Exeter Compile 29 Dates: December 8, 2020 to December 14, 2020 Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express, Day 2 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express Day: 2 Stardate: 2445.12.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter –Corridor–CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0620) (USS Exeter –Corridor– ACFO, Ensign SG, Ronnie Winters- 0623) (USS Exeter –Corridor– CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0625) (USS Exeter –Sickbay – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 0911) (USS Exeter - Deck 8 - Aft lounge - Ensign Rylee Page - 09:13) (USS Exeter - Deck 8 - Aft lounge - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 09:15) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Ensign Janice Hammerfield - 0917) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 0921) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Ensign Janice Hammerfield - 0922) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine – Nurse – CPO Ewan McDonald - 0925) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Ensign Janice Hammerfield - 0926) (USS Exeter – Starlight Lounge - FO Ailynn Bracken and Bar Manager Caity DuBois - 0945) (USS Exeter - Biology lab- CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok-1033) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – CEO Office – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek - 1033) (USS Exeter - Biology lab- Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Ens. Stan More - 10:34 ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 10:35 ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 10:42 ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok - 10:44 ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 10:45) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 11:00 ) (USS Exeter – Main Science Lab - CSO Office - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 1131) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Trip Williams - 1200) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge - CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok- 1202) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1207) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 1210) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 1220) (USS Exeter – Main Science Lab - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 1241) (USS Exeter – Merek/ Shara personal quarters -CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok- 1242) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express Day: 2 Stardate: 2445.12.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter –Corridor–CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0620) Ire walked back slowly away from security. He would message Greta when he got back to their quarters as he guessed that she might have gone for her shift. He could not believe that it had happened. Nix been murdered on board the Exeter. These things should not happen. Now with the level of security and monitoring that the security department has access to. He did feel ashamed about how he had felt about Nix since their imprisonment on the bird of prey. He had come away from that experience feeling unsure about him. He was the intelligence officer, the spy, the agent being able to deal with those situations which was not how Ire had felt he had been, then there was the conversation in the shuttle bay. Ire had been eager to get back to the flying that he had not risen to his bates but there must have been an reason why he had done that in front of all those people. ~I guess I will never know~ He headed for the turbolift knowing that he had work to do ad he was already late. (Reply any) (USS Exeter –Corridor– ACFO, Ensign SG, Ronnie Winters- 0623) As she stood in the turbolift, Ronnie was running in place. She liked running the corridors rather than the track in the gym, because it allowed her a little bit of changing scenery, rather than the static track, and she didn't have to wait to book a holodeck and run at a time that it was free, rather than when she was free. She liked alternating decks on different days, just because again, the change of scenery. She was wearing her Exeter PT gear and was running in place to get herself warm. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was listening to music. She was ready to go. The moment the turbolift door opened, she started off and began to run. However as soon as she left the turbolift she barrelled into someone as he was trying to enter the turbo lift. "Oh Shit!" she said as she fell to the ground. As she rolled over and picked herself up off the ground. She looked over and saw that it was her boss. She quickly pulled herself up off the ground and then gave her hand to Ire to help pull him up. "Sorry sir." (reply Ire) "Sir, I'm really sorry for running into you." (reply Ire) "Sorry to pry sir, don't know if it was me or something else, put you look like someone just told you your dog ran away." (reply Ire) (reply Ire) (USS Exeter –Corridor– CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 0625) "Oh Shit!" she said as she fell to the ground. As she rolled over and picked herself up off the ground. She looked over and saw that it was her boss. She quickly pulled herself up off the ground and then gave her hand to Ire to help pull him up. "Sorry sir." Ire smiled as he helped Winters to her feet. “Now a problem Ronnie.” "Sir, I'm really sorry for running into you." “Do not worry about it. At least one of us is being proactive this morning.” "Sorry to pry sir, don't know if it was me or something else, put you look like someone just told you your dog ran away." He gave a sad smile. “I was informed this morning that Lieutenant Commander Nix was found dead in his quarters this morning.” (Reply Winters) “I don’t know they are still investigating.” (Reply Winters) (reply Winters) (USS Exeter –Sickbay – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 0911) “Do you know what’s going on?” Ewan asked the duty shift nurse. There had been roamers flying around the ship since he had woken up but there was nothing concrete. She smiled at him and leaned closer “Well, I heard from someone in Ops, who heard it from Science, who heard it from Security that there was a murder last night. That strange intelligence guy was found dead in his quarters and that he had been…” =^=Hammerfield to security, medical – we have a suspicious item in one of the replicators in the Nine and Dine. We could do with someone down here to investigate and take some forensic samples=^= “This sickbay. Sending someone right away.” =^=Understood=^= He grinned at the nurse. “Looks like there is more happening.” He grabbed a medical kit and headed for the door. (USS Exeter - Deck 8 - Aft lounge - Ensign Rylee Page - 09:13) "What can I do for you?" “Well, it’s not just me…. You see, Ensign Zot and i have been spending a lot of time together. He was instrumental in helping me with my physical therapy. Not