Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on May 5, 2021 23:16:26 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Kerelia Colony LZ-2It didn't take Riyo long to get to the infirmary, with how there were only a few streets in the colony thus far. Walking in, he gave a nod of greeting to Mabel, assuming she was there to take note of his observations as he made them. Of course he would still have his own report to compile, but at least she'd be able to forward on the pertinent information for the investigation. Let's get this over with... he thought with an internal sigh, and turned towards the table that held the body. That was when he froze. His pale blue eyes darkened a shade and the muscles in his jaw flexed, and for a moment he just stared. His chest tightened as he felt a whirlwind of emotions, and for the first time in his life he wished the Cardassian in front of him was alive. When a patient was looking at him, talking to him, it was far easier to see them as an individual. A person who may or may not have had anything to do with the atrocities done to his people. But a corpse was a symbol. Not an individual, but the face of a species that bred violence and cruelty. With a deep, slow breath, he stepped up to the side of the table, his eyes never leaving the body in front of him. He absently set his med kit on the tray beside him, tilting his head slightly as he stared down at the lifeless face. The face of every Cardassian that had chased them out of their clinic. "Lieutenant..." he began, his voice quieter than he had meant. He cleared his throat. "Please call in one of the medical staff on site. I'll need assistance." And by 'assistance', he meant someone to report him if he crossed an ethical line. What was it Felicity had suggested when the flashbacks returned? Bless the dead and let them go. But he couldn't even remember the names of everyone he had lost. Blinking, he pulled himself back and began the sterilization procedures. He avoided looking at the body again, instead trying to focus on the memory suppression techniques that T'Aco had taught him. It was far more difficult to do when the trigger was laying right behind him.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 5, 2021 23:40:52 GMT
[NPCs - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen & Simkha Rif[fn]{Click for an explanation of his name}"sim kharif" is a Hebrew phrase for ordering hot peppers, usually in one's falafel. Fortunately for Simkha, there are precious few Hebrew speakers out here. [/fn] - Infirmary, Colony, LZ-2]Mabel wasn't sure what was going on with the doctor. She was aware that he had an expansive medical record, though she was not of nearly high enough clearance to see such things (nor should she), though given the fact that he was a Bajoran, operating on a Cardassian old enough to have been active during the occupation, the simpler explanation seemed far, far likelier. "I'll get someone, sir."She headed into the next room, where she saw an olive-skinned gentleman with curly hair in scrubs. He was wiping his mouth, after having wolfed down some falafel. "You, sir, what's your name?" she asked him. "Simkha Rif, what's up?" he answered. "We need a nurse to help with an autopsy," she explained. "I'll do it, no problemo."He assumed she was Starfleet, between the combadge and the bossy attitude, and he was right. "I'm nurse Simkha Rif," he introduced himself to the doctor. "I'm not with Starfleet, but I am licensed."Simkha washed his hands, to prepare for the job. It wouldn't do to get hummus on a dead body.
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on May 6, 2021 4:54:04 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Shavan Th'zhaar - Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] “I suppose.” Shavan shrugged, content enough to let the subject of the murder go. Kova was probably right. Maybe in some messed up way, he only wanted to imagine some hidden motive or conspiracy. Because that was just the way the world worked. Or so he had believed, before Caldonia. It would be better not to think on it any more. So he glanced toward the housing units when she changed the subject. “I don’t know, I wasn't really listening either,” he admitted. He didn't know all that much about the colony, or Kerelia in general for that matter. Just because he was a science officer did not mean he was the type to wave a tricorder around in the jungle. If Kova was genuinely interested, she might have been better off actually paying attention to the tour. “Would you want to live in one?,” he asked, curious. Almost as if summoned by the topic of conversation, another distraction then arrived, but not necessarily the most welcome one. Shavan looked up at the human who spoke to them, wondering what she could possibly want. He was also not in the mood to explain who he was and what he did here… or more accurately, currently was not doing. “Can I help you with something?” he asked in a carefully neutral tone, choosing an only slightly more diplomatic approach. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD - N 3rd St, LZ-2]=A= "Thank you, doctor. Eastman out." =A= Judy clasped her hands behind her back, aware, from a distance, that Niles seemed to be mingling. "We'll have to load him on top of the other stuff. Too many wandering eyes here," she decreed. She ordered a construction worker to help lift the body, and then drag the lift out to the infirmary quickly. "Mr. Mora, these cranes keep a log of whose credentials activate them each day. I want you to check that log, and see if there's anything suspicious in it. I'll find a list of the scheduled operators, in the meantime."There was, however, one other administrative task to do. =A= "Eastman to Henriksen. I need you to report to the infirmary. We're conducting a wrongful death investigation after finding a dead Cardassian hanging from a crane, and I need you there to take the report when the autopsy is completed." =A= =A= "Yes, ma'am." =A= [Ens. Syl O'Connell - Kerelia - Colony N 3rd St.]Once she regained control of the mounting anxiety, Syl turned back and rejoined Charlie and Rimi, just in time to hear Lt. Niles ask to use Olsen for the investigation. "At least we know Olsen will come back," she muttered, not particularly caring if the man heard her. Her dry humor had gotten even more prominent since their return. Joking about the situation kept her from screaming at everyone she felt had been involved in leaving them behind. Besides, it still amazed her that the little robot had caught up to them the moment they had left The Pit. The fact that something that was supposedly not sentient showed more loyalty than the people who claimed to care about what happened to them spoke volumes to her. Hearing the girl whispering her commentary off to the side did bring a smile to her face. Sure, since she was still a commissioned officer with Starfleet, Syl probably shouldn't be encouraging