Exeter Compile 35 Dates: January 22, 2021 to January 31, 2021 Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express, Day 2 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express Day: 2 Stardate: 2445.12.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter – Bridge - 2O/CEO - Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek - CTO/3O- Lieutenant Ravok - 1357) (USS Exeter – Deck 8 Security Center - 2O/CEO - Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek - CRO/3O - Lieutenant Ravok - 1406) (USS Exeter , Counsellors Office - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 14:56 ) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens.( Sg ) Stan More - 15:00 ) (USS Exeter – Captain’s Yacht – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 1522) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign – Galu Vozi – 1533) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign Janice Hammerfield – 1534) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign – Galu Vozi– 1538) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign Janice Hammerfield – 1539) (USS Exeter – Science Labs – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek & CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1639) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 17:10) (USS Exeter – Deck 9 - arboretum – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1734) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens.( Sg ) Stan More - 18:00 ) (USS Exeter - Deck 8 -Armory storage room 2- SPC Armory chief PO2 Sytuk- 18:02 ) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1803) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign – Oliver Wallis - 1805) (USS Exeter – Gymnasium – ACMO – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 1805) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1807) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign - Oliver Wallis - 1809) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters – Tac Officer – Ensign – Arbor - 18:09) (USS Exeter - Deck 4 -Personal Quarters - SPC Armory chief PO2 Sytuk- 18:10) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1811) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- ACOO Comp. Ops. Ensign SG. Zot - 1813) (USS Exeter -Security Department – Security Office- Tac Officer – Arbor - 18:15) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 18:15) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- SPC Comp ops ACOO Ensign Sg Zot- 1816) (USS Exeter – Deck 8 -Tac Office – Tac/ Sec Ens.( Sg) Stan More - 18:20 ) (USS Exeter – Deck 8 -Tac Office – Tac Officer – Ensign - Arbor - 18:23) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 18:25) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1825) (USS Exeter –Security Centre – Tac Officer – Ensign - Arbor - 18:29) (USS Exeter- Temporal Observation Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke - 1833) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters- SOPS, Lt. JG Billy Alexander- 18:35) (USS Exeter- Sleeford’s personal quarters- Tac officer – Ensign – Arbor - 18:35) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 18:36) (USS Exeter – Aft Lounge – Ensign Rylee Page - 1836) (USS Exeter – Aft Lounge – Ensign Rylee Page & Ensign Stan More - 1836) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- Tac Officer – Ensign – Arbor - 18:38) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, Ensign SG Jack Roberts - 1840) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, Enisgn SG Jack Roberts - 1845) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, - Lieutenant(jg) Victoria Corsica - 1847) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite -Counselor, Ensign SG Jack Roberts - 1850) (USS Exeter- Temporal Observation Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke - 1852) (USS Exeter – Primary Computer Core- SPC ACOO Comp Ops Ensign Sg Zot & Tac/Sec Ens.Stan More - 18:56 ) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez & Ensign Trinity Frost - 1904) (USS Exeter- Alexander’s Personal quarters- Tac officer – Ensign – Arbor – 19.15) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters– CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1919) (USS Exeter – Captain's Ready Room -CO, Captain Trip Williams -1930) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, - Lieutenant(jg) Victoria Corsica - 1932) (USS Exeter – Deck 7 – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1937) (USS Exeter – Deck 3- Merek Shara shared quarters- CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok-1938) (USS Exeter - Deck 1, Ready Room - Counselor, - Lieutenant(jg) Victoria Corsica - 1938) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 1940) (USS Exeter – Deck 1- captain's ready room -CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok-1943) (USS Exeter – Ready Room - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 1944) (USS Exeter – Ready Room – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1946) (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald- 2141) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express Day: 2 Stardate: 2445.12.02 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< (USS Exeter – Bridge - 2O/CEO - Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek - CTO/3O- Lieutenant Ravok - 1357) Keira’s thoughts were reeling. The possibility of three assailants was not something that had come to her mind. She and Ravok both exited the meeting. “I hadn’t thought about..” Ravok turned to her without looking at her and softly said ." Not here Sir." Hoping she would understand his reasoning for saying that. “Right.” Keira corrected herself and shut up after Ravok’s reminder. They’d need a place to go away from prying eyes and ears. “Your place or mine?” He led her to the Turbolift. " Security is the safest place on the ship, plus a direct tie into all systems can be performed with the proper clearances." “Also, not like I can kick all the engineers out of Engineering, many systems are automated but not all.” Keira admitted, “Good call.” “Deck 8.” She commanded the lift as the doors shut. (USS Exeter – Deck 8 Security Center - 2O/CEO - Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek - CRO/3O - Lieutenant Ravok - 1406) Ravok led her into the security center and right into a large room that could be used for various types of work. It was often utilized for briefings or training courses. The room was secure and had a large rectangular table in the center which was a little higher than waist level. The table itself was an interactive terminal. Ravok locked the doors behind them. " So where do we start ? " “Having three assailants was something I hadn’t thought about.” Keira said. She pulled up the file she had sent to Ravok earlier, the scrambled entry log for the room of the deceased. “Remember how I said there was enough raw data for three people entering and exiting and one person entering or exiting but not both?” Ravok crossed his arms and looked at the file. " Yes " “Well, with three people that changes things,” Keira continued. “Now any of those three entries and exits would have been one of the killers.” “He may have even let one in with a smile, not knowing it would be one of the last people to see him alive.” Keira added her line of thought now stained with the macabre. He rubbed his temple right near his artificial eye. It had been bothering him off and on all day. " The part I don't get in all of this is why they went through such great extremes to make this as absurd as possible. Who do you know on this ship who has the technical knowledge or atleast a vague knowledge of the folding transport theory?" He asked. “Best theory?” Keira asked. Ravok shrugged his shoulders. " I dont know " “Another agent such as Tyko.” Keira answered Ravok’s first question. “Intelligence Services have been known to plant agents with fake credentials, and skill sets that weren’t on the record. Not even counting Romulus, just using Earth as an example many of the early political nations sent spies to each other disguised as I don’t know custodial or maintenance workers that are barely even noticed but have access to everything, because of their jobs.” Ravok looked at her. " Tell me if you walked into the operations department right now could you tell the difference between an unarmed security officer and a operations officer ?" “Not initially, not right away.” Keira admitted. " Exactly , you know why ? Because of the color of our uniforms. Operations and engineering crew members can go almost anywhere and rip open a wall panel