just him, physiotherapist helped obviously but he kept me going…. We have become very close… Not physically but we are very attached to each other and, well, i thought you should know with him being my superior technically. Didn't want to break any rules or regulations…" she paused to take a breath and looked at Ensign Sleeford, "I'm babbling. Sorry sir." He looked across the table at her, "I'll be honest, when you sat, I did wonder what you wanted. I have two questions, firstly, do you think it will affect your duties? Secondly, do you think it will cause any dramas, as you know Zot if the assistant COO, will that cause you both problems?" "The answer to the first question is no. And the second, no again. It's a bit different due to the fact that we are totally alien to each other but we should be okay.” "Then I see no problem with your relationship, if however at anytime you feel there's a problem or a conflict of interest, I trust you'll inform me. " “Er…. yes, of course.” Rylee replied, a little surprised. Nodding Sleeford smiled, "In that case I wish you both well. " “Thankyou, Sir. Can i ask something?” (Reply Sleeford) “How are you doing, Sir?” (Reply Sleeford) Rylee listened as he talked, not wanting to interrupt. (reply Sleeford) (USS Exeter - Deck 8 - Aft lounge - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 09:15) Sleeford sat at the table opposite Page after wishing her well in her new relationship with Zot, the personal details to be honest where none of his concern, as long as they worked well together, he was happy for them. “Thank you, Sir. Can i ask something?” Looking up from the table Sleeford smiled and nodded; "Of course, what do you want to know?" “How are you doing, Sir?” Sleeford paused and stared at the coffee mug for several seconds, the question seemed innocent enough, but the implications ran deeper. "To be honest I've been better, I'm a suspect in an investigation of the murder of a Starfleet intelligence officer, i'll be frank, the man was a pain in the backside, however he didn't deserve to die. I have members of the crew already assigning guilt and i would assume that the others are in the same boat." Sleeford paused and took a breath, the niggle he'd had earlier was not smacking the back of his head trying to gain his attention. "Add to that that there's something that is driving me mad, there's something i'm not getting. Trouble is that I'm still a security man at heart, despite the move to Ops, I'd like nothing more then to be out there sticking my nose into things that i shouldn't, but i can't . Something is not right with the entire set up and I'm not getting it, something that.... oh i don't know. I'll probably wake up in about three days time in the early hours shouting like a loony and get carted away to the medical centre. Rylee listened as he talked, not wanting to interrupt. (Reply Rylee IYW) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Ensign Janice Hammerfield - 0917) " There you go Ensign. Now the fingerprints have been documented." “Thank you,” she looked back carefully taking the item out of the replicator with her hand grasped under her sleeve and inserted it into the container for T’kel. Show original message Janice gave him a nod and helped too clear the room out. Shuffling people away while she waited for someone from medical to turn up to give it a once over as well. “Mmm I hope Im just no making one big fuss,” she murmured to herself as she pulled a couple of chairs over to place in front of the door. Hopefully it would be obvious for people not to come in seeing the makeshift barrier. ( reply medical) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald - 0921) Ewan entered Nine and Dine and paused as he scanned the room. He saw Hammerfield and crossed to her. “Ensign you needed someone from medical?” (Reply Hammerfield) (Reply Hammerfield, any) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Ensign Janice Hammerfield - 0922) Show original message "Yes,” she replied, “Sorry you away but we found an item in the replicator over here.” She moved over to the dismantled unit with him. “Security has already been down to retrieve it along with a few scans of the area, but I figured that you might want to take a few scans as well in case anything else pops up.” (Reply Ewan) “Yea... im not really sure what we can get as it is used by a lot of people, but the item we found was internal to the unit so hopefully there isn’t too much contamination,” she kept a short distance back form Ewan trying not to interfere. “Thanks for coming down.” (Reply Ewan, any) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine – Nurse – CPO Ewan McDonald - 0925) “Security has already been down to retrieve it along with a few scans of the area, but I figured that you might want to take a few scans as well in case anything else pops up.” Ewan nodded and took out his tricorder. “Are you thinking that it might be contagious?” “Yea... im not really sure what we can get as it is used by a lot of people, but the item we found was internal to the unit so hopefully there isn’t too much contamination,” He moved forward towards the replicator and began to scan it. “Thanks for coming down.” “Not a problem. It would be good to catch it now before it spreads across the whole ship.” He paused as the tricorder beeped at him. “Sir. Dose security know how long it’s been here?” (Reply Hammerfield) “Okay. From what I can tell. There is a contagion here. It’s not life threatening but it will make people sick due to exposure.” (Reply Hammerfield) “Sir do we know who has used it?” (Reply Hammerfield) (Reply Hammerfield, any) (USS Exeter – Nine and Dine- Ensign Janice Hammerfield - 0926) “Not a problem. It would be good to catch it now before it spreads across the whole ship.” He paused as the tricorder beeped at him. “Sir. Does security know how long it’s been here?” "No idea – though we reckon it might have been stashed here after the murder,” she replied, “Put in quickly so damage to the replicatior drew our attention.” “Okay. From what I can tell. There is a contagion here. It’s not life threatening but it will make people sick due to exposure.” She scooted back a bit more from it, “Thats not good...” Show original message "Well there was myself – Lt Brightwood – T’kel from security,” she moved over and punched up the devices usage logs. “Ensign Rowen was the last person to use it today when the issue was reported. There are four more since the start of the day let me send you the logs over.” She tapped a few buttons on the panel to the side. “Here you go.” Janice’s mind raced a moment with a flurry of questions she tried to limit down to the important ones, “How contagious are we talking? Do you need a list for the room?” (Reply Ewan) “Am I going to need a shot or something for this?” She enquired taking a glance at the medical tricorder – all be it her understanding of it very limited. (Reply Ewan, any) (USS Exeter – Starlight Lounge - FO Ailynn Bracken and Bar Manager Caity