such broadcasts. By the time she was released to go back to duty, maybe she would care. [NPC - Louisa Keltner, PhD - N 3rd St, LZ-2]Louisa was a bit dismayed by the chilly reaction, but she didn't let it show. "I wouldn't mind some feedback on the tour, but I can see your girlfriend here isn't in the mood," she answered briefly. She tended to make assumptions, and sometimes they were wrong. "But, if you want to give me some anyway, or if you want to talk about a career outside of Starfleet, you know where to find me."Louisa began to walk towards her office in the Ops center, though slowly enough that the blue-skinned duo could follow her. [Charlie Fox - Crane Street, LZ-2, Kerelia]Charlie watched Josh as he refused Olsen's UI PADD and then in a roundabout way, asked her to do it herself. She shrugged again, remaining silent. Unusual for her, perhaps, to be so monosyllabic, but she had learned a valuable lesson or two over the course of her stay in prison, the biggest lesson of all being that sometimes she should keep her opinions to herself. Sometimes. That didn't mean that she didn't find Syl's dry wit or the girl's narration both highly amusing. And her one-time cellmate was right about one thing; Olsen was a lot more reliable than most. The drone had stayed, buried in sand and scanning that Pit incessantly until they'd finally broken free of it. With a small smile, she turned her attention to the readouts on the screen and began mapping the area. She was disappointed that they were removing the Cardy's body so quickly, because that wasn't best practice, in her opinion, but she supposed it was probably the best course of action considering the audience, and how little Starfleet liked to appear out of control. This was all quite out of control, really, but she wasn't about to fix it. "Olsen's facial recognition has identified him," she said conversationally to Syl, loudly enough to be overheard by any livestreaming teenagers with a knack for stringing sentences together. "Dr. Veho Murra. War criminal." She glanced over at Rimi, then away again, and went back to pretending she wasn't there, trying to take candid footage of their backsides. She probably shouldn't be encouraging it, or giving away leads, but Charlie doubted very much that there'd be cross-over in their follower demo. Up above them, the holodrone flew the grid of the scene. Once it was complete and Olsen had his autonomy returned, he began to follow the crewman who had operated the crane around. "Done!" She called out to Josh. "Where do you want it?" As far as she knew, nobody in the field had equipment, which meant there'd be technical work done somewhere prefabricated, grey and sterile - hooray. [ LT Joshua Niles - N 3rd St, Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia ]Frankly, Niles was half-expecting to be told to go and pound sand when he asked Charlie to operate Olsen for him. And truth be told, he wouldn't have blamed her for it one bit. There was no doubt that having been abandoned on Caldonia had taken quite a toll on all those involved. Hell, the journalist was so quiet he might have thought she was a changeling rather than the genuine article if he had not known she had been through a traumatic event he didn't even dare try and imagine. But, she had acquiesced, and while Olsen was flying all over the scene and readings were coming into his tricorder, he overheard the young woman providing her narration, about how Starfleet was somehow acting as jackboots in the matter, and he turned around to face her. Of course, he could not ask her to stop what she was doing, but that hardly meant he could not address it. "Young miss, what you might not have heard is that I am asking Miss Fox for her assistance, not ordering it, and barring a judicially verifiable need none of what she will capture will be ordered kept secret. And..."He heard the identification that was made of the dead Cardassian. "This gets better and better..." he muttered. A Cardassian war criminal, found during a Bajoran festival? That made the notion that it was a coincidence extremely unlikely. And just as he was ordering his thoughts about the matter, Charlie spoke up again. Where did he want the information? "To my tricorder for now, if you please. And, thank you, Charlie."Those last four words, he made a point to speak warmly and set aside the business at hand. He wanted to be able to call her a friend, but after Caldonia, he was doubting if she'd ever consider anyone in a Starfleet uniform who hadn't been in that hellhole one ever again. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - N 3rd St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] Shavan seemed content with the idea of avoiding the trap of dwelling on the murder. After all, that was how one got drawn in to the allure of a mystery. It would chip away at one's curiosity, until there was no choice other than to solve it. Of course, he confessed that he hadn't been paying much attention during the tour either, and wasn't able to offer any sort of insight about the living units there at the colony. Yet, he did follow up with a question that Kova hadn't expected. He'd asked if she wanted to live in one of the units. Kova wasn't one to readily show fear, but there was a part of her that was afraid of the answer. A long sigh left her lips as she shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know," she answered. "I just... I don't know if I can stay aboard the station. Not after what happened." It wasn't something she'd shared with anyone else, including her fellow former captives. "But... where else can someone go, when they can't go home?" Of course, whether home was Andoria or the station... neither place seemed eager to welcome her with open arms. Kova's personal musings were then upon the woman, Dr. Keltner, whom had introduced herself to both Shavan and Kova. Of all things, she wanted feedback on the tour. It wasn't likely that either Kova or Shavan could help her there. Of course, what really seemed to get Kova's attention was the mention of Kova actually being Shavan's girlfriend. "Girlfriend?! But we're...." she began, even more annoyed than before. How could the woman just jump to such a conclusion. Just because they both had antennae and weren't pink-skins, they were mates by default? She even managed to throw in a job offer as she started to leave. Dr. Keltner's presumptuous nature didn't exist in a complete void. Shavan was attractive... and eccentric. In fact, when they had met earlier, over a year ago, there may have been a spark. Yet, nothing more had ever come of it. Kova pondered over what the woman could possibly mean when she mentioned a career outside of Starfleet. Of all things, why mention that? "Hey, what did you mean by a career outside of Starfleet?" Hopefully, she wasn't talking about doing these boring tours. Yet, if this was something that could potentially lead to a change of scenery and dwelling....
