Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
Posts: 804 Likes: 108
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
Species: Trill
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Post by Kaya Som on Jun 21, 2021 15:11:22 GMT
[Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Briefing Room #2, Control Center, Spaceport HQ][ CPO Kaya Som | Briefing Room #2, Control Center, Spaceport HQ ]Isaiah listened as Zak made his report, shortly after Kaya had. He had to admit, in many ways it was a reoccurring theme of pristine presence followed by fallible form. "Well, one conclusion we can draw is that we can't take everything we're being told at face value," Quinn stated. "And the mention of arranging a window in three hours... seems rather odd to make such a presence given everything that's going on. I'll let the Captain know what we've found out so far."Quinn was about to press his comm badge, but paused as he looked at the younger officers. "One other thing. How credible do you believe your sources to be?" The science officer gave them each a moment to think and answer, before he reached out and tapped his comm badge. =A= "Quinn to Eastman. Captain, I'm sending you our team's findings thus far here at the Spaceport."=A="Hmm!" Kaya remarked at Rin's report of a different story from the security chief. "What's more likely - lower decks being straight about command blowing them off, or command covering their arse?" Kaya clearly was implying the former. That, and the other engineer's story was credible if Kaya's understanding of these kinds of systems was worth anything. "No offense," she added with a performative wince of apology to her commanding officer, Quinn. Isaiah Quinn , Rin Zakir
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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 Jun 21, 2021 16:27:38 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD, Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen & Minister Palkor - Akrath Island]
While Mabel listened to Josh, with the rapt attention of a superior officer issuing judgements, Judy took calls from both team leads.
=A= "Thank you, Mr. Taggert. See what else you can get." =A=
Then came Quinn.
=A= "Funny timing, this. Commander Taggert just called a few seconds ago. Thank you, Mr. Quinn." =A=
"Minister, we'll need to borrow a submersible or two," the Captain asked of Palkor.
"Of course, Captain. I'll also leave you to it."
"Thank you."
Mabel, for her part, addressed Josh.
"Let's follow the lead we have. Someone put him in that cell, and it was somewhere in the bureaucracy."
1 hour later
"Captain's log, supplemental."
"Thanks to findings by Commanders Quinn and Taggert's teams, we have concluded that our perps are somewhere in the southern oceans of Arkaria, waiting for a sensor gap of the right size in the planet's overstressed grid. To that end, I've ordered Mr. Quinn to lead a team - at the spaceport's control center - that will try to identify the gaps, so that Mr. Taggert - on a shuttle-submersible we borrowed from the Arkarian Coast Guard - can intercept them at that gap."
"Taggert's team has also apprehended one Shuhart Noll[fn]Kil Ted's pseudonym.[/fn], an accomplice who has been quite cooperative. We've booked him in a local hotel, and will be releasing him tomorrow morning."
"On another angle, I've sent Ms. Henriksen, Mr. Niles, and Ms. Fox, to look over the paper trail from meeting protocols, to identify just who placed Monsieur Du Toollamé in cell 37. They're in an office, here in the Arkarian Capitol, looking over that."
"As for our personnel, Mr. Sleebaggo has chosen to sit out the rest of this mission. He and Mr. Niles will face consequences, later."
Judy walked out of the ladies' room on the 8th floor of the Arkarian Capitol (the only quiet place in the building), to meet with a number of local grandees.
[NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]
"Charlie, do you want to look over the mails from Palkor's office, or the transcripts from the May 27th meeting?[fn]This is a logistical meeting between Teley's people at DoJ, and the prison staff, as has been discussed off-screen[/fn]" Mabel asked the journalist. Nominally, it was she - Mabel - who was in charge, but Charlie Fox had an very "in-charge" personality.
[NPC - PO2 Roland L. Jenkins - Shuttle-Submersible Kenkrak[fn]The ancient Arkarian patron god of crustacean fishing.[/fn]]
"I'm feeling queasy," Jenkins complained, as he looked around for a bag to empty his stomach into.