and no one would even think twice about them doing it." Ravok said. “You’d have to watch what they were doing and even then a trained eye might not notice.” Keira confirmed. " If I were an engineer and wanted to manually sabotage a system on this ship in an area where I didn't have authority to be in I would say I was there to reconfigure this or that and be given free range to do whatever I wanted. " He added “I agree,” Keira said. “Also the majority of the uniform colors are yellow, blend right in almost anywhere.” Ravok nodded to his point being agreed with. “Is there anything you can do with this new information? Keira asked. "Well" Ravok said as he opened up a display all of all on duty personnel during the time of the security breach and murder. " I say we dig deep into everyone who was on duty, in several key areas. See who went on break at various times ,have people verify their movements and locations. Ensign Sleeford and Lieutenant Williams both reported strange occurrences of systems glitching while they were on their individual after hours strolls around the Exeter Express." Ravok said. “...for that time period?” Keira asked leaning in to look closer at the data Ravok presented. Ravok leaned away slightly allowing her to look at the information. " Reports of minor glitches on turbolifts , replicators, display screens, holodeck programs. Inquiries into the exact time of these glitches show that most of them happened once every 6 minutes. Which also happens to be the estimated time of the looped false sensor logs." “Well, that is interesting.” Keira admitted. “Brings us closer to narrowing it down a bit.” " I'm ordering investigators into every department. I'm handling the tactical department myself. I have someone investigating engineering and flight operations. " Ravok informed her. “It’s a good place for you to start.” Keira said. Ravok sighed . " I certainly have my work cut out for me. I've got a lot to do. " “You, meaning I’ve got a contraption to build and Erin to break some bad news to.” Keira said, “I’m not looking forward to it. You of all people know how she’s going to react.” Ravok laughed slightly. " Considering the day she's having you might get a Tequila bottle to the head " He turned and looked at her and pointed " Or a PADD, she's broken plenty of those over the years, but just be straightforward with her. She will understand. Just be upfront." He advised. “Yes, I owe her that much.” Keira said. He turned around and sat on the edge of the table. " I owe her big time. It was so hard bringing her in for questioning. Looking her in the eyes and delivering the news to her. She's family...hell all of them are. I had to question Ire, and you know him he's so damned passive and nice I almost cried twice just looking at him." Ravok said jokingly. Keira stepped closer to Ravok and faced him. “I’m sure they all realize you were doing your job.” She squeezed his hand with hers. “You’re duty bound, they have to understand that.” He looked down at her hand gripping his. " Yeah, your right. I stayed within the limits of protocol." “I’m sure you didn’t step over any lines. Otherwise Greta would give you a talking to.” Keira said clearly knowing the extent of her Scottish friend’s temper. He laughed. " I know her temper, but trust me she's all bark and no bite. She's still crazy though. Shes actually been a huge help to me so far today she's been handling my everyday duties" “Well that’s good.” Keira acknowledged. " Back to the case. I am removing Both Ire and Ensign Sleeford as persons of interest. As far as the case goes they are witnesses to key events. When I officially remove Ire from the list, Greta will be free to assist in the investigation. " He paused. " I'm telling you this because you are the second officer " He said making it clear he wasn't telling because she was his girlfriend. “Case related, I know.” she said. " Do you have any thoughts as to where the amount of power needed for the phase transport could have been drawn from ?" He questioned. “That depends on the point of origin.” Keira mused. “Just through a wall or up a floor they could accomplish that with the power pack from a phaser or a tricorder, drain it all to hell, but it would complete the jump.” She held up her finger. “That’s something.” Ravok raised his brow. " What?" “We haven’t had any major away missions in a long while so all the sarium krellide power cells should be fully charged or nearly fully charged. If they used one to power the jump it would have been drained dry or near dry. It would take the better part of 2-3 shifts to charge it back up safely.” Keira said. " What about phasers ? Maybe even the power cells in tricorders?" He asked. “Phasers too.” Keira said. “Tricorders are easier to get a hold of, you don’t have to sign them out and people can carry them around no big deal. Our assailants would be too smart to get sloppy enough to use a phaser that way, but heavy use can be explained away by an extremely heavy session at the range. Maybe we could check that out too?” Ravok turned around and swiped his hand over the table and raised his hand up in the air bringing up a security interface display, typing in a few commands he accessed security logs of the firing range. " The only extensive use of sidearms was yesterday at 1700. It seems Petty officer Sytuk was conducting weapons safety training...hold on " Ravok said as he turned his hand and went back a few days prior. " On stardate 2445.11.29 there was a complete lockdown of the firing range from 0300 until 0347 , but why ?" He asked, very confused. “You think a wild animal wandered across the lanes?” Keira said with a chuckle. He pulled open another display and accessed requisition and resource allocation reports. " Oh never mind. I forgot that the Armory officer from starbase freedom was calibrating some of the targeting modules on the phaser rifles. Well that solves that little blip on the radar." He said with a laugh as he cleared the display. “One bullet dodged.” Keira said. “I think I’m going to order blanket level one diagnostics of all the tricorders, verified by serial number. Do you think that if the order comes from me it will arouse suspicion?” " Yes , I think we should avoid making it come directly from anyone on the command staff. Operations usually handles stuff like that. We could say it's a procedural diagnostic to make sure the tricorder have adequately synced with the Exeter's computer now that we are away from starbase freedom." Ravok suggested. “Do you have someone you trust from Operations to handle it?” Keira asked. " I know a few people. Once I dismiss Ensign Sleeford as a person of interest I will discuss it with him. Perhaps Ensign Wallis could assist in the diagnostic. He worked in the mars orbital operations department. He's as trustworthy as they come. " Ravok replied. Keira nodded, “sounds like a good plan.” " I will have Ensign Wallis share everything directly with you and I. " Ravok said. “We’ll have to have a security team nearby out of sight in case they actually find anything.” Keira suggested. " Understood. With the somewhat increased security presence floating around today most people will assume they are there for protection anyway. I will have the security that is assigned to the operations center ready to pounce at the first sign of anything out of the ordinary."Ravok said Keira only nodded. " Alright , let's get going. I have to swing by home and check on the little one, I don't like her being out of my direct sight with all of this going on. " Ravok said in an anxious tone. “Yeah, I hope she’s taking this well. Don’t be too worried. Venus is there and can protect her.” Keira hoped she could ease his, hell both of their concerns. “I have a device to build and some algorithms to write. I’ll let you know when I’m headed home.” " Ok" He said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. " You're right, Rayna should be fine Nesha is there with her , she's probably learning something xenophobic that's disguised as a innocent child's game." He laughed. " Typical Romulan child development stuff" He said sarcastically as he walked out and the two of them went their separate ways. ( reply none) (USS Exeter , Counsellors Office - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 14:56 ) Jack's face became stern as he began to rub his eyes with his hands. "I am sorry Stan but I can't answer that question at all." More had been expecting that. In truth he would of been suspicious. If Roberts had given him the information. “ Understood Jack. But I had to try.” "I really value your privacy and confidentiality, and that extends to everyone on board. Even if I am not connecting the department to a specific visitor, I just don't feel comfortable revealing that information. Everyone has a reason why they come in for counseling. I want to protect that. I hope you understand." “ Oh I do. In a way I would of been suspicious if yer had Jack. But ye kin understand why I asked.” Stan said "I know you really want to clear your name and move on. But I've got ethics rules to follow. Anyways, unless you have anything else, you are free to go. And I sincerely hope that the rest of your day can be a good one." Stan stood and shook the man’s hand. Then he left the office. A new page had been finally turned. (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens.( Sg ) Stan More - 15:00 ) Stan quickly changed back into his security yellows. After ordering a mug of Italian coffee he sat down. Ravok had given him a padd. With people Stan would need to see. He also had the services of Sytuk at hand. He tapped his comm. badge. “ More to Sytuk come in please.” He said ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ Well. I am no longer a person of interest. Meaning I am back on duty. Plus the boss has asked me to be assistant chief investigator on Nix’s murder case. “ Stan explained ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ He wants us to start with ops. I understand that Alexander is in charge at night. We need to investigate his movements on the night of the murder.Also Sleeford and Rylee” Stan replied ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ It’s probably best I don’t know yer methods. This has to be done by the book. The Starfleet JAG just love to squash a case on a technicality.” He said ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ Judge Advocate General. I want to know their movements. But be careful, remember there is more then one killer. Let me know in secret what yer find.” Stan said. “ Take care.” He cut the link and sipped his drink. The thought that his two friends Sleeford and Rylee could be involved. Made Stan feel sick in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly he really did feel unwell. He rushed to the toilet and threw up. Washing his face and hands he looked in the mirror. Stan was on the verge of calling Jack Roberts but stopped himself. “ Come On Stan Collin More get a grip on yer self you bampot. Yer nay lassie do ye kin or are yer just a wee bairn fresh from the Kirk on a Sunday.” More said After taking a few moments to compose himself he tapped his comm. badge. “ More to Arbor come in please.” He said ( Reply , Arbor) “ Could you meet me in security please.” Stan said ( Reply , Arbor) “ I’d rather not speak on an open channel.Say five minutes. Thank yer. More out.” He replied. Then he stood and after finishing his coffee. He picked up the padd and walked out the door. ( Reply Sytuk & Arbor ) (USS Exeter – Captain’s Yacht – CFO – Lieutenant – Ire Williams - 1522) Ire paused as he stepped into the cockpit of the captain’s yacht. He sat down in the conn chair and began to run the diagnostics. He paused with his finger hovering over the console. ~Mayday, Mayday~ The sounds of Trips voice bored into his mind. ~This is the God of War, I'm preparing for an emergency beam out, there has been an explosion in the aft section. I've lost control of her. Send Med teams ASAP~ He frowned as the memory rocked him. The scream of alarms, the smell of burning and the memory of him being slammed into the deck as the God of War the Captain’s yacht class auxiliary craft broke up around him. ~What the hell~ He looked at the slight tremor in his hand as he pressed it hard onto the console. “That was unpleasant.” He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. This was not the first time that he had, had these memories. Nor was it the first time that he had been on the captain’s yacht since the incident. He had a dislike of the craft ever since that time, but the recurrence of those memories had never hit him like that before. He had, had worse, fare worse the nightmares after Wolf had been bad. If it had not been for Greta, he was sure that they would have grounded him for sure. Which is why it was strange that it came up again so suddenly. “Nix…..but still.” He checked the readout seeing that he still had time. ~Great~ “Computer some music. Play…no not that one……um please play Dog days are over by Florence and the machine.” He took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind as the opening bars of the song came over the yacht’s speakers. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and began to sing along with the music. His mind floated with the music, drifting away from the unpleasant memories. He opened his eyes as the music finished and saw that they diagnostic had finished. “Right then.” He made sure that there was no problem with the yacht before logging the diagnostic. “Maybe doing some paperwork might distract me enough. Will do it after checking the shuttles.” He logged out and got up from the chair. He gave one quick glance around the empty cockpit and headed for the turbolift. (Reply any) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign – Galu Vozi – 1533) “Can you pull up and check the specification to see what the tolerance values for each of these as we go please?” “Sure. Give me a moment.” He accessed the console and brought up the information. “The data says that its point five six.” “Point five six? mm that’s interesting,” Hammerfield nodded in Vozi’s directed to look at the readings on her instrumentation, “I don’t think that’s right,” Galu frowned as he saw what was on the tricorder. “That is odd.” “Difficult to tell again if that’s related to damage in the device or not – but if that’s out of sync maybe it could cause this?” “Maybe a simulation might give better indications of any impact it might have?” “That’s a good idea. If we can work it out we will have to check the other components in case this it blows more than one section.” (Reply Hammerfield) (Reply Hammerfield, any) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign Janice Hammerfield – 1534) “That’s a good idea. If we can work it out we will have to check the other components in case this it blows more than one section.” Janice moved over to a station to the side and quickly put the specs of the device in along with the scans from the tricorder, “So this should put it to the same as what we have here,” The monitor showed the device twirling along with a whole host of statistics down the side. “Time to see if it works under normal operation.” (Reply Vozi) “I wonder how much power we would have to put through it to fail? Say if there was a surge – maybe that would cause it?” (Reply Vozi, any) USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign – Galu Vozi– 1538) “Time to see if it works under normal operation.” Galu nodded. “It should have been able to work fine.” “I wonder how much power we would have to put through it to fail? Say if there was a surge – maybe that would cause it?” Galu frowned as he looked at the data. “It should have been able to cope with it as its with in specs but still it looks like that was the problem a powerful power surge blew it out.” (Reply Hammerfield) “We have been doing a lot of refits and retro fits on the fly since we left earth. It has been crazy trying to keep up with all the changed.” (Reply Hammerfield) “Do you think it’s a bad batch of components rather than some of our heath Robinson work arounds?” (Reply Hammerfield) (USS Exeter – Main Engineering – Ensign Janice Hammerfield – 1539) “It should have been able to cope with it as its with in specs but still it looks like that was the problem a powerful power surge blew it out.” Janice nodded at Vozi’s conclusion, “The question is from where did the surge come from. Bear in mind we do only have the hulk of this left so there might be more to it in there but that would take some deep overnight scanning to try piece it all back together – which I would recommend doing. Surging however is the most plausible cause currently with the given evidence I think.” Hide original message “We have been doing a lot of refits and retro fits on the fly since we left earth. It has been crazy trying to keep up with all the changed.” “Do you think it’s a bad batch of components rather than some of our heath Robinson work arounds?” "Maybe someone is trying to shut lots of power through there now,” she cast her mind back to her younger years, “I remember a guy once told me he was trying to save a bit of time