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar , Judith Eastman (Dr. Keltner)
[Crewman Ezra Mora - N 3rd St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] The captain deemed that time was of the essence, and opted to simply place the body on top of whatever was on the anti-grav unit. She gave the assignment to a construction worker that was on the scene, and tasked him with delivering the body to the infirmary. Ezra wasn't going to complain about not having to transport a corpse. Yet, it seemed Captain Eastman had other plans for Ezra. She mentioned accessing the log on the crane to possibly see if he could learn whom had last accessed the machine. That would certainly be a helluva a clue. "Aye, Captain," was all the man said before moving back to the crane. As he reached the crane, he immediately tried to access the logs to see who the last people to use it were. The most recent entry was standard Starfleet override, which was his code. As an engineer, it granted him access to use the machine. He searched back and could see most of the entries rather clearly, though it seemed that at least one entry was encrypted. He made note of the time it had been in operation with that user, and then returned to report what he'd learned to Captain Eastman. "Captain," he said as he moved closer to his commander, "most of the users of the crane were authorized users from the work crew manifest. There was one user-entry in the log that was scrambled. Only way to encrypt information in the log, is with some sort of administrative override. If I had to guess, I'd say someone was trying to cover their tracks. We could try a decryption algorithm, but from what I've seen... that user will have to decrypt it or a hell of a systems specialist may be able to salvage some worthy intel. Either way... it could take hours, but we could still turn up nothing, ma'am."
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[ Rimi Mora - Crane St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] One thing Rimi knew was sarcasm, and the ladies present seemed to be tossing it around in spades at this Fleeter flatfoot. Rimi's mind was distracted as she tried to figure out what the drama was that she'd missed out on. Was this guy some sort of player, and had done either of these ladies wrong or perhaps one of their friends? No, if that were the case, the verbal attack would have been more direct. No, this was something more obvious... probably more public. Whatever they were pissed at him about, Rimi quickly began to understand how this guy earned their ire. Rimi's eyes widened at the expression he'd use to address her. "Young miss?!" she repeated. Was this guy someone's grandpa? She simply stared at him as he tried to explain the Fleet's position. That he wasn't commandeering the woman's footage or trying to control the narrative. Though, this woman at least had a name: Charlie Fox. Why was that name so familiar? Rimi's eyes narrowed as she stared up at the man. "But.. isn't that exactly what you're doing now?" she asked. "You're insisting that your interpretation of events is the right one... in light of another interpretation that you 'overheard' is contrary to the way things 'actually are.'" Rimi had literally air-quoted overheard and actually are as she spoke. The mention of the dead Cardie actually being a war criminal was some extra spice. How does a guy like that even wind up at a Bajoran festival. Of course, he wasn't the only Cardassian. Rimi was certain she'd seen another Cardassian somewhere around here. A woman in fact. Rimi still didn't trust this security officer. She'd come across her fair share that would readily confiscate her comm-unit for merely existing. Thus, she was stuck settling for bad footage, but hoped the audio was at least worth it. "Is it common for war criminals to parade around those that they oppressed for over fifty years, or is this guy one that just happened to slip through Starfleet's fingers?" If he was... it shouldn't come as a surprise if the Bajorans found justice where the rest of the Federation had overlooked it.
Tag: Charlie Fox , Joshua Niles , Syl O'Connell , Others
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Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341 Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on May 6, 2021 6:00:07 GMT
[Eta Borir - 3rd St., LZ-2, Kerelia] Eta put the pieces back on the floor. "Yes and no. We have something similar, but it basically serves the same purpose."
She picked up a cone and lifted it. Underneath it was something.
The Cardassian knelt down and picked the thing up before wiping away the dirt with her hand. "Looks like....a tricorder," she said not really out loud, but enough for Max and Michael to hear. With a well-chosen command, she had the thing flip open and try to scan something with it. "According to this device here, the material these cones are made of is pure water," she grumbled, tapping it not really routinely, yet relatively determinedly. She guided the piece along. "Hold on, I'm Xindi as of today," she muttered before guiding the part down to Max. "And you are...a Betazoid. Now that's what I call a species transformation. Probably your engineer wife can do more with that than I can."
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on May 6, 2021 13:16:01 GMT
[Festival Area - Colony, LZ2, Kerelia]
After consulting the map of the colony and being careful not to take the children anywhere near the site where the body had been found. Leanna had left the accommodation with Ari and Aven in the double stroller, something that was only really used whilst on vacation and acted as both a safety thing and to prevent any tantrums when Ari got tired. Plus since she was on her own until Riyo could join them, it made things a little easier.
Walking along, Lea pointed out different things to both children, from the trees and birds, to the buildings that had already been constructed. Aside from the dead body and her other experiences here, Lea did see the appeal in living here and perhaps they could buy a vacation home. Something to discuss with Riyo later as she approached the festival area. Smiling at what she saw and how easy it was to forget about the unpleasantness from earlier.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 6, 2021 16:47:49 GMT
[Eta Borir - 3rd St., LZ-2, Kerelia] Eta put the pieces back on the floor. "Yes and no. We have something similar, but it basically serves the same purpose."
She picked up a cone and lifted it. Underneath it was something.