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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 Jun 21, 2021 19:56:18 GMT
[NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]"Charlie, do you want to look over the mails from Palkor's office, or the transcripts from the May 27th meeting?[fn]This is a logistical meeting between Teley's people at DoJ, and the prison staff, as has been discussed off-screen[/fn]" Mabel asked the journalist. Nominally, it was she - Mabel - who was in charge, but Charlie Fox had an very "in-charge" personality. [Charlie Fox - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]Charlie had taken a seat and made herself comfortable. Her feet were raised and plonked on another chair, boots carrying dust and dirt from the rubble of the blown cell and tracking footprints. Her hand wrapped around one of the Arkarian hot energy drinks, which were excellent, and Olsen whirred quietly behind her. "Have you tried these? These snowy birds really know their brews," she told them conversationally, before taking another sip. A brow arched at Mabel's question, and she leaned forward to give her attention to it. "Oh, what exciting prizes behind curtains A and B," she said, managing to stop her eyes from rolling too hard. She weighed up the options, neither of which sounded at all interesting, but the nitty-gritty of investigative work was often the paperwork or administration drudgery. "I'll take the transcript please, Mabel."Going through a politician's mail seemed the greater of the two boring evils.
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Jun 21, 2021 21:37:48 GMT
[ Ensign Rin Zakir - Briefing Room #2, Spaceport HQ] Zak entered not to far behind Som, the trill having already begun her report. So there was a possible gap in the sensor grid? That wasn't good, and a very different story to what he had discovered in the command center. It definitely seemed as though there was lot more focus on the room he had been exploring, when it came to funding and state of the art technology. "That's not the story I got from Mr. Trax. From what I saw in the command center, they've got things here locked up tighter than a misers purse!", he spoke as the chief finished her assessment. "I did overhear a communication to our friend in security, something about arranging a window in three hours?" he added. "Not to accuse anyone of potential wrongdoing, just thought it was worth mentioning." If requested, he would offer a more comprehensive report of what he had witnessed, from the schematics he had viewed to the ongoing search, but for now he would let the lieutenant commander ruminate on what he had. (OOC: Accidently deleted my previous post, so the above should have come between what is now post #97 and #98. Doh!)
[ Ensign Rin Zakir - Briefing Room #2, Spaceport HQ] Zak nodded at the lieutenant commander's observation, as there were clearly pieces in this puzzle that just didn't seem to fit. Still, he would rather he report what he had overheard, be wrong and look a fool, than the alternative. Before tapping his combadge to inform the captain of their findings thus far, Quinn hesitated and once again focused his attention on himself and Chief Som. How credible did they believe their sources to be, huh? "Mr Trax was extremely co operative with our investigation, and allowed me to have a good look at the systems and schematics they they had in place", he began, not sure just what the superior was getting at. he would be more than happy to go into more detail about his findings, once their preliminary report had been submitted. Though he felt he had built a pretty good rapport with the security chief, it was true that they should never take anything at face value. Isaiah Quinn Kaya Som
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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 Jun 22, 2021 1:58:07 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams), PhD, Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen & Minister Palkor - Akrath Island]1 hour later"Captain's log, supplemental."
"Thanks to findings by Commanders Quinn and Taggert's teams, we have concluded that our perps are somewhere in the southern oceans of Arkaria, waiting for a sensor gap of the right size in the planet's overstressed grid. To that end, I've ordered Mr. Quinn to lead a team - at the spaceport's control center - that will try to identify the gaps, so that Mr. Taggert - on a shuttle-submersible we borrowed from the Arkarian Coast Guard - can intercept them at that gap."
"Taggert's team has also apprehended one Shuhart Noll[fn]Kil Ted's pseudonym.[/fn], an accomplice who has been quite cooperative. We've booked him in a local hotel, and will be releasing him tomorrow morning."
"On another angle, I've sent Ms. Henriksen, Mr. Niles, and Ms. Fox, to look over the paper trail from meeting protocols, to identify just who placed Monsieur Du Toollamé in cell 37. They're in an office, here in the Arkarian Capitol, looking over that."