and hook in some high powered computers at his home. Everything was fine and running normally for a while. Until he flipped the switch to the replicators. It drew just enough power to blow out his breakers. Maybe we have a gremlin like that kicking about?” She looked at a monitor to the side and started to bring up the ships manifest, “What’s that devices serial tag?” (Reply Vozi) “If it was a bad batch – we would need to check each of these as well,” she winced a bit as the audit trail for the part delivery filtered in from the computer, “Looks to be anything labelled – XL43 as the last four characters.” (Reply Vozi) “Looks like you have a bit of detectiving to go,” Janice looked at the time on the computer, “Is there anything else I can quickly run over with you? If not ill need to jump back to something else I have going on?” (Reply Vozi, any) (USS Exeter – Science Labs – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek & CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1639) Keira turned to the gathered scientists, “Please give us the room.” Erin looked at her team and nodded, "Go on. Take the night off. You all deserve it. " Once the pair were alone and all the staff had left. “What I’m going to do has something to do with subspace and as such to preserve the experiments that would be effected by subspace emissions, I’ll need you to suspend them in stasis until this is over.” "Can you at least tell me what you are doing?" “I can’t tell you exactly what I’m doing or why,” Keira admitted quickly. “I know you are intelligent and resourceful enough to figure that out on your own. I’m going to ask that you don’t.” Erin sighed, "Let me guess… because I am under suspicion?" “To protect you. Anyone who tampers with what I’m going to set up will be under suspicion for far worse, so please in Freya’s name, don’t.” Keira explained as much as she could while pleading with her friend. "And people wonder why I am upset with all this…" Erin responded, sitting down heavily at a nearby console. “I know you’re frustrated, and I would be too. I promise I can tell you everything, but after. OK?” Keira promised. "Can I speak plainly?" Erin asked, looking at her friend with her eyes wide open. "Always." Keira said without hesitation. "I won't lie to you. This has been a very long and trying day. All of my friends, the ones I would normally lean on, I can't talk to." Keira nodded and let Erin continue. It seemed she needed someone to listen right now. "You are all involved in the investigation and, what I am still under suspicion, anything I say to any of you will be reported." Erin rested her head in her hands, "I can't call Jimmy because someone would listen in to that as well. I can deal with this but it isn't easy…." "It's not easy for anyone, let alone someone under suspicion for something they didn't do." Keira admitted. "Even this conversation… you should probably report this… I won't lie…. I'm scared." "I'll report nothing because I've seen nothing that makes me believe you're guilty. What are you scared for?" Keira asked. "Scared for myself. Scared for the others that were accused. Yes I know I am not the only one and I am not trying to make this about me. " "Why shouldn't you worry about yourself? Focus on yourself. I guarantee the other accused are doing that too. You care so much, it's probably why you got into counseling initially, but you can't shoulder everyone's problems, not forever, not this much, not like this." Keira pleaded. “It’s what i have always done since being a kid. My mom used to say it was a blessing and a curse for our family. We care and don’t take care of ourselves.” She paused for a moment, “Keira, what if this does go to trial?” "Go to trial?" Keira asked. "I haven't seen your case folder but I would guess it's mostly circumstantial." Erin nodded, “I was alone asleep the night he…. The only thing really they have is the fact that i slept with him and that he asked for it again. I said no.” Keira pointed at one of the containers on her antigrav sled. "The case against you is like this container." She started. "The prosecutor would concentrate on its strengths. They'll show it has straight sides." She rapped on it with her knuckles, "they'll talk about it's sturdy construction, state of the art materials and so forth. Their case will look damning." “I suspect there is a point to this analogy somewhere?” Erin asked, leaning her head to one side trying to work this out. "Looking closer, like this container," she thumbed open the container's locking clasp, "the case against you is hollow," Keira flung the lid of the container, "like this empty container. Because you're innocent." Erin smiled weakly, “I know i am. I don’t have blood on my hands. Not his, not anyones.” Erin replied. "It's ok to think about yourself and protect yourself. You can talk to me anytime. You could check with Trip to see if you could call Jimmy up." Keira offered. “It’s not as simple as that. Even though most don’t think of me as guilty, until i am cleared i can’t put anyone in the position of having their conversation listened to. No matter how much i want to talk to him. I can’t do that.” "I'm sure he'd personally take the extra scrutiny, if you take him what was going on." Keira offered. “He has a son. A child, Keira. I can’t put him or that child in that position. Not happening.” Erin sighed, and then continued, “Look, I want to ask you something.” "Anything." Keira said. “I know how much this whole situation must be killing Ravok right now. Will you tell him something for me if you can?” "Of course." Keira said reassuringly. “Tell him…. I don’t hate him. Never could and never will. I understand he has to do this and i don’t bear him any ill will at all.” "I'm sure, he does but, I'll tell him." Keira said. Erin nodded, “I probably shouldn’t even be in here. That counsellor, Roberts, would shout if he knew technically i was working.” She winked. "You're doing what's expected by regulations." Keira corrected, "When the senior officer of a department will be absent for a period of time no less than one day's shift, all effort should be made to leave instructions for those that will be assuming their work… need I go on?" Erin nodded, "perhaps I should go back to my quarters, put on a movie and have a drink or 3." "I really do gotta set this equipment up, but I promise we're trying to come to a conclusion as soon as possible, so we can get back to what's normal around here." Keira said. Standing, Erin nodded, "Mi casa su casa." Heading for the dark, she turned, "just don't break any of my stuff, okay?" And winked as she walked through the door. (Reply none) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 17:10) Sleeford looked up from his desk as the the door chime sounded, glancing over at the pile of crumpled paper in the corner and sighed. "Come in", Looking over as Zot walked in. Zot walked in as offered. " Good Evening Sir, thank you for seeing me." "Evening Zot, take a seat.", leaving the desk, Sleeford walked over to the replicator watching as Zot bounced slightly in the chair Zot walked in and took a seat. He bounced on the chair slightly, looking down at it. " This chair is remarkable Sir. It offers needed support for the lower back while still being aesthetically pleasing, it is most remarkable." Zot said with pure fascination. His black orb like eyes looked at Ensign Sleeford. Walking back with a mug of coffee, Sleeford sat in the other chair and smiled, "I'm sure you didn't come by to discuss my furniture choices." " Ah, yes the reason for my visit was to provide you with information I uncovered about our department and it's possible involvement with the murder of Commander Tyko Nix. " He said, detaching a silver cylindrical rod from his forearm it was mounted to retention brackets.. Sleeford watched as Zot activated his terminal and the display floated in the air between them, "Go on. " " During my initial interpretation of the security breach and rogue entry into our computer systems I made a premature assessment of the available information. I was looking at the time in which the event occurred at 2256. This was an error on my part. So I shifted through the data streams in the primary and secondary cores. This is where I discovered a horrible event. " Sleeford waited, for Zot to continue, the access to the Operations system, had bother him as like the security and command systems it was supposed to be secure from outside interference the fact someone managed to scramble the data in all three systems spoke of someone who was far more dangerous then he