DuBois - 0945) Sitting in the starlight lounge, caity held a cup of tea in her hands, more for warmth than anything else. After having been sitting there for a good hour, she was still a little numb. The thought of being a suspect in a murder was still hitting her hard as she stared blankly out of the window. Ailynn swept into the starlight lounge, drawing the curious glances of all it’s occupants. She was in a set of fresh, ivory-white scrubs, her rank pips and commbadge pinned discreetly at the collar, and her hair pulled back into a simple ‘out of the way’ ponytail. She realised for the second time that day that very few people on the Exeter crew had seen her dressed like this. She saw Caity over in one corner and strode over at full pace, ignoring everyone. Staring blankly out of the window, Caity had kept herself to herself for the last few hours. Not talking, not acknowledging anyone. It was difficult to think that people, for the second time in her short life, had thought bad of her. She sighed heavily and took a sip of her tea. “Caity…I came as soon as I was able to.” She held her arms out, a smile of deepest concern on her face. Taking a breath, she looked up at her, her lip began to tremble a little, "Ailynn…. I… didn't…" “Caity…” Ailynn helped her up, and pulled her into a hug. “It will be okay.” She kissed her cheek. “At the moment it’s just following leads.” "You haven't seen the looks…" she replied, resting her head on Ailynn. "People are talking." She looked up at her, "Is it safe for you to talk to me?" Ailynn nodded. “I have to be extremely careful about what I say. I can’t tell you about the case. However, nothing...nothing...will stop me being around to comfort you and being a shoulder for you to cry on.” "Okay." She responded, sitting back down. "This is bringing up memories for me that I didn't want to think about. Finally, I'm in a good place and now this.." “Memories?” She asked gently, motioning to a waitress and asking for a glass of water. “Need to talk?” Caity shook her head, "Not right now. After this is all done. It's a period of my life that only my uncle really knows about." “Okay sweetie. Whenever you’re ready.” Ailynn replied. “Is there anything you need?” "I'll be okay." “If you’re sure.” She sighed, finding it incredibly difficult to dance around every word in her mind. “Baby, I have to be really careful what I say, but I’m always around. If you need anything; I’m here, Ashlyn too, you can trust her, and she will never judge you.” "I hope not. She has to be pragmatic though. One of her staff is being questioned about murder." “If anyone says or does anything that is detrimental to you speak to both of us. Remember too, you have a right to counsel.” "Right to counsel and the right to refuse to speak to anyone without counsel there. Believe me I know." “Keep it in mind. Lean on those that you can.” She smiled gently. "Ailynn, what do I do? I'm scared." “Sit tight. Answer whatever questions that are asked of you. Think about your precise movements. Every minute, of the last twenty hours. Think about who you saw, and where, think about who saw you, when and where. Every detail regardless of how incidental, every machine, door whatever you interacted with.” "That's a lot." She sighed, "So what now? I can't work because no-one in the right mind will come to the bar whilst I have this hanging over my head." “Has anyone actually said that?” Ailynn asked gently. “Stand up and continue as you did; until and if you’re found guilty you’re innocent, and I’ll look anyone in the eye and stand by you on that. Otherwise if it’s getting to you, and I understand that, approach Ash and see if there’s a backroom job here. Expediting the pass maybe...I dunno.” "Rumours, that and I see the way people look. But maybe you're right. When they have finished in the bar, I'll open. Might even see the Captain down there eventually. " Ailynn smiled. “That’s my girl. Look. Take some time. I wasn’t joking about your movements, think about it all. Make notes.” "I can try. I might just wait until later. Take some downtime. " “I’ll be in later, steak sandwich, side of scampi.” Ailynn winked, a gentle smile on her face that she hoped portrayed calm, and support. "You're on." On a whim, Ailynn leant over the table, and gave Caity a kiss on the cheek, and another gentle wink. “Keep strong baby.” "I will try." Ailynn then squeezed her hand gently and stood up with a smile, and left the lounge, headed back once more to the mortuary. (Reply none) (USS Exeter - Biology lab- CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok-1033) Stan walked up to Ravok and handed him his phaser. “ Sir. I formally surrender myself to you.” Stan said sadly. Ravok took the phaser and looked Stan in the eye. " Surrender ? " “ Your comment about German Shepard’s after Blackwell spoke to you.I deduced that a German Shepard dog hair was found. As I am the only person on board the Exeter with that breed of dog. That makes me your chief suspect. It’s alright sir I understand fully.” Stan said. ~ What the hell are you doing ? ~ He thought as Stan was ready to throw himself into the fire. " Ensign More." Ravok said with bewilderment. " Come me down to deck 8, to my office. We need to talk. " ( reply More) Ravok walked out of the biology lab with Ensign more. USS Exeter – Main Engineering – CEO Office – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek - 1033) Over the past hour Keira had run every retrieval program she knew of to try and recover the missing data. Had it been just deleted the recovery programs would have bore some kind of fruit. A time stamp, a piece of a name or the code, something. When they wrote over the exact same quad of data (perhaps several times) each rewrite made the retrieval more and more improbable, maybe into the realms of impossible. She took a sip of coffee not realizing how long it had been there and spit the cold beverage right back into the cup. “Remind me never to do that again.” She said in disgust to no one and pushed the beverage and container to the side of her desk. Mentally she made a note to recycle it back into the replicator, later. Which made her think, maybe this trail has gone too cold. Working it at this angle has yielded as many results as it is going to, with the techniques at her disposal. She sent her copy of the file along with her findings up to that point and her notes into the main case file in the protected security section of the computer. She was sure Ravok would see it and further delegate it appropriately. It was time to attack this from another angle. How did the killer get into the room? A transporter would work, but there would be more logs if they beamed from the Exeter, any of the transporter rooms would take time to use, time to alter and they likely would have been seen, and in the time frame, would have left a trace. Not to mention also would have left a log getting into and out of that door if they transported conventionally, and the site to site coils hadn’t been