but I'd prefer just no bad guys. We got half power, and it looks like it's set to stun only.' She shrugged. "If we need to stun something..."

tap, tap, taps...

"What's that?" Did she really want to know? Then she spotted a little spider scurrying across the floor and stomped on it, getting a bit of satisfaction from the crunchy squish it made. "Just a..."

Then there was another, and another, and...suddenly dozens of the beasties crawling out of the woodwork, quite literally, all seeming to be headed to a window.

"Oh...just no!" She really didn't like spiders, and stared a bit of a dance as she tried stomping while not getting anything crawling up her leg!

Thomas Jett

“Hey…Rio. I’m here, look at me focus on me, we will get through this.”

"I'd rather focus on stomping these things before they crawl up our noses and eat our brains!" Rio did look at him before squishing two more of the critters. The floor was starting to get slick from all the spider guts and a pungent aroma was wafting off the bodies.

“Think…Tom….Think”

"Yes, please." She stomped more bugs, noting that they all seemed to be headed to the window, and not necessarily interested in them. Still, that didn't mean they wouldn't decide to react at some point, and she had to wonder if they were poisonous. "Think..."

Tom then thought “We can use the wood and paper to make a makeshift torch to protect you from the Spider…we can also look for Vinegar and Water and wash you with them…but you need to do it.”

"Torch maybe not a good idea in a log cabin?" But then, if they burned the place the bugs would (mostly) go with it, right? Except for the ones that escaped and would be very (rightly) pissed off.

"Wash in vinegar and water?" Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him skeptically, then shrugged. "Didn't see any vinegar, but..." Slipping and squishing, she crossed to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of chardonnay, then using it to smash a spider on the shelf. "But what about you?" Certainly, he wasn't immune to venom?

"And what's that noise outside?" Did she want to know?

tap
tap tap tap...

Thomas Jett

"Are you sure about this?" Sitting on the edge of the table, Rio drew her feet off the floor to let spiders dart by on the floor, grateful that they didn't seem to be interested in anything but the window, and that they weren't (yet) falling from the rafters.

"Aren't you worried about those things crawling up your pant legs and getting to your...boys?" Jett seemed pretty calm about the whole thing, considering that they were scampering over his shoes in their dash to get to the window. But then she had an idea.

"Hey, no need to dump this over my head, right?" She indicated the bottle she was holding. "I mean, if it's the stench that repels them, and they are on the floor, we can just pour it over our..."

Before she could finish the proposal, the tapping on the window became outright banging, until the glass finally gave way and shattered inward!

"What th' hell?" Dropping the bottle, Rio turned to face the window, bringing up the phaser.

"I think you're right, burning this place down might be the least of our worries." They might have to go out the way that whatever was wanting in, wasn't, but then, the door was right next to the now-broken window, and there was really no sort of exit on the other side.

Laying on her stomach, Rio tried to reach down for the dropped bottle, only then actually realizing what Jett was using to slap away his spiders.

"Hey!" She sat back on the table, keeping her feet off the floor. "I have an idea...let me light that paper...you keep creepy-crawly things away from us for a minute...I'm going to bust up one of these chairs, I bet I can get a nail to use as a pick."

Freeing Jett from the cuffs was a huge priority, and if they could get him free, they could work together to find a way out.

Thomas Jett