first thought, " I inadvertently weakened the access permissions of the ships computers during a 6 hour diagnostic I was running yesterday. I was following up on the efficiency of the modified helium cooling loop procedures of the isolinear storage systems and confirming the calibration tolerances of the ODN pathways at every Bio- Neural gel pack junction or more easily put. Making sure the BGN disbursement was proper and functioning adequately across the ODN grid system. " Sleeford sat there just about managing to follow the direction of the conversation, " So your telling me....." " I believe it was during this time initial access to our systems could have been established by someone in our department. They got into the system while the door was cracked open and once it was shut again they remained inside." Zot said trying to explain. Sleeford sat there for a few seconds digesting the information," So we know how they got access, but its the who, you say someone in our department could have had access to the core, are there any recent crew changes to the department, crew from Starbase Freedom joining the ship, other then myself any interdepartmental transfers. " (Reply Zot) (USS Exeter – Deck 9 - arboretum – CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez – 1734) "Understood,” she stood up and pushed her seat back to where it was, “Enjoy the rest of your evening Lieutenant.” Erin nodded and smiled, “Don’t wreck my lab, ensign.” Watching as the young woman walked away, Erin’s mind went back to how she was when she first joined the crew. ~She’s a lot more confident than i was at that time. Funny how time goes. We are all a product of our experiences and, well, some have had more bad than good. But, i made it through the fire of Dulon and i will make it through this fire. ~ Turning back to her book, Erin opened it and looked down at the page and whispered the words under her breath, “A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.” A smile crept over her face as a thought entered her mind, ~Wonder if i could get Jimmy on the holodeck as Lancelot.~ (Reply None) (USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens.( Sg ) Stan More - 18:00 ) Stan quickly changed back into his security yellows. After ordering a mug of Italian coffee he sat down. Ravok had given him a padd. With people Stan would need to see. He also had the services of Sytuk at hand. He tapped his comm. badge. “ More to Sytuk come in please.” He said ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ Well. I am no longer a person of interest. Meaning I am back on duty. Plus the boss has asked me to be assistant chief investigator on Nix’s murder case. “ Stan explained ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ He wants us to start with ops. I understand that Alexander is in charge at night. We need to investigate his movements on the night of the murder.Also Sleeford and Rylee” Stan replied ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ It’s probably best I don’t know yer methods. This has to be done by the book. The Starfleet JAG just love to squash a case on a technicality.” He said ( Reply , Sytuk ) “ Judge Advocate General. I want to know their movements. But be careful, remember there is more then one killer. Let me know in secret what yer find.” Stan said. “ Take care.” He cut the link and sipped his drink. The thought that his two friends Sleeford and Rylee could be involved. Made Stan feel sick in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly he really did feel unwell. He rushed to the toilet and threw up. Washing his face and hands he looked in the mirror. Stan was on the verge of calling Jack Roberts but stopped himself. “ Come On Stan Collin More get a grip on yer self you bampot. Yer nay lassie do ye kin or are yer just a wee bairn fresh from the Kirk on a Sunday.” More said After taking a few moments to compose himself he tapped his comm. badge. “ More to Arbor come in please.” He said ( Reply , Arbor) “ Could you meet me in security please.” Stan said ( Reply , Arbor) “ I’d rather not speak on an open channel.Say five minutes. Thank yer. More out.” He replied. Then he stood and after finishing his coffee. He picked up the padd and walked out the door. ( Reply Sytuk & Arbor ) (USS Exeter - Deck 8 -Armory storage room 2- SPC Armory chief PO2 Sytuk- 18:02 ) Sytuk was going over supply manifest. Nothing crazy or out of the ordinary just doing procedural checks of inventory. He found it surprisingly relaxing and easy on the mind. In some ways it was his favorite time of day. =/\=More to Sytuk come in please.=/\= Sytuk hung his head and tapped his comm badge. He was hoping to not be interrupted but today wasn't a typical day. " Yes Sir " He responded with an unenthusiastic voice. =/\= Well. I am no longer a person of interest. Meaning I am back on duty. Plus the boss has asked me to be assistant chief investigator on Nix’s murder case.=/\= Stan explained Sytuk lost his count on the replacement targeting emitters for the phaser rifles. His hand squeezed his PADD tightly. " Congratulations Sir…" ~ What number was I on ? 78 or 79~ =/\=He wants us to start with ops. I understand that Alexander is in charge at night. We need to investigate his movements on the night of the murder.Also Sleeford and Rylee=/\= Stan replied " Lieutenant Alexander ? Ensign Sleeford and Rylee ? " ~ Who is Rylee?~ " Um...What do I do ? They are offi…." Sytuk was cut off =/\= It’s probably best I don’t know yer methods. This has to be done by the book. The Starfleet JAG just love to squash a case on a technicality.=/\= He said His hand gripped his PADD tighter. " Jag ? They would only halt an investigation because of an error on our par…." Sytuk was once again interrupted. =/\=Judge Advocate General. I want to know their movements. But be careful, remember there is more then one killer. Let me know in secret what yer find.=/\= Stan said. " Sir I...I.." Sytuk attempted to stop him. He wasn't the best candidate for questioning people, especially officers. He wanted to let Stan know that other people were more qualified =/\= Take care.=/\= Stan said cutting the link Sytuk squeezed the PADD even more causing it to break in hands. His frustration was sky high. He felt pressured. He became instantly stressed. He threw the crumbled bits of the PADD across the room and turned to the rack holding the inventory. He grabbed it by the outer frame, lifting it up and through it against the wall in a fit of rage. He stood there looking at the mess he had made. In his mind he could hear the voice of the romulan woman who abused him in his youth. She was yelling at him and threatening him because of the mess he made. He backed up slowly and turned towards the exit. Upon leaving the room he pushed another member of the security department out of his way as he made his way to the turbolift in a mad dash. Once on the turbolift he quickly made his way to his quarters. (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1803) Walking into the Ops center, Rylee sighed. Having agreed to pull a double shift, she knew that it was going to be a long day. She also knew that she didn't want to go back to her quarters alone. So, here she was. Pulling her uniform straight, she walked up to the officer sat at a nearby desk, "Hey, Olly." (Reply Wallis) "Double shift. Keeps me out of mischief!" She replied with a wink. (Reply Wallis) "So, what's going on here then? Been in the computer core most of today." (Reply Wallis, Any) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign – Oliver Wallis - 1805) "Hey, Olly." Oliver looked up from his console and grinned as Page came closer. “Hay Rylee what are you doing here I thought you finished your shift.” "Double shift. Keeps me out of mischief!" Rylee replied with a wink. Oliver rolled his eyes. “You out of mischief now that’s something I will see.” "So, what's going on here then? Been in the computer core most of today." Oliver paused and looked around the room before speaking. “There’s been a murder.” (Reply Page) “Yes, the gossip is that it’s the intelligence guy we picked up yesterday.” (Reply Page) “Well, you know how gossip travels at warp speed.” (Reply Page, any) (USS Exeter – Gymnasium – ACMO – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 1805) As he entered the gymnasium he made his way over to the hand to hand training area. He was already dressed in his Academy Team boxing shorts and an Exeter issue physical training top. He set his gym bag into one of the cubbies. “Computer, holographic boxing trainer please.” “Dural? It’s been two weeks