"As for our personnel, Mr. Sleebaggo has chosen to sit out the rest of this mission. He and Mr. Niles will face consequences, later."Judy walked out of the ladies' room on the 8th floor of the Arkarian Capitol (the only quiet place in the building), to meet with a number of local grandees. [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]"Charlie, do you want to look over the mails from Palkor's office, or the transcripts from the May 27th meeting?[fn]This is a logistical meeting between Teley's people at DoJ, and the prison staff, as has been discussed off-screen[/fn]" Mabel asked the journalist. Nominally, it was she - Mabel - who was in charge, but Charlie Fox had an very "in-charge" personality. [Charlie Fox - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]Charlie had taken a seat and made herself comfortable. Her feet were raised and plonked on another chair, boots carrying dust and dirt from the rubble of the blown cell and tracking footprints. Her hand wrapped around one of the Arkarian hot energy drinks, which were excellent, and Olsen whirred quietly behind her. "Have you tried these? These snowy birds really know their brews," she told them conversationally, before taking another sip. A brow arched at Mabel's question, and she leaned forward to give her attention to it. "Oh, what exciting prizes behind curtains A and B," she said, managing to stop her eyes from rolling too hard. She weighed up the options, neither of which sounded at all interesting, but the nitty-gritty of investigative work was often the paperwork or administration drudgery. "I'll take the transcript please, Mabel."Going through a politician's mail seemed the greater of the two boring evils. [ LT Joshua Niles - Conference Room Z, 5th Floor, Capitol, Arkaria ]Try as he might, Niles could not entirely push aside what would be in store for him once things would settle down. One thing for certain, he would be extremely surprised if he managed to hold on to his slot on the officer of the watch roster, and he damn well knew that all the work he'd put in over the course of the last month, taking up just about all of his waking off-duty time for that matter, had gone right down the tubes in terms of value. All because he had been unwilling to let some stuck-up bastard compromise their investigation when he had all but shot down an entire avenue of inquiry out of his fear of offending the local potentates. Bruised feelings would heal, eventually. But if Toollame managed to get off-world and to a warp-capable ship, the odds of ever getting their hands on him again would be literally astronomical. So, he found himself in a secondary, or even tertiary, conference room with Mabel and Charlie, and piles of data to filter through. Well, at least that he could do; he always had more facility with information than with people. And, at least as a minor victory, he'd not been shot down over his suggestion of hunting for what insiders would have been involved. And better yet, Sleebaggo had decided to find somewhere else to be. Though, the idea of answering to Mabel Henriksen and having her second-guess everything he said, even more than he was already hardly appealed... though it was better than dealing with some idiot who couldn't be bothered to do so much as take a tricorder scan... While the tasks were being parceled out, he considered the pot of the Arkarian version of coffee that was made available to them as Charlie spoke of the stuff's virtues. For a moment, he considered pouring himself a cup right off the bat... but instead he refrained, taking the time to obtain a quick chemical analysis of the contents, and checking it against the cocktail of medications he was on to manage the constant pain he was in from his cybernetic arm... and finally he poured himself a cup and tried a tentative sip. "Not bad," he managed with a ghost of a smile. Well, at least there was that saving grace available.. "Then I suppose I'll have the correspondence," he said, trying to muster something resembling enthusiasm. Which proved to be difficult, considering that he very well could be looking at some serious career implications the moment the investigation would come to a close. As he took the PADD with the whole set of transmissions, he established yet another link between his tricorder and the ship's computers, and fed a copy of the material to a contact-chaining program as to generate a graphic of who spoke to whom within and without the office, and filtering the message threads accordingly. And while that particular operation was set to cook, he leaned back in his chair, ersatz coffee in one hand, PADD in the other, and started scanning subject lines, seeking anything out of the ordinary.