used since the mission to the Gamma Quadrant, she had checked the coils were cold. Transporting from or to another ship would still leave a transporter trace. She continued to work the issue. She hoped to have something by the time came for her to report her findings. (Reply none yet) ( reply More) (USS Exeter - Biology lab- Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Ens. Stan More - 10:34 ) Stan knew that he had just done a very stupid thing. But he had his reasons for doing it. Firstly Ensign Hyru may of been a rude loud mouthed idiot. But with this new evidence half of security would be feeling the same way. This could cause tension throughout the department.When they needed to be an effective unit. After all the real killer was still among the crew. Who knew if they would be stopping at just Nix? The crew still needed protecting. Secondly he knew his friend Lieutenant Ravok. Would soon have no choice but to arrest More. With More incarcerated in the brig or under house arrest in his quarters. The killer would become sloppy. Thinking everyone would be at ease now. With the “ killer “ locked up. Thus whoever it was would make a mistake. His friend would pick up on. " Ensign More." Ravok said with bewilderment. " Come me down to deck 8, to my office. We need to talk. " “ Yes sir.” Stan said Ravok walked out of the biology lab with Ensign more. Walking behind him. “ I have my reasons for doing this sir.” Stan said. ( Reply , Ravok ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 10:35 ) It pained Stan to see the look of disappointment on his friends face. But Stan had his reasons, he just hoped. He could explain it to Ravok. Then his logic of putting himself up for arrest. Would be explained. ( Reply , Ravok ) “ It’s quite logical if you look at it. This recent piece of evidence is going to make me look. More then ever like Nix’s killer. Which I can assure you I am not. Ensign Hyru may be a loud mouthed idiot with no respect. But he won’t be the only person in security. Who thinks the same way. There is of course others who believe I am innocent. This will cause friction through out security. Causing a distraction you can do without. At a time when we need to be on our toes.” Stan took a breath. “ The real killer is still out there. We don’t even know if they plan to stop at Nix. You need them concentrating on their jobs. Not on whether I am innocent or not.” Stan said ( Reply , Ravok ) “ I understand that sir. But as someone once said. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one.” Stan replied ( Reply , Ravok ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 10:42 ) It pained Stan to see the look of disappointment on his friends face. But Stan had his reasons, he just hoped. He could explain it to Ravok. Then his logic of putting himself up for arrest. Would be explained. ( Reply , Ravok ) “ It’s quite logical if you look at it. This recent piece of evidence is going to make me look. More then ever like Nix’s killer. Which I can assure you I am not. Ensign Hyru may be a loud mouthed idiot with no respect. But he won’t be the only person in security. Who thinks the same way. There is of course others who believe I am innocent. This will cause friction through out security. Causing a distraction you can do without. At a time when we need to be on our toes.” Stan took a breath. “ The real killer is still out there. We don’t even know if they plan to stop at Nix. You need them concentrating on their jobs. Not on whether I am innocent or not.” Stan said ( Reply , Ravok ) “ I understand that sir. But as someone once said. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one.” Stan replied ( Reply , Ravok ) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok - 10:44 ) Ravok led Stan into his office and as soon as the door shut Ravok turned around and looked at him. " What the hell are you doing?" Ravok asked in a stern and annoyed tone of voice. “ It’s quite logical if you look at it. This recent piece of evidence is going to make me look. More then ever like Nix’s killer. Which I can assure you I am not. Ensign Hyru may be a loud mouthed idiot with no respect. But he won’t be the only person in security. Who thinks the same way. There is of course others who believe I am innocent. This will cause friction through out security. Causing a distraction you can do without. At a time when we need to be on our toes.” Stan took a breath. “ The real killer is still out there. We don’t even know if they plan to stop at Nix. You need them concentrating on their jobs. Not on whether I am innocent or not.” Stan said Ravok was completely dumbfounded at Stan's logic. He sat down in his chair and shook his head. "Ensign with you turning yourself in for a crime that you claim you didn't even commit. You have just handicapped this department. " “ I understand that sir. But as someone once said. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one.” Stan replied " Here's one for you " Ravok said with an annoyed look on his face. "Being emboldened by duty to one's self is the strength that solidifies the masses." He said quoting an old romulan saying. " You may think you're doing something commendable, but you're not Ensign. You literally just allowed your paranoia to label you a suspect. You assumed damning evidence was collected to name you a culprit in the probable death of Commander Tyko Nix instead of allowing the investigation to move forward in a natural progression of events. You threw yourself into the fire. Now I have no choice but to remove you from duty , remove all security clearances. You're lucky I don't throw you in the brig. " ( reply Stan) " Ensign More, the investigation still continues. There are things you aren't aware of that are coming to light. I am not arresting you. I refuse to arrest someone who just feels like they need to prove a point or because they are concerned about the meaningless opinions of their peers. You're a good man Stan, but you literally just threw yourself on a sword for no reason. " Ravok said as he covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. The stress was getting to him. ( reply More) " Ensign your off duty as of now. You were worried about people suspecting you before. Now people are gonna be even more sure that you're the one. Thus causing them to lower their awareness and their guard. Making it easier for something bad to happen again because now everyone will become complacent. What we need is fear , real fear of a possible killer on the loose , real fear motivates people, drives them. But now they think the case is closed and even worse people are going to assume that I have taken it easy on you by not throwing you in the brig." ( reply More) " I will admit your tactic of turning yourself sounds very Romulan of you, but take it from a Romulan… If you want to play the game of tactics you must think 10 steps ahead of yourself at all times. " Ravok said. He pulled a device from his desk. " Wear this at all times. It will track your