since yah been in here yah bum.” The short statured man growled at him. “Then it seems we have quite a bit to catch up on.” Dural said. “Damned right! Yah can start with fifty pushups for being five minutes late.” The hologram growled. “We start at 1800, not 1805.” The Cardassian was about to protest, but thought better of it remembering the last time he did and the amount was doubled. He spaced his hands evenly apart and shot his legs out and began lowing his body as a single unit. He got three repetitions in before the hologram spoke up. “Nah, what are you in kindie-garten? On your knuckles. Those first ones don’t count.” The hologram Brugess corrected. “Aye.” Was all the large Cardassian said before adjusting, modifying his position. Time went by fairly quickly the calisthenics were over what seemed too soon, but Dural knew that it was precisely the allotted time. He also knew better than to check a chronometer. “Bag time.” Burgess announced. It wasn’t long before the hologram’s expert programming had the Cardassian’s hands wrapped up ready to hit something. Dural thanked Burgess for securing his hand wraps. The head matron of the orphanage Dural grew up in had a saying: “You could learn a lot about someone by seeing how they treat people they don’t regard as people.” It was an old saying that was supposed to elaborate about how you treated people you thought were better than you, or who were less fortunate. Looking back, he was sure it was a lesson she learned during the aftermath or maybe even part of the occupation. She never said how old she was but she was at least a little girl during it, the way she spoke about the past. Jailors who treated their prisoners with torture, well off people who treated their paid staff badly, even diners who treated waiters and waitresses poorly, in Dural’s mind were all cut from the same cloth. He treated holograms the way he treated anyone else, with courtesy and tact. “C’mon yah big lug, we’re burning daylight!” Burgess called him over to the heavy bag. “Aye.” Was Dural’s response. (Reply Any) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1807) “There’s been a murder.” Rylee rolled her eyes a little dramatically, "I know. I talked to the boss earlier." “Yes, the gossip is that it’s the intelligence guy we picked up yesterday.” "From what I hear, there were a few suspects but there's something strange going on here. You shouldn't listen to gossip." “Well, you know how gossip travels at warp speed.” "And what is that supposed to mean?" (Reply Wallis) "What exactly have you heard mister?" She replied, hitting him playfully on the arm. (Reply Wallis) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign - Oliver Wallis - 1809) "And what is that supposed to mean?" “You know what people are like. The truth gets changes and added to at each telling of the story until its totally different to what it had stared from.” "What exactly have you heard mister?" He grinned. “Well, you know how crazy the rumours get around here.” (Reply Page) “I heard that there was a love triangle between Nix, Caity and the XO. That there had been a falling out and that they had gotten Williams to do the murder by messing with his data port so that his memory could be erased after. There was also something about Ensign More’s dog, but I am not sure how that fits in.” (Reply Page) “I am not saying I believe it, it’s just what I have heard.” (Reply Page) (USS Exeter - Corridor – Tac Officer – Ensign – Arbor - 18:09) =^=More to Arbor come in please=^= “This is Arbor go ahead.” =^=Could you meet me in security please=^= “What is this about?” =^=I’d rather not speak on an open channel. Say five minutes. Thank yer. More out=^= “Of course, on my way.” =^=Arbor can you swing past the star lounge and grab me some snacks=^= “I really should go and see Ensign More.” =^=Come on Arbor its not like it is out of your way and you are coming back anyway=^= “Okay Ash.” =^=I have not eaten since lunch and I wasting away here. Its not a good look for me=^= “Okay Ash. I will go and get it.” =^=Ow, Okay brilliant. I will send the order ahead so that you can pick it up when you get there=^= (USS Exeter - Deck 4 -Personal Quarters - SPC Armory chief PO2 Sytuk- 18:10) As soon as he entered his quarters he grabbed the sides of his head. " STOP IT !!! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" He yelled loudly as his hands squeezed his head so tightly that his nails dug in and broke skin. He heard his door chirp. " GO AWAY!!!" He yelled at the door. " Is everything ok in there ? " The voice on the other side of the door asked. He removed his hands from his head and clinched his fist . " I'm fine. Now LEAVE!" Sytuk demanded. " Look do I need to get security? With a murderer on the loose I'm just worr… " Their words of concern were immediately interrupted by Sytuk charging out of his door and getting righting their face, backing them against the wall. The sight of a pissed off 7 foot tall Reman was not something most wanted to see. The once concerned member of the crew inched away from him. Sytuk starred him the eyes as he backed away. " Ok look I'm sorry. I should have minded my business " Sytuk backed up and walked into his quarters. Once back inside he sat down and made the attempt to calm himself. ~ What is wrong with me ? I need to talk to someone ~ ( reply none needed) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- ACOO Comp. Ops. Ensign SG. Zot - 1813) Zot walked into the operations center and looked around. He was feeling very anxious and somewhat nervous that whoever breached the systems last night could possibly be in the operations center at that moment. He hadn't been in the department headquarters much even though he technically had an office there for him to use he spent most of his on duty time in the computer core and had a makeshift office setup there. He spotted Rylee talking to another officer. Zot recognized the officer as Ensign Oliver Wallis , a human with blonde hair and blue eyes. He knew that Rylee had decided to pull a double so he decided to come by and make sure she was alright without trying to make it obvious. Yet he came there with a caffeinated beverage for her. He walked over to them while thinking of a way to provide her with the drink without making it seek like he was checking in on her. " Sorry to interrupt Ensigns, I have this beverage, while I'm sure it is satisfying I ordered it in error..I umm ...wanted to know if one of you wanted it perhaps you would Ensign Page, I know your working a double " ( reply Wallis and Page ) Zot handed the beverage over to her. " You're welcome. " Zot looked at Oliver. " You are Ensign Wallis Oliver aged 35 and formerly a member of mars orbital traffic control, operations division of the Mars Defense Perimeter. " ( reply Oliver.) ( replies Oliver and page ) (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1811) “Well, you know how crazy the rumours get around here.” Rylee smiled and nodded, “Oh, trust me. I do. I’ve heard some crazy ones myself.” “I heard that there was a love triangle between Nix, Caity and the XO. That there had been a falling out and that they had gotten Williams to do the murder by messing with his data port so that his memory could be erased after. There was also something about Ensign More’s dog, but I am not sure how that fits in.” Raising an eyebrow, Rylee looked at her friend and shook her head, “And you believe that? Really Olly?” “I am not saying I believe it, it’s just what I have heard.” Leaning closer, Rylee whispered, “Well, i heard that the Science chief got jealous that Nix was flirting with someone else. From what i heard, it sounded like she got hold of Ensign More’s dog, reprogrammed it with some illicit borg nanotech to kill him and then had the bar manager hit him to make it look like someone killed him rather than a dog. Mind you i also heard that Lieutenant Williams got jealous that Nix was flirting with his fiance and decided to off him.” As she began to laugh, Rylee heard a voice from next to her and couldn’t keep a smile from creeping over her face. “Sorry to interrupt Ensigns, I have this beverage, while I'm sure it is satisfying I ordered it in error..I umm ...wanted to know if one of you wanted it perhaps you would Ensign Page, I know your working a double " Turning, Rylee smiled softly at Zot. She knew that he was there to check up on her and it warmed her heart that he was doing that, “That’s very thoughtful of you, Ensign.” she replied as Zot handed the beverage over to her. " You're welcome. " Taking the cup, Rylee moved off to one