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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 Jun 22, 2021 3:58:57 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]Charlie had taken a seat and made herself comfortable. Her feet were raised and plonked on another chair, boots carrying dust and dirt from the rubble of the blown cell and tracking footprints. Her hand wrapped around one of the Arkarian hot energy drinks, which were excellent, and Olsen whirred quietly behind her. "Have you tried these? These snowy birds really know their brews," she told them conversationally, before taking another sip. A brow arched at Mabel's question, and she leaned forward to give her attention to it. "Oh, what exciting prizes behind curtains A and B," she said, managing to stop her eyes from rolling too hard. She weighed up the options, neither of which sounded at all interesting, but the nitty-gritty of investigative work was often the paperwork or administration drudgery. "I'll take the transcript please, Mabel."Going through a politician's mail seemed the greater of the two boring evils. [ LT Joshua Niles - Conference Room Z, 5th Floor, Capitol, Arkaria ]Try as he might, Niles could not entirely push aside what would be in store for him once things would settle down. One thing for certain, he would be extremely surprised if he managed to hold on to his slot on the officer of the watch roster, and he damn well knew that all the work he'd put in over the course of the last month, taking up just about all of his waking off-duty time for that matter, had gone right down the tubes in terms of value. All because he had been unwilling to let some stuck-up bastard compromise their investigation when he had all but shot down an entire avenue of inquiry out of his fear of offending the local potentates. Bruised feelings would heal, eventually. But if Toollame managed to get off-world and to a warp-capable ship, the odds of ever getting their hands on him again would be literally astronomical. So, he found himself in a secondary, or even tertiary, conference room with Mabel and Charlie, and piles of data to filter through. Well, at least that he could do; he always had more facility with information than with people. And, at least as a minor victory, he'd not been shot down over his suggestion of hunting for what insiders would have been involved. And better yet, Sleebaggo had decided to find somewhere else to be. Though, the idea of answering to Mabel Henriksen and having her second-guess everything he said, even more than he was already hardly appealed... though it was better than dealing with some idiot who couldn't be bothered to do so much as take a tricorder scan... While the tasks were being parceled out, he considered the pot of the Arkarian version of coffee that was made available to them as Charlie spoke of the stuff's virtues. For a moment, he considered pouring himself a cup right off the bat... but instead he refrained, taking the time to obtain a quick chemical analysis of the contents, and checking it against the cocktail of medications he was on to manage the constant pain he was in from his cybernetic arm... and finally he poured himself a cup and tried a tentative sip. "Not bad," he managed with a ghost of a smile. Well, at least there was that saving grace available.. "Then I suppose I'll have the correspondence," he said, trying to muster something resembling enthusiasm. Which proved to be difficult, considering that he very well could be looking at some serious career implications the moment the investigation would come to a close. As he took the PADD with the whole set of transmissions, he established yet another link between his tricorder and the ship's computers, and fed a copy of the material to a contact-chaining program as to generate a graphic of who spoke to whom within and without the office, and filtering the message threads accordingly. And while that particular operation was set to cook, he leaned back in his chair, ersatz coffee in one hand, PADD in the other, and started scanning subject lines, seeking anything out of the ordinary. Charlie Fox [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Conference Room Z]After handing out the PADDs (leaving minister Palkor's diary for herself), Mabel finally felt compelled to sample the drinks. "They pack a punch!" she exclaimed. Meanwhile, the two received their documents.
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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 Jun 22, 2021 6:57:59 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Pierce Taggert / PO1 Jovireh Velal - Arkaria - Shuttle-Submersible Kenkrak] Jovireh was also feeling a little queasy. Being underwater was an entirely different sense of motion than being in space, and her body was not appreciating the change. She did her best to ignore it, though, primarily because on this borrowed vessel she had no idea where the biohazard bags were. If they even had any. Her gaze remained locked on the sensors that were running continuously, searching for any signs of other submerged vessels in their vicinity. So far, there was nothing. The farther they went without finding anything, the harder it was for Pierce to fight back the nagging suspicion that they were being led on a wild goose chase. If it wasn't for the other team going off information they'd gathered separately from their informant, he'd probably be going North instead of South at this point. He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his jaw, glancing over at Lt. Hudson. "All quiet on your end, too?" he asked, more for the sake of breaking the tense silence than actually thinking there was something she hadn't reported.