movements by a system that functions independently of the ship's main computer. I will receive moment to moment updates of your movements. Take it off and I will personally drag you to the brig myself. " Ravok said as he handed the Ensign More the wrist band. ( reply More) " You aren't confined to quarters, but I am watching you carefully….dismissed." ( replies More) ( USS Exeter - Deck 8- CTO office - Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More - 10:45) Stan did not agree with Ravok’s reaction. He felt the opposite to him. But his respect for the Lieutenant and his position. Stopped Stan from saying this out loud. “ I am sorry you see it that way sir.” Stan said " Ensign More, the investigation still continues. There are things you aren't aware of that are coming to light. I am not arresting you. I refuse to arrest someone who just feels like they need to prove a point or because they are concerned about the meaningless opinions of their peers. You're a good man Stan, but you literally just threw yourself on a sword for no reason. " Ravok said as he covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. The stress was getting to him. A slight feeling of guilt crossed Stan. It was clear he caused his friend more stress. But in the Scotsman mind. This was the only way. “ Are you alright sir?” Stan said concerned " Ensign your off duty as of now. You were worried about people suspecting you before. Now people are gonna be even more sure that you're the one. Thus causing them to lower their awareness and their guard. Making it easier for something bad to happen again because now everyone will become complacent. What we need is fear , real fear of a possible killer on the loose , real fear motivates people, drives them. But now they think the case is closed and even worse people are going to assume that I have taken it easy on you by not throwing you in the brig." Stan did not agree with this. He felt it would have the opposite reaction. At the moment there was an air of tension. Security was split into two. Those he felt he was guilty as hell and those who did not. Now they would gel together again. Until someone was carted of to prison. No one would be considering it case closed. “ You must do what you think is best sir.” Stan said " I will admit your tactic of turning yourself sounds very Romulan of you, but take it from a Romulan… If you want to play the game of tactics you must think 10 steps ahead of yourself at all times. " Ravok said. He pulled a device from his desk. " Wear this at all times. It will track your movements by a system that functions independently of the ship's main computer. I will receive moment to moment updates of your movements. Take it off and I will personally drag you to the brig myself. " Ravok said as he handed the Ensign More the wrist band. “ I understand sir. Don’t worry until I am proven innocent this will stay on.” Stan assured him. " You aren't confined to quarters, but I am watching you carefully….dismissed." “ Thank you. Take care.” Nodding Stan left the office. ( Reply , none ) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 11:00 ) ‘ Dare to be honest and fear no labor ‘ :- Robert Burns Stan had been wondering about a few things. Lillian was shedding her puppy fur. That part was true, but how did her hair? Get into an area where it could incriminate him? As he watched her from his desk. Lillian seemed almost beside herself with glee.A rather dark thought came into his mind. Stan remembered back to his first conversation with Ravok. Shortly after Nix’s body had been found. More had told him. “ If anyone had bad thoughts towards Nix it was Lillian “ No she was just a young puppy going into adulthood. She couldn’t of killed him.For one thing how could she get out? The doors were programmed only to let her out. When she had her muzzle on or the ship was about to explode. Unless she got through the grill! But that was impossible to open if you had no thumbs. Unless......... Stan had to be sure. He took out a scanner from his desk. Then with a sample collector he moved towards Lillian. She looked side ways at him. As he moved to take her paw. “ This won’t hurt,” Stan told her “ Not me it won’t “ Lillian replied Stan blinked as Lillian’s tongue shot out of her mouth and wrapped itself around his neck. Her body started to melt into a large blob of light brown goo. She was a changeling!!!! Stan tried to pull her tongue away from his neck. But it changed it a glutinous tendril. Squeezing all the air and his life out of his body. Stan shook himself awake. He was laying on his bed. Suddenly something touched his hand. Lillian looked into his eyes. Stan gave a loud shriek and fell off the bed. The puppy seeing her master on the floor. Thought it was a new game and excitedly started barking. She then went to lick his face. But kept jumping out of arms reach. Every time Stan tried to grab her. Barking excitedly she jumped back licking his face. Until he tried to grab her again. Eventually she got bored and went back to her holding area. Stan got up and went to wash his face. “ That’s the last time I eat Haggis at 10:55am in the morning” He said ( Reply , None ) (USS Exeter – Main Science Lab - CSO Office - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 1131) Standing up from her desk, something had hit Erin in the last few hours. A realisation. Not only was she not willing to hide anymore, she had a team to lead. Whatever would happen, well, it would and she walked towards her door, unlocked it and walked into the main Science lab with a new fire in her belly. ~I’ll be damned if i am hiding because of one night. I’m not going to hide away because of a decision i made that may or may not put me in harms path.~ she thought to herself as she entered the main section of the lab and saw a couple of her staff glance towards her. Taking a breath, she looked at her staff, “Okay. I have a few things that i need to say to you all. Firstly, i am sorry for locking myself away for the last few hours. It was a bad choice on my part and i am done hiding. Secondly, no doubt you have all now heard about the tragic death of Commander Tyko Nix. Heck, some of you were even involved in the preliminary investigation that has taken place so far this morning. By now you are no doubt aware that i was questioned in relation to his death. So, let me set a few things straight. Yes, i was questioned because of something that transpired between the Commander and i on deep space nine.” she held her hand up to stop the inevitable interruption and continued, “Yes, it is true that we slept together. I’m done hiding that as well. Did i have anything to do with his death? No. I can only state that categorically, i did not kill him nor was i involved in his death in any way. You guys can choose to believe that or not, that is your choice as free individuals. All i can say to you is that, from this point on, i am not hiding. You want to ask anything, go right ahead. For now, business as usual. So, please, go