The Cardassian knelt down and picked the thing up before wiping away the dirt with her hand. "Looks like....a tricorder," she said not really out loud, but enough for Max and Michael to hear. With a well-chosen command, she had the thing flip open and try to scan something with it. "According to this device here, the material these cones are made of is pure water," she grumbled, tapping it not really routinely, yet relatively determinedly. She guided the piece along. "Hold on, I'm Xindi as of today," she muttered before guiding the part down to Max. "And you are...a Betazoid. Now that's what I call a species transformation. Probably your engineer wife can do more with that than I can."
[NPCs - Max Williams & Michael Eastman - N 3rd St, LZ-2]When Eta demonstrated the malfunctioning tricorder, Max had a gut feeling it wasn't just a coincidence. Tricorders didn't just happen to get it wrong like this, nor did they happen to be hidden at the scene of what might just be a crime. "I'll message her."MW: We found a tricorder MW: under traffic cones MW: malfunctioning JEW: Okay. JEW: Maybe related? MW: maybe JEW: I'll send someone to look into it MW: thanks honey MW: love you JEW: love you more "She's sending someone," he reported to Eta. Michael stood back. He wanted to use the malfunctioning tricorder as a toy, to see what other ludicrous results it would give, but he knew that wouldn't be prudent.
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[Crewman Ezra Mora - N 3rd St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] The captain deemed that time was of the essence, and opted to simply place the body on top of whatever was on the anti-grav unit. She gave the assignment to a construction worker that was on the scene, and tasked him with delivering the body to the infirmary. Ezra wasn't going to complain about not having to transport a corpse. Yet, it seemed Captain Eastman had other plans for Ezra. She mentioned accessing the log on the crane to possibly see if he could learn whom had last accessed the machine. That would certainly be a helluva a clue. "Aye, Captain," was all the man said before moving back to the crane. As he reached the crane, he immediately tried to access the logs to see who the last people to use it were. The most recent entry was standard Starfleet override, which was his code. As an engineer, it granted him access to use the machine. He searched back and could see most of the entries rather clearly, though it seemed that at least one entry was encrypted. He made note of the time it had been in operation with that user, and then returned to report what he'd learned to Captain Eastman. "Captain," he said as he moved closer to his commander, "most of the users of the crane were authorized users from the work crew manifest. There was one user-entry in the log that was scrambled. Only way to encrypt information in the log, is with some sort of administrative override. If I had to guess, I'd say someone was trying to cover their tracks. We could try a decryption algorithm, but from what I've seen... that user will have to decrypt it or a hell of a systems specialist may be able to salvage some worthy intel. Either way... it could take hours, but we could still turn up nothing, ma'am." [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD - N 3rd St., LZ-2]As Ezra worked, Judy briefly corresponded with her incomparable husband. She didn't like that he hadn't gone back home, but she knew he was a grown-ass man who could take care of himself (and her, when she allowed him to). MW: We found a tricorder MW: under traffic cones MW: malfunctioning JEW: Okay. JEW: Maybe related? MW: maybe JEW: I'll send someone to look into it MW: thanks honey MW: love you JEW: love you more And there came Ezra. "I know one such person who's on hand, but there's no telling if she'll cooperate. In the meantime, my husband over there found a suspicious tricorder you can look at," she directed, pointing out the area down the street where she saw Max's silver hair. Next order of business. =A= "Eastman to Niles. Someone with admin-level access tampered with this crane's access log. Question Keltner about it.
Oh, and... try to control access to the scene here." =A= One down, one to go. This would be the tough one. =A= "Eastman to Sh'qaleq. The crane here, the... possible murder weapon, was... tampered with, by someone high up the ladder, and... suffice it to say, we could... well, we really need your skills to look at the log. Could you please help us out?" =A= With stammering, pauses, and a timid tone, the Captain's request was calibrated, fine-tuned, to appeal to the Andorian's sense of superiority, since that seemed like the only remaining way to access her.