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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 Jun 22, 2021 22:06:15 GMT
At the Control Center of Arkaria's spaceport, the Starfleet personnel had access to all the specs and readouts that could be had. In there, they could see a persistent pattern of gaps and fluctuations popping up over the ocean in the western hemisphere of Arkaria, about 2000 km north of the south pole, in an area of about 1000 sq km.
FYI Isaiah Quinn , Rin Zakir , Kaya Som
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jun 23, 2021 7:23:04 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [ CPO Kaya Som | Briefing Room #2, Control Center, Spaceport HQ ]
"Hmm!" Kaya remarked at Rin's report of a different story from the security chief. "What's more likely - lower decks being straight about command blowing them off, or command covering their arse?" Kaya clearly was implying the former. That, and the other engineer's story was credible if Kaya's understanding of these kinds of systems was worth anything. "No offense," she added with a performative wince of apology to her commanding officer, Quinn. [Ensign Rin Zakir - Briefing Room #2, Spaceport HQ] Zak nodded at the lieutenant commander's observation, as there were clearly pieces in this puzzle that just didn't seem to fit. Still, he would rather he report what he had overheard, be wrong and look a fool, than the alternative. Before tapping his combadge to inform the captain of their findings thus far, Quinn hesitated and once again focused his attention on himself and Chief Som. How credible did they believe their sources to be, huh? "Mr Trax was extremely co operative with our investigation, and allowed me to have a good look at the systems and schematics they they had in place", he began, not sure just what the superior was getting at. he would be more than happy to go into more detail about his findings, once their preliminary report had been submitted. Though he felt he had built a pretty good rapport with the security chief, it was true that they should never take anything at face value. At the Control Center of Arkaria's spaceport, the Starfleet personnel had access to all the specs and readouts that could be had. In there, they could see a persistent pattern of gaps and fluctuations popping up over the ocean in the western hemisphere of Arkaria, about 2000 km north of the south pole, in an area of about 1000 sq km. [Lt. Commander Isaiah Quinn - Control Center, Spaceport HQ] During the past hour, quite a bit had happened. After reporting to the Captain, Quinn, Som and Rin had been tasked with attempting to locate a submersible vessel that was harboring du Tullame, waiting for an opportune moment to take advantage of the grid and transport off the planet. It had been narrowed down an area in the southern hemisphere. So, instead of trying to find a needle in a large stack of hay, they were now searching in a smaller stack. After making their needs known, Director Ke reluctantly ceded the Starfleet officers with what they needed. They were given access to several terminals. Senior Manager Trax gave a brief tutorial of the systems, and promised that anything else was needed it was theirs. Quinn was still thinking of his team's assessments of the pair. He agreed with Kaya and thought it was incredibly likely that Kel's warnings in the systems had been dismissed. Thus far, Zak seemed to be right about Trax, who appeared willing to assist them in their search. For the time being, Quinn just wanted to make certain their search was secure, so he opted to have only his team working on this. "Chief, can you modify these terminals to alert us if someone's looking in hard over our shoulders?" he asked the Engineer. "Also, do what you can to make sure that the readings we're getting are authentic and haven't been tampered with or overwritten. We need to make sure we're pointing our people in the right direction." It wasn't that he didn't trust the Arkarians, but he needed to make certain that the information they were obtaining hadn't been compromised."[/font] Quinn then turned towards Zakir. "Mr. Rin, these systems operate similar to our own tactical systems. I want you to concentrate your scans on this region," Isaiah said as he brought up a grid. "The one advantage we have is that these holes in the grid can't be predicted, and in order to detect them from beneath the surface of the water would require a modified sensor operating on low theta-wave frequencies."Isaiah pointed at a few gaps that had been previously seen. "We need to find where those theta-band bursts and those gaps overlap," he said. "We do that, and we should be able to give our people a good idea of where to look. Let's get to it."