side as the two men began to talk and watched them a little. ~What is it about Zot that just…. ~ she thought to herself (Reply Zot, Wallis, Any) (USS Exeter -Security Department – Security Office- Tac Officer – Arbor - 18:15) He had given the happy Ash her food before heading across the Department to where More was. He paused for a moment at the door way before entering. “You wanted to the see me?” (Reply More) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 18:15) Sleeford picked up the last of the screwed up paper and placed it on the neatish pile in his table, sitting in chair he unscrewed the pile, smoothing the a fat as he could. Picking up a sheet he read the list of names, shaking his head he placed it on the floor next to him, after twenty minutes he had three sheets left and a smaller list of names to cross reference. (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- SPC Comp ops ACOO Ensign Sg Zot- 1816) “Yes I am Ensign Zot and how may I help you?" Ensign Wallis asked. Zot tilted his head. " I see no area in which you could help me in a professional manner" He said pausing his mind quickly working to think of something to sound more personable. " I do however find it important to ask , if you are alright? " Zot asked, looking at the Ensigns blond hair. ( reply Wallis if you want ) (USS Exeter – Deck 8 -Tac Office – Tac/ Sec Ens.( Sg) Stan More - 18:20 ) There was no way in all of the four quadrants of the galaxy. That Stan suspected his friends Sleeford and Rylee of murder. It was just that in Scotland a person of interest. Was referred to as a member suspect. “I would be happy to help as much as you can.” “ Och that’s great.” Stan said smiling shaking his hand. “Where do you want me to go.” “ Unfortunately from the evidence we have so far. This looks like more then one person was involved. With the death of Nix” Stan said. ( Reply , Arbor) He showed him the padd Ravok had given him. “ At the minute these people are not suspects. But we need to speak with them again. Sleeford , Rylee , Walls , Zot , Kervik and Alexandria.For now . I want you to interview Paul Sleeford and William Alaxandra.” Stan explained “ To start with. I’ll speak with Rylee and Zot.” He said. ( Reply , Abor ) “ Let’s keep it to ops for the minute. Remember gentle memory jogging. Take Ensign Hyru with you to guard yer back.” Stan said. ( Reply , Arbor ) “ Just in case our killers decide we are sticking are noses in to close. I’ll take Ensign Green. Well meet up afterwards and compare notes. Any questions?” Stan asked ( Reply , Arbor ) (USS Exeter – Deck 8 -Tac Office – Tac Officer – Ensign - Arbor - 18:23) “ Unfortunately from the evidence we have so far. This looks like more than one person was involved. With the death of Nix” Stan said. He nodded as he understood the implications. “Understood.” He took the PADD that More offered him and began scanning its contents. “At the minute these people are not suspects. But we need to speak with them again. Sleeford , Rylee , Walls , Zot , Kervik and Alexandria.For now . I want you to interview Paul Sleeford and William Alaxandra.” Arbor nodded. “To start with. I’ll speak with Rylee and Zot.” “And the other departments?” “ Let’s keep it to ops for the minute. Remember gentle memory jogging. Take Ensign Hyru with you to guard yer back.” “I am capable of doing the interviews without the help of Ensign Hyru.” “Just in case our killers decide we are sticking are noses in to close. I’ll take Ensign Green. Well meet up afterwards and compare notes. Any questions?” “No questions. I will find him when we are finished.” He nodded and stood heading out of the office. (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 18:25) Sleeford sat in his chair staring into space fora long while after Zot left, the implications he’d brought had Sleeford in a whirl, he’d Thought the murderer was a recent addition to the crew fro the last layover at SBFreedom, the number of new crew had been staggering. His only other train of thought was the killer had been on board since Mars, something that scared him more then the fact someone had taken a large dislike to Commander Tyko Nix. Sighing he picked up his PADD and read through the list of names again, somehow one of these people had managed to enter a restricted section of the core, while it was in a state diagnostic testing, so either they where in the Ops department, and just happened to be working on the same shift, at the same location as Zot, while he’d ran his diagnosis or they’d set up an alert for when the system was down. Either scenario made Sleeford worried, it would make trusting anyone difficult for the foreseeable future, unless that was the idea. Brew distrust, make the Exeter unable to function as a cohesive unit, the Federation had enough enemies at the moment, old allies with grudges to bear, as his thought became more depressing the chirp of his comms badge was a welcome relief. “Ensign Arbor to Ensign Sleeford” “Sleeford here, go head” “Sorry to bother you Ensign Sleeford. I have been asked by Security to see you and ask you some questions about an incident this morning. It is part of our routine procedure and there is nothing to worry about” Chuckling to himself Sleeford tapped his badge, “Understood Ensign” “When would be a good time for me to come and speak to you?” Looking round his quarters at the piles of paper on the table and floor he shook his head, “ When ever it’s convenient for you Ensign, I’m in my quarters “Thank you Ensign Sleeford.” (USS Exeter – Deck 13 – Operations- Ops Officer – Ensign Rylee Page - 1825) Watching Zot talking to Wallis, Rylee had a smile in her face. ~He's just… ~ before the thought could finish, a voice cut through the comm, =/\= More to Rylee come in please. =/\= Tapping her compadre, Rylee responded, "Ensign More, it's been a while. How goes it in the depths of security?" =/\=Hello long time no hear. How are yer? =/\= "I have coffee, a double shift but am good. How are you?" =/\=That’s great. Me och I am fine and Lillian’s shedding her puppy fur. So I got pet hairs everywhere it’s crazy. =/\= "You didn't call me for a catch up did you Stan? What's going on?" =/\=Look. I am sorry about this. But I need to speak with you about recent events. When is the best place and time for yer? =/\= Her head tilted to one side slightly as a puzzled look came over her face, "Why me? It's not like I know anything." =/\= I know but please bear with me. You never know. There may be something that at the time you saw but did not think important. =/\= Looking over at Zot for a moment, Rylee drained her drink and sighed, "Stan, it's not like I killed the guy but I understand you have to do your job. I'll come to you now. Aft Lounge? Give me ten minutes." =/\= Very well see you then and there.=/\= Sighing, she knew this was just procedure but something made her nervous. Not knowing what to expect, she put down her cup, waved at the two men and headed out of Ops for the aft Lounge. (USS Exeter –Security Centre – Tac Officer – Ensign - Arbor - 18:29) He walked down the corridor and pressed the intercom and a door. The door opened and he stepped through into the room beyond. He stopped at the demarcation line just inside and looked at the woman beyond. Ileria was floating in the middle of the room with working on her wall mounted console. As an Elaysian she came from a low-gravity world which meant that she found moving around in earth level gravity difficult. Which was why she had been assigned a workstation that she could turn off the room’s gravity and float. “Ileria so you heard all of the conversation?” Ileria floated towards him. “Yes, and I have tracked down Hyru and I am forwarding you Ensign Sleeford and Lieutenant Alexander positions to your PADD.” “Thank you very much.” “Um Ardor.” “Yes Ileria.” “Do you really think that what Ensign More said about two murderers is true?” “I do not know. There is no definitive evidence about how many murderers there are, but I hope that he is wrong as it will make our task much harder.” Ileria nodded. “Okay you better get started.” Arbor nodded and tapped his comm badge. “Ensign Arbor to Ensign Sleeford” (Reply Sleeford) “Sorry to bother you Ensign Sleeford. I have been asked by Security to see you and ask you some questions about an incident this morning. It is part of our routine procedure and there is nothing to worry about.” (Reply Sleeford) “When would be a good time for me to come and speak to you?” (Reply Sleeford) “Thank you, Ensign Sleeford.” He paused for a moment and tapped his comm badge again. “Ensign Arbor to