about your work, your projects. If you have been involved in the investigation, until such time as i am deemed no longer a person of interest, then forward all your findings onto Lieutenant Ravok.” (reply science) “Any questions?” (Reply Science) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge - CO, Captain Trip Williams - 1200) Trip sat patiently in his chair at the front of the conference table. He made sure that the holographic displays at the individual seats of his command staff were working properly so that they can present their findings. It was an odd moment. Normally he would have his whole senior staff present, but it would not be appropriate at this time. While he was sure they would be quickly ruled out, his Chief Flight, Science, and Operations Officer were currently persons of interest. His Chief Medical Officer was also out sick. So he would have to make due with his First, Second, and Third officers who were currently running the investigation. He hated that they were having to do this investigation to begin with. Not that he wanted a murderer to go free, it was the whole fact that there was a murderer to begin with, it just, made him want to scream. But he was going to do his best, to stay grounded, level headed, and mature, even though this was one of the few times since he graduated from the academy that he felt like a green 23 year old. He looked at his assembled officers and sighed, "Sorry for cutting into your lunch times. Normally I'd have food service for this, but I didn't think it was appropriate given the subject matter to be discussed. I don't want anyone to...." Trip paused, "Lose their lunch so to speak." (reply Ravok, Bracken, Merek iyw) Trip then activated his display that attempted to show a timeline of events. "Now then, we have a dead officer on our hands and a lot more questions than answers at the moment. So, let's put our pieces of the puzzle and see what we can figure out. So who wants to go first?" (reply Ravok, Bracken, Merek) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge - CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok- 1202) "Sorry for cutting into your lunch times. Normally I'd have food service for this, but I didn't think it was appropriate given the subject matter to be discussed. I don't want anyone to...." Trip paused, "Lose their lunch so to speak." " Who has time to eat." Ravok commented. Trip then activated his display that attempted to show a timeline of events. "Now then, we have a dead officer on our hands and a lot more questions than answers at the moment. So, let's put our pieces of the puzzle and see what we can figure out. So who wants to go first?" Without even looking at the others Ravok casted his information on the holographic displays. " At precisely 0006 until 0201 last night the ship's internal Biometric systems and sensors were placed in a state of looped tracking. During this time several members of the crew reported anamolies in non essential areas. The arboretum, corridor 132 section B on deck 2, Holosuit 3 on deck 9 , several replicator malfunctions are among the most noted performance issues. Each of these reported events happened during various 4 minute and 8 second time intervals that seemed to be moments of something called a programming pulse as noted By Ensign Zot. " Ravok paused as he changed the display " Call to security from Commander Tyko Nix transpired at exactly at the 0152.37 time index, security officer Suop arrived at exactly time index 0156.58. Security alert was sent to me at 0158 and a command alert was sent to you Captain at 0200. Here are rh lost of names I have interviewed thus far, as you will see they are matched with the appropriate security files that I sent out earlier." Ravok said as the names appeared. " An engineering maintenance team discovered a metal rolling pin that was thrown with force inside of a replicator unit causing damage to several of the isolinear chips inside. Thus leading to the replicator malfunctions that brought the repair two there in the first place. Security was contacted and the scene was documented before and after removal of the item in question. Later DNA analysis determined the blood on the metal rolling pin belonged to Commander Tyko Nix. Further organic forensic analysis found that fingerprints of 7 individuals were on the commonly used item. Of the prints discovered it was revealed that all prints were left in a manner of proper use of the item. None of the prints collected displayed any angle concurrent with the item being used as a blunt force weapon. A few strands of dog hair were also found in the commander's quarters belonging to the dog of Ensign More. Ensign More is currently off duty after turning himself into me , although he did not admit guilt he turned himself over on the grounds of...opinion, suspicion and paranoia and is being monitored by an independent monitoring system in the event of another hack or security breach of our systems. " Ravok stopped and looked at them all. " That's all I have so far. " ( reply Trip, Bracken , Merek) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1207) The Captain looked at his assembled officers and sighed, "Sorry for cutting into your lunch times. Normally I'd have food service for this, but I didn't think it was appropriate given the subject matter to be discussed. I don't want anyone to...." Trip paused, "Lose their lunch so to speak." " Who has time to eat." Ravok quipped. Keira let out a chuckle all she had since waking up was half of a latte. Trip then activated his display that attempted to show a timeline of events. "Now then, we have a dead officer on our hands and a lot more questions than answers at the moment. So, let's put our pieces of the puzzle and see what we can figure out. So who wants to go first?" Ravok wasted no time laying out the information he had compiled and analyzed, ending with. “That's all I have so far." Keira looked around and decided what she had would fit in well next. “I scanned the whole room with a hand tricorder. I sent a copy of the information to medical and labelled it as part of the case, as such it carried all the encryptions associated with it. I’m not a forensic analyst so I’ll leave that portion up for interpretation. I began with the obvious entry way, the door. No signs of entry or tampering to the mechanical aspects of the door. Meaning people who used it did so through the standard means and used no mechanical or energy based lock defeat. I poured over my scans and revealed no forced entry through other means, they didn’t cut in from the decks above or below or adjoining walls. I went through the biometric logs of who entered and exited. Here’s where I saw the first evidence of tampering. They didn’t delete the file, that would have shown right away. They replaced the contents character for character with random characters, essentially unformatted gibberish, but only on the parts that happened during the biometric footage loop. I attempted to