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Jun 23, 2021 8:00:20 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Pierce Taggert / PO1 Jovireh Velal - Arkaria - Shuttle-Submersible Kenkrak] Jovireh was also feeling a little queasy. Being underwater was an entirely different sense of motion than being in space, and her body was not appreciating the change. She did her best to ignore it, though, primarily because on this borrowed vessel she had no idea where the biohazard bags were. If they even had any. Her gaze remained locked on the sensors that were running continuously, searching for any signs of other submerged vessels in their vicinity. So far, there was nothing. The farther they went without finding anything, the harder it was for Pierce to fight back the nagging suspicion that they were being led on a wild goose chase. If it wasn't for the other team going off information they'd gathered separately from their informant, he'd probably be going North instead of South at this point. He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his jaw, glancing over at Lt. Hudson. "All quiet on your end, too?" he asked, more for the sake of breaking the tense silence than actually thinking there was something she hadn't reported. [LTJG Chloe Hudson - Subble Kenkrak]
Chloe paid close attention to her monitor looking for any hits on scanners as she quietly hummed "Yellow Submarine" to herself. "All clear so far," she confirmed. She had never been underwater. It was a strange experience, while it wasn't dissimilar to the whole concept of a spaceship, for some reason it left her more scared and uncomfortable than that ever did.
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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 Jun 23, 2021 16:38:59 GMT
[Matthew Harmon - Submarine, Somewhere]Harmon had reluctantly agreed with the suggestion to catch a lift to Arkania with the Mac to relax and have some time away while he was suspended. He wasn't sure yet if he would be allowed to return to Starfleet, and even less sure about returning to his position. It was funny, not that long ago he would have taken any excuse to get out of his posting at Front Ear, but now he found himself wanting to stay. He'd started to build...something there. He'd finally made a friend or two. Or at least he had. It seemed he'd well and truly screwed things up with Charlie. Perhaps he should have handled the return differently, but if he could do it again, he wasn't sure he would do it much differently. It was the right thing to do. Still, he'd hurt Charlie. And the others, and for that he was deeply regretful. He'd decided he'd use his time off on Arkania to do some sailing. It had been a while, but he always enjoyed it, and it was at least an activity he could do alone, and sober. Not that he was spending much of the time sober lately. He did not expect however, to be suddenly abducted. On his holiday no less. Very rude. "Got any more of that wine? Interrupting my holiday, the least you could do is spare me from being too sober," he said in a totally blasé tone despite his predicament. He didn't really care what happened to him at this point. There wasn't anything they could do that scared him. What did he have to lose? Nothing anymore. [NPC - Gul Councillor-Elect Guillaume Marie-Étienne François Henri-Pierre Thierry du Toollamé - Submarine, Southern Ocean, Arkaria]"Oh, bien sûr, have as much as you want," Du Toollamé answered eagerly, and motioned for a guard to untie Harmon's left hand. Another guard dutifully poured a large glass of red for the human captive, but then, a third, a Caldonian, entered. "We'll have a gap to pass through in just under five minutes," he informed them. "Ah, bon. This will be over soon, mon ami," Du Toollamé assessed, speaking to Harmon.
Tag Matthew Harmon [ Lt. Cmdr. Pierce Taggert / PO1 Jovireh Velal - Arkaria - Shuttle-Submersible Kenkrak] Jovireh was also feeling a little queasy. Being underwater was an entirely different sense of motion than being in space, and her body was not appreciating the change. She did her best to ignore it, though, primarily because on this borrowed vessel she had no idea where the biohazard bags were. If they even had any. Her gaze remained locked on the sensors that were running continuously, searching for any signs of other submerged vessels in their vicinity. So far, there was nothing. The farther they went without finding anything, the harder it was for Pierce to fight back the nagging suspicion that they were being led on a wild goose chase. If it wasn't for the other team going off information they'd gathered separately from their informant, he'd probably be going North instead of South at this point. He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his jaw, glancing over at Lt. Hudson. "All quiet on your end, too?" he asked, more for the sake of breaking the tense silence than actually thinking there was something she hadn't reported. [LTJG Chloe Hudson - Subble Kenkrak]
Chloe paid close attention to her monitor looking for any hits on scanners as she quietly hummed "Yellow Submarine" to herself. "All clear so far," she confirmed. She had never been underwater. It was a strange experience, while it wasn't dissimilar to the whole concept of a spaceship, for some reason it left her more scared and uncomfortable than that ever did. [NPC - PO2 Roland L. Jenkins - Shuttle-Submersible Kenkrak]While trying to keep his lunch down, Jenkins' mind wandered. "Do you think we can run some scans of the water itself?" he mused. "Look for some hint or echo?"Having limited experience with planetary operations, the man didn't know what form this might take.