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq (x2), Joshua Niles
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on May 6, 2021 22:40:01 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] Where do you go when you can’t go home? It was a question Shavan was all too familiar with. Keep going forward, and don’t look back was the only answer he had. While he might not choose this colony as the place to do so, he understood what Kova meant. Shaken from those thoughts, he turned to the human woman as she took the invitation to keep talking. Feedback on the tour they clearly hadn’t been participating in? And then… huh. He wasn’t embarrassed or annoyed when she assumed Kova was his girlfriend. People could make whatever false assumptions they wished; he didn’t owe her an explanation of the truth. However, at Kova’s more startled reaction he couldn’t resist smirking a little, not letting the subject go quite so fast. "But we're what?” he asked teasingly. It wasn’t like he'd never thought of her that way at all, and he didn’t think the attraction was one-sided. And then, Kova’s communicator went off, in a reminder of how they had always seemed to be interrupted whenever they got anywhere close to acting on it. Of course, the part about a career outside of Starfleet hadn't escaped his interest either. Shavan had already made the choice to stay, but it couldn’t hurt to hear her out. “I'm willing to listen,” he called after Knelter while Captain Eastman spoke to Kova. Kova Sh'qaleq Judith Eastman
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 6, 2021 23:57:17 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - N 3rd St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] Shavan seemed content with the idea of avoiding the trap of dwelling on the murder. After all, that was how one got drawn in to the allure of a mystery. It would chip away at one's curiosity, until there was no choice other than to solve it. Of course, he confessed that he hadn't been paying much attention during the tour either, and wasn't able to offer any sort of insight about the living units there at the colony. Yet, he did follow up with a question that Kova hadn't expected. He'd asked if she wanted to live in one of the units. Kova wasn't one to readily show fear, but there was a part of her that was afraid of the answer. A long sigh left her lips as she shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know," she answered. "I just... I don't know if I can stay aboard the station. Not after what happened." It wasn't something she'd shared with anyone else, including her fellow former captives. "But... where else can someone go, when they can't go home?" Of course, whether home was Andoria or the station... neither place seemed eager to welcome her with open arms. Kova's personal musings were then upon the woman, Dr. Keltner, whom had introduced herself to both Shavan and Kova. Of all things, she wanted feedback on the tour. It wasn't likely that either Kova or Shavan could help her there. Of course, what really seemed to get Kova's attention was the mention of Kova actually being Shavan's girlfriend. "Girlfriend?! But we're...." she began, even more annoyed than before. How could the woman just jump to such a conclusion. Just because they both had antennae and weren't pink-skins, they were mates by default? She even managed to throw in a job offer as she started to leave. Dr. Keltner's presumptuous nature didn't exist in a complete void. Shavan was attractive... and eccentric. In fact, when they had met earlier, over a year ago, there may have been a spark. Yet, nothing more had ever come of it. Kova pondered over what the woman could possibly mean when she mentioned a career outside of Starfleet. Of all things, why mention that? "Hey, what did you mean by a career outside of Starfleet?" Hopefully, she wasn't talking about doing these boring tours. Yet, if this was something that could potentially lead to a change of scenery and dwelling.... [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] Where do you go when you can’t go home? It was a question Shavan was all too familiar with. Keep going forward, and don’t look back was the only answer he had. While he might not choose this colony as the place to do so, he understood what Kova meant. Shaken from those thoughts, he turned to the human woman as she took the invitation to keep talking. Feedback on the tour they clearly hadn’t been participating in? And then… huh. He wasn’t embarrassed or annoyed when she assumed Kova was his girlfriend. People could make whatever false assumptions they wished; he didn’t owe her an explanation of the truth. However, at Kova’s more startled reaction he couldn’t resist smirking a little, not letting the subject go quite so fast. "But we're what?” he asked teasingly. It wasn’t like he'd never thought of her that way at all, and he didn’t think the attraction was one-sided. And then, Kova’s communicator went off, in a reminder of how they had always seemed to be interrupted whenever they got anywhere close to acting on it. Of course, the part about a career outside of Starfleet hadn't escaped his interest either. Shavan had already made the choice to stay, but it couldn’t hurt to hear her out. “I'm willing to listen,” he called after Knelter while Captain Eastman spoke to Kova. [NPC - Louisa Keltner, PhD - N 3rd St, LZ-2]From the protesting remarks, Louisa could tell she was just a little off the mark. Attraction not yet acted upon was a hell of a thing, unless one had gotten too addicted to the sexual tension inherent in it, but... that wasn't her problem. When they took the bait, she turned on her heels to face them again. "We're always looking for new blood and new talent. In the private sector, you can get the sort of intellectual challenges that Starfleet won't give you, you get paid what you're worth, and we, Warp Age Designs, give you a change of scenery with every project, if that's your thing," she opened her elevator pitch. If it worked, great! If it didn't, she had other spins. And though the female seemed to have been called off on some Starfleet business, maybe her possible-future-boyfriend could convince her later.
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq , Shavan Th'zhaar
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on May 7, 2021 12:31:19 GMT
[Ens. Syl O'Connell - Kerelia - Colony N 3rd St.]
Lt. Niles certainly seemed to be going out of his way to be nice to Charlie. It was par for the course. Since they came back, everyone who had been at that summit was being particularly nice to them. Everyone knew they deserved their anger, but no one wanted to face it. This was no different, with how delicately he was asking Charlie for help, and how clearly he thanked her.
And just like everyone else, he acted like Syl wasn't there. That had also been par for the course. They came back, and she had immediately disappeared. She was the only one that no one had missed. While she knew it was because she didn't have time to make friends before, it still stung. Syl crossed her arms tightly in front of her, and felt herself stepping away from them again. Perhaps they should have done what Kova had suggested and found somewhere to disappear.