run every recovery program we have on file. Had they just deleted it we would have salvaged something. Because who ever altered the databank no only removed but overwrote the section of code with gibberish the chances of us recovering the data uncorrupted are slim. I sent my findings back to the main file with a copy of the log to the main case file for future reference, and perhaps a more extensively trained computer expert could take a look.” Keira explained her first part. (Reply any, or none) “Comparing the affected part with known unaffected parts, everyone’s entry to Tiko’s quarters after the discovery of his remains, I found the gibberish portions have enough bulk data for two entries and exits and one either exit only or one entrance only. So either our killer used some other method to get in, or some other method to get out. Given the time of death time line outlined by Lieutenant Ravok, that rules out conventional transporter use, because there would have still been a transporter trace. In the interest of being thorough Transporter Rooms, main, emergency, site to site and cargo on board the Exeter were not used during the time period. Logs were found untampered. Transporters from outside would have left a similar signal, even if they found someway to do so from a cloaked ship..” Keira explained. (Reply any) “I have a theory.” Keira said with a grin. (Reply any) “I ran out of conventional ways to make it happen so I moved to unconventional.” Keira started. “ Looking though the various databanks and historical records now available to me as a Lieutenant Commander searches for a transport system that leaves little or no trace comes up with a type of transport rejected by the Federation and many of the Alpha quadrant powers. It’s called colloquially “shifting” but is a method of folded space transportation based on the Elway Theorem. With it and enough power one could be transported any distance to a known location nearly instantaneously. It could even get into and out of a shielded room, or through any barrier.” (Reply any) “Well it has a few really big flaws. It takes quite a bit of power to use, substantially more than conventional transporters. The device also causes subspace pressure modulations on both sides. Finally the last flaw, and according to my file, the part that caused Alpha quadrant major powers to drop research, repeated use causes cumulative damage to subject’s genetic material that eventually prove fatal.” (Reply any) “If you wanted someone dead bad enough? Some people are that crazy. Good news I think we can track it’s use. Now that we know what we are looking for.” Keira answered. (Reply any, room for questions) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 1210) Ailynn sat back, Ravok’s report giving her much to think of, there were so many facets to this case, and she knew, even as Kiera began speaking, that they were in for the long haul on this one. “Comparing the affected part with known unaffected parts, everyone’s entry to Tiko’s quarters after the discovery of his remains, I found the gibberish portions have enough bulk data for two entries and exits and one either exit only or one entrance only. So either our killer used some other method to get in, or some other method to get out. Given the time of death time line outlined by Lieutenant Ravok, that rules out conventional transporter use, because there would have still been a transporter trace. In the interest of being thorough Transporter Rooms, main, emergency, site to site and cargo on board the Exeter were not used during the time period. Logs were found untampered. Transporters from outside would have left a similar signal, even if they found someway to do so from a cloaked ship..” Keira explained. Ailynn listened with interest. She wasn’t an engineer by any stretch of the imagination, but she found it fascinating nonetheless. “So where does that lead us?” She asked Kiera curiously. “I have a theory.” Keira said with a grin. ~When you have ruled out the possible…~ Ailynn considered obliquely. She leaned back in concentration as the Second Officer continued her report. “I ran out of conventional ways to make it happen so I moved to unconventional.” Keira started. “ Looking though the various databanks and historical records now available to me as a Lieutenant Commander searches for a transport system that leaves little or no trace comes up with a type of transport rejected by the Federation and many of the Alpha quadrant powers. It’s called colloquially “shifting” but is a method of folded space transportation based on the Elway Theorem. With it and enough power one could be transported any distance to a known location nearly instantaneously. It could even get into and out of a shielded room, or through any barrier.” Ailynn spoke up. “Not my field I appreciate, but I read something about that. There are a lot of reasons that we don’t use Elway shifting.” She spoke with a shake of her head, rubbing her temples. It had been a very long day already. “Well it has a few really big flaws. It takes quite a bit of power to use, substantially more than conventional transporters. The device also causes subspace pressure modulations on both sides. Finally the last flaw, and according to my file, the part that caused Alpha quadrant major powers to drop research, repeated use causes cumulative damage to subject’s genetic material that eventually prove fatal.” “I would ask if someone would actually do that, all things considered…” Ailynn observed quietly. “If you wanted someone dead bad enough? Some people are that crazy. Good news I think we can track it’s use. Now that we know what we are looking for.” Keira answered. “Anything detectable by this type of shifting? Sub-particle byproducts, Quantum state fluctuation? I mean it’s been a while since my transporter physics lectures, but I was listening in...some..of them.” Ailynn’s tone was slightly whimsical, a by-product of there being far too many questions left unanswered, and those that they had, had only asked more questions than they had started with. (Reply Kiera, any) (USS Exeter –Observation Lounge – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 1220) As the questions from Kiera’s section drew to a close Ailynn got up out of her seat, and stretched slightly. “Forgive me, I prefer to be on my feet while I do this, tend to think better.” She took a sip of water, and then spoke up. “Computer, display file Bracken - six - omega - three.” [Confirmed. Presentation displaying.] “First things first. What I am about to tell you is going to open up even more questions than it can answer. I can only present the absolute, medical truth as I see it. Captain, I took the liberty of running my data past the Admiral, and she confirmed my time of death, as we previously discussed.” she turned to Kiera and Ravok. “We’ll come to that momentarily.” (Reply Trip/Kiera/Ravok IYW) “Commander Nix was a reasonably healthy, highly trained Officer. Bajoran Male, aged 45. Body mass showed a