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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 Jun 23, 2021 20:35:10 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Pierce Taggert / PO1 Jovireh Velal - Arkaria - Shuttle-Submersible Kenkrak] "On it," Velal replied to the other PO's suggestion when the Commander didn't object. She filtered through the sensor's frequencies, trying to decide which might be the most likely to catch the sort of disturbances they'd need to look for. This was where an engineer or scientist would come in handy, but since they were all working on the spaceport, she had to make do with her limited systems knowledge. "There!" she called out triumphantly as a green flash lit up her screen. "A sonar pulse disruption, fourteen klicks off our starboard bow.""Adjusting course," Taggert replied, adjusting the navigation as indicated, unable to keep the hopeful note from his voice. "Well done you two." Sure, it might be too early for congratulations yet, but they at least had more to go off of than they did a few minutes ago.
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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 Jun 23, 2021 20:59:03 GMT
{Quotes} [ LT Joshua Niles - Conference Room Z, 5th Floor, Capitol, Arkaria ]Try as he might, Niles could not entirely push aside what would be in store for him once things would settle down. One thing for certain, he would be extremely surprised if he managed to hold on to his slot on the officer of the watch roster, and he damn well knew that all the work he'd put in over the course of the last month, taking up just about all of his waking off-duty time for that matter, had gone right down the tubes in terms of value. All because he had been unwilling to let some stuck-up bastard compromise their investigation when he had all but shot down an entire avenue of inquiry out of his fear of offending the local potentates. Bruised feelings would heal, eventually. But if Toollame managed to get off-world and to a warp-capable ship, the odds of ever getting their hands on him again would be literally astronomical. So, he found himself in a secondary, or even tertiary, conference room with Mabel and Charlie, and piles of data to filter through. Well, at least that he could do; he always had more facility with information than with people. And, at least as a minor victory, he'd not been shot down over his suggestion of hunting for what insiders would have been involved. And better yet, Sleebaggo had decided to find somewhere else to be. Though, the idea of answering to Mabel Henriksen and having her second-guess everything he said, even more than he was already hardly appealed... though it was better than dealing with some idiot who couldn't be bothered to do so much as take a tricorder scan... While the tasks were being parceled out, he considered the pot of the Arkarian version of coffee that was made available to them as Charlie spoke of the stuff's virtues. For a moment, he considered pouring himself a cup right off the bat... but instead he refrained, taking the time to obtain a quick chemical analysis of the contents, and checking it against the cocktail of medications he was on to manage the constant pain he was in from his cybernetic arm... and finally he poured himself a cup and tried a tentative sip. "Not bad," he managed with a ghost of a smile. Well, at least there was that saving grace available.. "Then I suppose I'll have the correspondence," he said, trying to muster something resembling enthusiasm. Which proved to be difficult, considering that he very well could be looking at some serious career implications the moment the investigation would come to a close. As he took the PADD with the whole set of transmissions, he established yet another link between his tricorder and the ship's computers, and fed a copy of the material to a contact-chaining program as to generate a graphic of who spoke to whom within and without the office, and filtering the message threads accordingly. And while that particular operation was set to cook, he leaned back in his chair, ersatz coffee in one hand, PADD in the other, and started scanning subject lines, seeking anything out of the ordinary. [NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Conference Room Z]After handing out the PADDs (leaving minister Palkor's diary for herself), Mabel finally felt compelled to sample the drinks. "They pack a punch!" she exclaimed. Meanwhile, the two received their documents. [Charlie Fox - Conference Room Z, 5th floor, Capitol, Arkaria]Charlie read the transcript once, frowned, and then started again. She lay the PADD down on the table and then picked up another, musing aloud as she typed in some queries. "What was it that Palkor said earlier about the number 37?" She pursed her mouth, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a few moments before she found the answer herself using the limited database access she'd been given. "It's pronounced the same way as the word 'Outsider', as per an old language of the southerners." She looked up at Mabel and Josh, then pulled her feet down off the chair so she could lean forward as she spoke. "Ang and Kan seem to think of it as a joke. And according to this exchange, the idea was apparently planted in Kan's head by someone called Nella."