Her gaze turned towards where the Andorians were sitting, considering joining them, when she saw them talking to the woman that had been leading the tour. Nope, she wasn't going over there either. The tip of one fingernail scraped against the edge of another as she felt the anxiety start to build once more.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on May 7, 2021 12:52:14 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Kerelia Colony LZ-2 - Infirmary]Riyo looked up, nodding at the man that Mabel brought in. "Dr. Paawin. Go ahead and get prepped while I remove the clothing." He finally turned back to the table, picking up a pair of shears that were strong and sharp enough to easily slice through most fabrics. He'd heard that as a culture, Cardassians hated people of other species to look upon their dead, let alone perform an invasive autopsy. He could only imagine how they'd hate that person being Bajoran. Riyo hated the sick smile that crossed his face at the thought. With another deep breath, composed himself, and starting at the man's collar began cutting away his tunic. He paused when he neared the belt though, gloved fingers running across the unusual fabric. At least, unusual to be worn, by any species. It hadn't been noticeable at first due to the dark grey color that matched the man's actual clothes. Unfastening the strap, he pulled it free and set it on a tray behind him as possible evidence and resumed cutting the rest of the fabric away.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on May 7, 2021 19:16:43 GMT
{Quotes} [ LT Joshua Niles - N 3rd St, Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia ]Frankly, Niles was half-expecting to be told to go and pound sand when he asked Charlie to operate Olsen for him. And truth be told, he wouldn't have blamed her for it one bit. There was no doubt that having been abandoned on Caldonia had taken quite a toll on all those involved. Hell, the journalist was so quiet he might have thought she was a changeling rather than the genuine article if he had not known she had been through a traumatic event he didn't even dare try and imagine. But, she had acquiesced, and while Olsen was flying all over the scene and readings were coming into his tricorder, he overheard the young woman providing her narration, about how Starfleet was somehow acting as jackboots in the matter, and he turned around to face her. Of course, he could not ask her to stop what she was doing, but that hardly meant he could not address it. "Young miss, what you might not have heard is that I am asking Miss Fox for her assistance, not ordering it, and barring a judicially verifiable need none of what she will capture will be ordered kept secret. And..."He heard the identification that was made of the dead Cardassian. "This gets better and better..." he muttered. A Cardassian war criminal, found during a Bajoran festival? That made the notion that it was a coincidence extremely unlikely. And just as he was ordering his thoughts about the matter, Charlie spoke up again. Where did he want the information? "To my tricorder for now, if you please. And, thank you, Charlie."Those last four words, he made a point to speak warmly and set aside the business at hand. He wanted to be able to call her a friend, but after Caldonia, he was doubting if she'd ever consider anyone in a Starfleet uniform who hadn't been in that hellhole one ever again. [ Rimi Mora - Crane St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] One thing Rimi knew was sarcasm, and the ladies present seemed to be tossing it around in spades at this Fleeter flatfoot. Rimi's mind was distracted as she tried to figure out what the drama was that she'd missed out on. Was this guy some sort of player, and had done either of these ladies wrong or perhaps one of their friends? No, if that were the case, the verbal attack would have been more direct. No, this was something more obvious... probably more public. Whatever they were pissed at him about, Rimi quickly began to understand how this guy earned their ire. Rimi's eyes widened at the expression he'd use to address her. "Young miss?!" she repeated. Was this guy someone's grandpa? She simply stared at him as he tried to explain the Fleet's position. That he wasn't commandeering the woman's footage or trying to control the narrative. Though, this woman at least had a name: Charlie Fox. Why was that name so familiar? Rimi's eyes narrowed as she stared up at the man. "But.. isn't that exactly what you're doing now?" she asked. "You're insisting that your interpretation of events is the right one... in light of another interpretation that you 'overheard' is contrary to the way things 'actually are.'" Rimi had literally air-quoted overheard and actually are as she spoke. The mention of the dead Cardie actually being a war criminal was some extra spice. How does a guy like that even wind up at a Bajoran festival. Of course, he wasn't the only Cardassian. Rimi was certain she'd seen another Cardassian somewhere around here. A woman in fact. Rimi still didn't trust this security officer. She'd come across her fair share that would readily confiscate her comm-unit for merely existing. Thus, she was stuck settling for bad footage, but hoped the audio was at least worth it. "Is it common for war criminals to parade around those that they oppressed for over fifty years, or is this guy one that just happened to slip through Starfleet's fingers?" If he was... it shouldn't come as a surprise if the Bajorans found justice where the rest of the Federation had overlooked it. [Ens. Syl O'Connell - Kerelia - Colony N 3rd St.]Lt. Niles certainly seemed to be going out of his way to be nice to Charlie. It was par for the course. Since they came back, everyone who had been at that summit was being particularly nice to them. Everyone knew they deserved their anger, but no one wanted to face it. This was no different, with how delicately he was asking Charlie for help, and how clearly he thanked her. And just like everyone else, he acted like Syl wasn't there. That had also been par for the course. They came back, and she had immediately disappeared. She was the only one that no one had missed. While she knew it was because she didn't have time to make friends before, it still stung. Syl crossed her arms tightly in front of her, and felt herself stepping away from them again. Perhaps they should have done what Kova had suggested and found somewhere to disappear. Her gaze turned towards where the Andorians were sitting, considering joining them, when she saw them talking to the woman that had been leading the tour. Nope, she wasn't going over there either. The tip of one fingernail scraped against the edge of another as she felt the anxiety start to build once more. [Charlie Fox - Crane St., LZ-2, Kerelia]Charlie was having too hard a time trying to keep a snort of laughter in, so she gave up and let it loose. The exchange between Josh and the burgeoning commentator was just tickling her funny bone, and truth was, it had been a while since she'd properly laughed. She thought that maybe she could see a much younger version of herself in the girl, though she'd never say such a thing, grave insult as it was. "That's the question we need to be asking," she said eventually when Rimi pointed out that the Cardassian war criminal certainly did not belong here with the Bajorans, celebrating a Bajoran holiday. She glanced down at the information readout on her PADD, which was scrolling through what was publicly available on Murra's record. Naturally, it was as holey as a good Swiss cheese. "An engineer of some renown, he was picked up on Cardassia Prime and put to work for the other side - safe enough amongst humans it seems. He's been working for Warp Age Design. Or rather, he was working for Warp Age Design."Her eyes scanned the crowd which had dwindled dramatically, searching for Keltner. When Charlie caught sight of her making friends with the Andorians, her gaze narrowed. "Sure thing," she muttered to Josh, finally acknowledging his request for the data. With a couple of taps, she transferred what Olsen had mapped to his tricorder. Then she began moving off, attention captured by something elsewhere. It seemed that she was going to be doing some real work, after all. So much for leave. Syl had gone quiet and seemed away, in a world of her own. It was an expression Charlie recognised not just on the other woman, but often when she looked at herself in the mirror these days. She waved and arched a brow, signaling that she was welcome to follow if she wanted, and then wandered off.
