Lieutenant Sovick was making his rounds around the commerce area, checking for thieves or fights. He knew that order was a very important factor on a federation station. He walked into Harry's and looked around and saw that everything was in order there. He then decided to check out the Easy Inn it was getting to be that place's peek time.
He walked in and saw a rather drunk civilian trying to talk to another man, about what was wrong in the world today. The man was slobbering and spitting all over the people around him. Sovick walked over to the bar tender, a Bajoran women, fairly attractive women.
"Excuse me are you planning on serving that man over there, any more alcoholic drinks?"
"No he ran out of money several hours ago, and is trying to talk others into buying him drinks."
"Why have you not informed security? Drunken behavior and pan handling are prohibited on the station." Sovick walked over the rather intoxicated male.
"And that's why those Cardie are going to be back."
"Excuse me sir, I must ask you to follow me to the Station's security office."
"Sure thing Mister Vulcan." The man turned to walk out and fell, knocking down a table and breaking it and the glasses on it.
After 20 minutes Sovick, brought the man into a holding cell. Commander Nevar saw the man being brought in and was interested in what the suspect had done. "So Lieutenant, what did he do?"
"Drunk in public, pan handling, destruction of private property."
"Alright fill out the report, I'll see if I can get his name. I think we'll hold him 24 hours, and give him work detail to make up for the damage he caused."
"Isn't there a JAG office on the station?"
"Yeah right, we have 23 deputies. 3 officers in that detachment."
How are we supposed to impose order, and such when the station has no such personnel. Humans, must of planned this station, Sovick thought as he wrote his report.