slightly higher than normal subcutaneous fat, all congruous with age, body type and physiological expectation. No sign of cardiac trauma or fatal toxicity, no sign of renal failure or ketonacidosis, no sign of fatal blood toxicity, no sign of fatal stomach toxicity, or allergy induced toxicosis. He was...in short...utterly healthy, and despite the presence of toxins in his system, all of them are way below the LD50 of a Bajoran his type and age.” (Reply any) “Diet was reasonable, if sometimes ill-advised. Onto the more interesting. Subject was found naked in his room. Behavioural analysis suggests that this would be unusual for an officer of his type. However, no sign of sexual contact, secondary inspection showed no evidence that he had had or was expecting intercourse.” (Reply any iyw) “Computer slide 12.” The display flickered, to show the scan of the rear of Nix’s skull as it had been when the body had been found. “Note the massive trauma to the rear of the skull. Now I would genuinely love to tell you that this is what killed him, however this was done post mortem, I’ve seen the rolling pin, I’m happy enough to say that that was the item that did this damage, however….” She clicked to the next slide. “Repiecing the skull back together, shows that cause of death was a brutal, sharp break to the neck. Massive trauma to cervical vertebrae 1. Death instantaneous. Given the evidence, I think that Nix knew his killer…” She sipped at the water again. “Trip, We went over this earlier, and I can’t get past this thought...how did the killer get so close? However, it’s my belief that our female suspects simply don’t have the physical strength, or the rage to do this.” (Reply Trip) She nodded, and carried on. “Two more things. Firstly; We are dealing with a suspect or suspects that display an extreme capability of forensic countermeasure” (Reply any) “Lastly. All cards on the table.” She leant on the back of her chair, having walked all the way round the table a couple of times; Ailynn could never sit still. “The three of you know the position I’m in, one of my closest friends and my girlfriend are both suspects, I have been utterly neutral in my report. If you find yourself disagreeing with any point, or even object to my neutrality in this matter, please take it up with Trip in the first instance, and he will inform SFMHQ, I have nothing to hide. Any questions?” (Reply any) (USS Exeter – Main Science Lab - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez - 1241) Taking a breath after speaking with her staff, Erin had sat down at a console and was going through the latest reports from her team when she spotted the report regarding the items that had been stolen from the department. On their own, the inert compounds and one gas were innocuous, not really worth stealing. As she read through the full lists of only a few items, something niggles in her mind. Suddenly her eyes widened, her heart began to beat and she took several deep breaths, "Oh no… no… no…" (Reply any) Slapping her combadge, Erin spoke quickly, "Cortez to Ravok." (Reply Ravok) "The items stole from my department. I know what they are… well, of course I do but…" (Reply Ravok) "By themselves, they cause no issue. When mixed together, under the right circumstances, they would become something other entirely. " (Reply Ravok) "Two of the four would make a gas powerful enough to knock out and paralyze anyone within at least a 15ft radius." (Reply Ravok) "The others… could be put together to create a highly explosive compound. Enough to do some serious damage if used by the warp core let's say." (Reply Ravok, any) (USS Exeter – Merek/ Shara personal quarters -CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok- 1242) " Sit still " Ravok said in frustration to Rayna as he sat behind her ,attempting to pull her curly hair up into something called a ponytail. Rayna kept pulling away. " FINE!!" Ravok yelled and threw the hair brush across the room. The brush broke into pieces. Rayna turned and looked at him. He had never raised his voice at her before. Ravok instantly knew he had just made a mistake. Her eyes reflected fear. He slid off the chair he was sitting on and grabbed her quickly by the arms. " I am so sorry. " He exclaimed as he pulled her in for a hug and squeezed her gently " It's not your fault. Please know that. It's just that…" Ravok tried explaining his current mood but how could explain to a child her age the events of the day. " Ok daddy. " she said, hugging him back. He looked her in the eyes. " Something bad happened today and I'm trying to make it right. I have been trusted to keep people on this ship safe and I didnt do my job sweetheart." " Need help?" She asked with a cute smile. Ravok laughed a little. " Yes I do , but you can't help me with this. " " Ask Keira. She helps me." Ravok looked at her and felt his heart flutter. She was so smart at times. " Keira is helping me. Keira helps me everyday. " he remarked. " Keira tells me family helps family." She said with a nod of her little head. " That's right family helps family. " He said thinking about Erin, Ire, Greta, Trip , Bracken , Sleeford and even More. Erin was like a sister to him, Ire and Trip were brothers to him. Bracken was Trips family and to Ravok that made her family as well. Sleeford and More were welcome additions to his family in his heart. He looked at Rayna " You wanted to help daddy? Well you just did sweetheart. " Rayna smiled. " You're welcome." She said and ran off to her ever growing pile of toys. Ravok stood up. " Nanny " he said as the holographic care provider appeared. " Yes?" the hologram asked. " Keep an eye on Rayna. Until Nesha gets here. She is off duty and is going to watch her for a bit." He said as the hologram nodded her head in acknowledgment. =/\=Cortez to Ravok.=/\= " Yeah go ahead " He answered. =/\=The items stole from my department. I know what they are… well, of course I do but…=/\= " I also know what they are. What's going on ?" He asked with confusion. =/\By themselves, they cause no issue. When mixed together, under the right circumstances, they would become something other entirely. =/\= " In the right proportions I can see how a few of them would be dangerous and not a good choice for a chaser." He remarked. =/\=Two of the four would make a gas powerful enough to knock out and paralyze anyone within at least a 15ft radius.=/\= " Sodium hypochlorite and isopropyl mixed with Uretythme ketone can create a rather deadly mixture. What about the others ?" He inquired. =/\=The others… could be put together to create a highly explosive compound. Enough to do some serious damage if used by the warp core let's say.=/\= Erin warned. Ravok thought for a moment " Please let Commander Merek know right away better yet let Ensign Hammerfield know as well her knowledge in security and engineering makes her a valuable asset." ( Reply Erin.) " Thank you...Erin. Ravok out." ( reply Erin if you want.) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<