Tags: Kova Sh'qaleq (Rimi), Joshua Niles , soft: Syl O'Connell
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on May 7, 2021 20:15:39 GMT
[ Rimi Mora - Crane St., Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia] One thing Rimi knew was sarcasm, and the ladies present seemed to be tossing it around in spades at this Fleeter flatfoot. Rimi's mind was distracted as she tried to figure out what the drama was that she'd missed out on. Was this guy some sort of player, and had done either of these ladies wrong or perhaps one of their friends? No, if that were the case, the verbal attack would have been more direct. No, this was something more obvious... probably more public. Whatever they were pissed at him about, Rimi quickly began to understand how this guy earned their ire. Rimi's eyes widened at the expression he'd use to address her. "Young miss?!" she repeated. Was this guy someone's grandpa? She simply stared at him as he tried to explain the Fleet's position. That he wasn't commandeering the woman's footage or trying to control the narrative. Though, this woman at least had a name: Charlie Fox. Why was that name so familiar? Rimi's eyes narrowed as she stared up at the man. "But.. isn't that exactly what you're doing now?" she asked. "You're insisting that your interpretation of events is the right one... in light of another interpretation that you 'overheard' is contrary to the way things 'actually are.'" Rimi had literally air-quoted overheard and actually are as she spoke. The mention of the dead Cardie actually being a war criminal was some extra spice. How does a guy like that even wind up at a Bajoran festival. Of course, he wasn't the only Cardassian. Rimi was certain she'd seen another Cardassian somewhere around here. A woman in fact. Rimi still didn't trust this security officer. She'd come across her fair share that would readily confiscate her comm-unit for merely existing. Thus, she was stuck settling for bad footage, but hoped the audio was at least worth it. "Is it common for war criminals to parade around those that they oppressed for over fifty years, or is this guy one that just happened to slip through Starfleet's fingers?" If he was... it shouldn't come as a surprise if the Bajorans found justice where the rest of the Federation had overlooked it. ... =A= "Eastman to Niles. Someone with admin-level access tampered with this crane's access log. Question Keltner about it.
Oh, and... try to control access to the scene here." =A= ... [NPC - Louisa Keltner, PhD - N 3rd St, LZ-2]From the protesting remarks, Louisa could tell she was just a little off the mark. Attraction not yet acted upon was a hell of a thing, unless one had gotten too addicted to the sexual tension inherent in it, but... that wasn't her problem. When they took the bait, she turned on her heels to face them again. "We're always looking for new blood and new talent. In the private sector, you can get the sort of intellectual challenges that Starfleet won't give you, you get paid what you're worth, and we, Warp Age Designs, give you a change of scenery with every project, if that's your thing," she opened her elevator pitch. If it worked, great! If it didn't, she had other spins. And though the female seemed to have been called off on some Starfleet business, maybe her possible-future-boyfriend could convince her later. [Charlie Fox - Crane St., LZ-2, Kerelia]Charlie was having too hard a time trying to keep a snort of laughter in, so she gave up and let it loose. The exchange between Josh and the burgeoning commentator was just tickling her funny bone, and truth was, it had been a while since she'd properly laughed. She thought that maybe she could see a much younger version of herself in the girl, though she'd never say such a thing, grave insult as it was. "That's the question we need to be asking," she said eventually when Rimi pointed out that the Cardassian war criminal certainly did not belong here with the Bajorans, celebrating a Bajoran holiday. She glanced down at the information readout on her PADD, which was scrolling through what was publicly available on Murra's record. Naturally, it was as holey as a good Swiss cheese. "An engineer of some renown, he was picked up on Cardassia Prime and put to work for the other side - safe enough amongst humans it seems. He's been working for Warp Age Design. Or rather, he was working for Warp Age Design."Her eyes scanned the crowd which had dwindled dramatically, searching for Keltner. When Charlie caught sight of her making friends with the Andorians, her gaze narrowed. "Sure thing," she muttered to Josh, finally acknowledging his request for the data. With a couple of taps, she transferred what Olsen had mapped to his tricorder. Then she began moving off, attention captured by something elsewhere. It seemed that she was going to be doing some real work, after all. So much for leave. Syl had gone quiet and seemed away, in a world of her own. It was an expression Charlie recognised not just on the other woman, but often when she looked at herself in the mirror these days. She waved and arched a brow, signaling that she was welcome to follow if she wanted, and then wandered off. [ LT Joshua Niles - N 3rd St, Colony, LZ-2, Kerelia ]Well, it would seem that teenage would-be reporter did have some interesting questions to ask all right, and Charlie, well, she'd definitely encouraged her along. And while the situation was indeed serious, he certainly could take a few moments to clarify where he stood. Which, truth be told, was far, far different from what he would have said when he had first stepped aboard the Front Ear from the USS Fawkes, what felt a lifetime ago. "I'm not 'insisting' on anything. Miss Fox tends to have some very good information, and while I'm still required to find confirmation of that, I'm willing to take it as fact. And right now, I have no idea what the events really are about beyond a dead body with a firm but still tentative identification found hanging from a crane. I can't shape a narrative, as you said, with just that. I can come up with all kinds of conjecture, but without facts, that's just hot air."It wasn't hard to tell he was being recorded either. That comm unit in her hand spoke volumes while it was hardly making a sound. Of course, he could ask he to turn it off... but there really was no harm in letting her do what she willed, to some degree. And, for one who was so worried about spin, it might not hurt to let her actually record an impartial process. Even though one Joshua Niles was not particularly broken up over the death of a Cardassian, let alone one who was very likely, if not certainly, a war criminal. "And, by the