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
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Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Jun 24, 2021 2:14:21 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles - Conference Room Z, 5th Floor, Capitol, Arkaria ]One thing for certain, there was a great deal of traffic to filter through. Much of it was truly routine, and without direct access to the ship's computers, a PADD was a pretty bloody stupid device so far as modern computing technology went. But he knew one thing: if there was any kind of evidence of an insider, he damn well needed to find some of it himself; he'd wound up yet again on the Old Lady's shit list because he would not let that line of inquiry go even impolitic as it was to insist on the integrity of the investigation. Even if he was right, he knew it would hurt; but if he'd been wrong, he might as well go for a long walk out a short airlock for such a fate would surely be preferable to what would await him otherwise. And though just as Charlie mentioned what she was working on, including a name, that same name appeared, flashing on Josh's own list. Apparently, something had tripped the PADD's search functions... and that name was Nella Pas. "I have a Nella here, a Nella Pas who's on Minister Palkor's staff. Just give me a minute."A few keystroke brought up not one, but three conversations that had been flagged as unusual and he quickly read them over. Once. Twice. Thrice. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, his voice cold yet imbued with a hard edge even as his eyes narrowed but burned with a dangerous light. "I got something."With a few taps of his PADD he shared his findings with Mabel and Charlie, and he couldn't help but exult in his findings... and in knowing that Sleebaggo had been wrong in deciding that looking into insiders was unwarranted. "I have a Nella Pas in contact with a Bram Krakis in Central Management at the prison. There's a lot that's been deleted, but reading between the lines it confirms there are insiders."Then, he had an idea, but one that was beyond him to implement. "Mabel, I would need you to ask the Captain for more access to the Department of the Interior's messaging logs. I need the full thing, including what's been deleted in whatever we were handed. And Nella Pas' complete comms logs, and financials. She looks like she's calling the shots for part of the operation, but something tells me she's not the one running the show."Now, that would be a test all right. Would Mabel, who for all intents and purposes was pretty much the Old Lady's right hand and understudy, actually consider what he was asking for, or reject it out of hand because of what had transpired earlier...
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Kaya Som
Engineering/Ops
Site Historian
Yaya! You have survived! That's too bad!
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Engineering
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Post by Kaya Som on Jun 24, 2021 2:35:20 GMT
[ CPO Kaya Som | Control Center, Spaceport HQ ]It was always nice to be appreciated for one's talents, to actually get to use the hard-won skills of pesky adolescence, getting vindication that one obsession or another had practical application beyond mischief. Thus Kaya was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to outsmart someone who thought they were clever. It was just a shame she couldn't show off for Kel. Kaya had in the time alloted set up a filter of sorts that took in all the sensor readings and output a meta-layer. This would hopefully light up any data that might be mottled with fingerprints or anything that didn't quite match. Of course, she'd color-coded it, so the data stream going by was properly psychadelic. Kaya leaned over the panel, resting on her elbows, her face illuminated by the rainbow. And then something struck her, an idea. She rose from her chair, still bent over the panel and started keying in commands. "They're going to hide the hole. They're going to hide the hole," she whispered. "That's what I'd do. They have to figure we're going to be watching the gaps, but who's going to notice if a random gap isn't there? We have to watch for a scrubbed entry." Kaya's fingers flew as she adjusted her filter program. Rin Zakir Isaiah Quinn
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