way, you aren't exactly subtle with your recording. Now, I'm not about to stop you from documenting anything you might like; and personally I have absolutely no problems with it. I just need you to stay off the crime scene proper, not put anyone, yourself included, at risk, and that you might have to share your raw take with Starfleet Security at some point; not surrender, share. Beyond that, all of it is yours, unless somehow this case crosses the line into classified matters, at which point we may have confiscate parts of your recording but that is a very, very last resort, all right?"Having hopefully addressed all of the teenager's concerns, he turned his attention to his tricorder, while Charlie spoke about both the dead Cardassian, and confirmed that Olsen's footage would be sent to his borrowed tricorder, which beeped obligingly when the imagery made its way into its memory banks. Just in time for his commbadge to chirp, with orders from Captain Eastman. =A= "Aye Captain. I'll see what I can do to quarantine the site; I already took the liberty of surveying and scanning it as much as possible, so if we have to deal with contamination, it should be pretty straightforward. And I'll let you know what I get from the good Doctor. Niles out."=A= With that said, the Lieutenant took a deep breath, and made his way towards Doctor Keltner. Well, good thing that at least on paper he was qualified for basic security investigations, though it was not his specialty. But he far preferred dealing with poring over sensor records, than trying to wring information out of people. But, that didn't mean he was going to do any less than his level best. "Doctor Keltner? I'm Lieutenant Joshua Niles, Starfleet Security." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his Fleet credentials; what with being in civilian attire, the only thing identifying him as connected to Starfleet was his commbadge (and even then it was questionable, given that civilians were sometimes issued those when working on ships or starbases), and he wasn't about to make a basic procedural error as failing to properly identify himself. "First things first, I would need to ensure that the site is quarantined; all work in the immediate area is to stop, and if you have any construction site access control personnel, I need you to call them in and ensure that no one enters it without direction from Captain Eastman or myself."Well, that was one part of his immediate mandate addressed, now there was the actually fun part he had to handle. "One of our technicians has already looked the crane over, and it would seem the usage log has been tampered with by someone with administrator-level access. Could you shed some light as to who could have done this, and provide us with the encryption keys so we can ascertain who did it? Furthermore, the dead body has been tentatively identified as a Doctor Veho Murra who is considered a war criminal. Precisely how did such a man wind up in your employ?"
Tags Kova Sh'qaleq (Rimi), Judith Eastman (Grandma and Keltner) Soft Charlie Fox
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on May 7, 2021 20:29:09 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Kerelia Colony LZ-2 - Infirmary]Riyo looked up, nodding at the man that Mabel brought in. "Dr. Paawin. Go ahead and get prepped while I remove the clothing." He finally turned back to the table, picking up a pair of shears that were strong and sharp enough to easily slice through most fabrics. He'd heard that as a culture, Cardassians hated people of other species to look upon their dead, let alone perform an invasive autopsy. He could only imagine how they'd hate that person being Bajoran. Riyo hated the sick smile that crossed his face at the thought. With another deep breath, composed himself, and starting at the man's collar began cutting away his tunic. He paused when he neared the belt though, gloved fingers running across the unusual fabric. At least, unusual to be worn, by any species. It hadn't been noticeable at first due to the dark grey color that matched the man's actual clothes. Unfastening the strap, he pulled it free and set it on a tray behind him as possible evidence and resumed cutting the rest of the fabric away. [NPCs - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen & Simkha Rif - Infirmary, Colony, LZ-2]Simkha approached the body with clean hands and a medical tricorder. "Prelim cause of death seems to be cardiac arrest, between 0447 and 0609 hours. How did they find him?""Hanging from a crane," Mabel reported. "Probably related."Simkha was a pushy man, like many who come from the Levant (whatever their ancestry), so the doctor would have to push back against him. "Interesting bruise," he pointed out marks on the Cardassian's neck.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on May 7, 2021 20:45:35 GMT
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Kerelia Colony LZ-2 - Infirmary]"Fact before conjecture, Mr. Rif." Riyo stated firmly. If the nurse was going to attempt to do more than was asked of him, the doctor would at least make sure he did it right. After the remaining clothes were peeled away, he pointed to the dark bruising all across the man's front, particularly dark in the head, upper body and legs. "This discoloration shows the position he was in when the blood stopped flowing. Face-down, doubled-over at the waist."He moved up to inspect the bruise on the neck Rif had pointed out. "Difficult to discern the shape through the other bruising, but it's larger than a rope would cause. Hand of an adult male, perhaps. See if you can get any prints off it." It was rare that prints could be lifted from bodies, but occasionally investigators got lucky. Riyo carefully drew a sample of DNA and set the computer to screen it for identification and possible toxins. "Lieutenant, go ahead and inform the Captain we're looking at either an accident, or foul play." Accident seemed unlikely, but judging by the position in which he had died the doctor felt safe completely ruling out suicide.
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Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341 Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on May 8, 2021 7:29:04 GMT
[Eta Borir, 3rd St. , LZ-2, Kerelia]
Eta nodded and lifted her mouth a few millimeters. Max seemed somehow to belong to the more pleasant sort of contemporaries.
Groaning stiffly, the Cardassian dropped onto the nearest rock and watched as the body was dragged off. Her eyes darted curiously over the other people as she waited for the person who was to look at this tricorder. _________________________
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