Lieutenant Alexander” (Reply Alexander) “Sorry to bother you Sir. I have been asked by Security to see you and ask you some questions about an incident this morning. It is part of our routine procedure and there is nothing to worry about.” (Reply Alexander) “When would be a good time for me to come and speak to you?” (Reply Alexander) “Thank you, sir.” He looked over at Ileria. “Do you want me to get you something while I am gone?” She smiled at him. “No thanks I am good for the moment.” He paused and looked back at her. “What you are refusing food. Do I need to call sickbay?” “What you, made a joke! I never thought I would see the day.” “Just because I look like a tree does not mean that I have to act like one. I would like to tell you that one of the reasons why I was chosen to leave home was because of my sunny disposition.” She gave him a look not knowing if he was being serious or not. “Right! anyway, go and remember I can see all.” “Of course, Ileria. I do not forget.” He headed out of the office and the door whooshed shut after him. (Reply More, Alexander, Sleeford, any) (USS Exeter- Temporal Observation Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke - 1833) He had received a priority comms from earth which had him rushing back to the lab to answer. ~Maybe it's Clare with more information~ The screen flicked on, instead of seeing Clare’s face he was looking in the face of Lieutenant Commander Wells who was his department head in the department of temporal investigations. “Umm Sir how can I help you.” He said taken aback. =^=Is this channel secure Ensign Clarke=^= His eyes flicked to the icon which was on. “Yes, Sir we are as secure.” =^=Good, Now what the hell do you think you were doing Clarke=^= “Excuse me sir?” =^=You opened Omega, Alpha Two, Five Eight safe=^= “Yes Sir. I read it and it was destroyed as per protocol.” He saw Wells pause for a moment as he felt his stomach churn with panic. =^=Why on earth did you do that for =^= “Sir?” =^=That information was from a cold case that was closed five-years ago and warranted no further investigation. It also had the highest security seal above top-level clearance. There was no way you or Clare should have been given clearance for that=^= “Sir I followed protocol.” =^=Well you should not have. It had a security level high above your clearance level. We are now doing an internal investigation to find out who sent it to Clare, but you have messed up by opening it=^= “But Sir?” David frowned knowing that there was more than just that. =^=That information should not have been accessed by any one. A top down investigation of the department has been initiated. We are all being scrutinised due to your mess up=^= “Ow.” =^=Indeed=^= “But sir she is a jumper? She needs to be kept an eye on.” =^=That is beside the point and not of your concern. There are powerful people in the chain of command who are looking at this. They are not happy that the information was not buried and that it is in circulation. They are wanting to put the blame on someone, and I am sorry to say that they want your head=^= “Me! I only opened the safe” =^=In their eyes that is enough=^= He paused for a moment. “What about Clare is she okay.” =^=She has been moved to another department within DTI. She is also on suspension pending the results of the investigation and so are you=^= He felt his blood freeze in his veins. “Me sir.” =^=As of now you are no longer an active member of Department Temporal Investigations. You are on suspension until the situation has been resolved and the results of the investigation have been collected. You are to return all your data and any ongoing research projects that you are working on. Your access to the Temporal database has been revoked and you assess codes have been deleted from the system=^= David paused in shock at what the Wells had just said. “But Sir I am in the middle of multiple time sensitive projects. I can’t stop them now; all my research will be lost.” =^=David I am sorry. This is how it is going to happen it is out of my hands=^= “But sir.” =^=Goodbye David=^= The screen went blank as David dropped into the office chair numb with shock and disbelief as he stared around his cluttered office. All he had ever wanted was to work for Temporal Investigations and for the last six years he had but now he had nothing. (Reply none) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters- SOPS, Lt. JG Billy Alexander- 18:35) Billy was still in bed when his commbadge went off. He had a weird schedule. He was the Gamma Shift bridge officer, meaning he had bridge watch while the command staff and senior staff slept. From 2400 hours to 0800 he was the guy. Then after his shift he would get something to eat and then sort of stay up as if he had just gotten up at 1400, then go to bed roughly at 1400, sleeping until 2200, then head to work. He was having a nice dream where he was in the early 21st century movie of Pride and Prejudice, where he was Mr. Darcy, and he had just finished kissing the 21st century actress Keira Knightley when the message went through. =/\=Ensign Arbor to Lieutenant Alexander=/\= "Uhh....this is he..." Billy replied groggily. “Sorry to bother you Sir. I have been asked by Security to see you and ask you some questions about an incident this morning. It is part of our routine procedure and there is nothing to worry about.” ~Then why didn't you wait until I was awake, my schedule is known. Oh well, I'll miss you Keira, until I dream again.~ =/\=When would be a good time for me to come and speak to you?=/\= ~2300 hours when I'm usually at the Nine and Dine getting my breakfast.~ Billy snarkily thought to himself. "My quarters. 1915 hours." =/\=Thank you, sir.=/\= Billy then yawned. "Ok, get up, shower, get dressed, get the interview over with, go back to bed. Oh, maybe this time I'll dream I'm a viking. That could be fun." (reply none) (posted by Will) (USS Exeter- Sleeford’s personal quarters- Tac officer – Ensign – Arbor - 18:35) Arbor stood outside Sleefords quarters. “Okay Ileria. I am at Ensigns Sleeford’s quarters.” =^=Understood Arbor=^= He tapped the doors chime and waited for the door to open. He stepped into Sleeford’s quarters. “Thank you for seeing me Ensign Sleeford. I am sorry to interrupt your evening.” (Reply Sleeford) “I just have a couple routine questions about the death of Lieutenant Commander Nix and his movements around that time. We are trying to clarify his movements and interactions with members of the crew.” (Reply Sleeford) “Can you tell me about any interactions you have had with Lieutenant Commander Nix. While we were docked at the star base or since we have left?” (Reply Sleeford) (USS Exeter – Aft Lounge – Ensign Rylee Page - 1836) Walking into the lounge, Rylee took a seat at a table by the door and rested her hands on the table. Tapping subconsciously, she took a breath and waited. (Reply More, any) (USS Exeter – Aft Lounge – Ensign Rylee Page & Ensign Stan More - 1836) Walking into the lounge, Rylee took a seat at a table by the door and rested her hands on the table. Tapping subconsciously, she took a breath and waited. Stan came into the lounge a little flushed. He had been looking over the crime scene and lost time. Seeing her at a table he hurried over. “ Och. I am so sorry about that. Hope I am not late. Would ye care for something to drink?” He said. Looking up, Rylee smiled, "no thank-you. Just had some coffee. The needs of a double shift." “ Aye. Yer correct there.” Stan said "So, why did you call me Stan? What's this all about?" “ Now firstly there is absolutely no way that I suspect you had any part of Nix’s murder. You're a good person and a good friend.” He said Sitting back in the chair, Rylee regarded him for a moment, "that means a lot, Stan. I never thought it was you. Despite the rumours." “ I want you to go back in your mind. To before you heard about the murder. Did you notice anything which at the time seemed odd?” Stan asked "Considering I was asleep at the time…. No. And before you ask, I was alone." Stan felt his face flush a little. Was he doing this properly? She was his friend he did not wish to make her feel uncomfortable. “ What I mean is your last shift before this happened. Did you notice anyone behaving differently. Were there any new faces around? Perhaps you heard an odd remark?” Stan asked "Oh, sorry. My mistake. " she paused for a moment and thought, "Not really, I mean, we're a ship of many cultures. Just look at you and I. What is culturally acceptable to me, may not be to you. In answer to your question, I don't think I saw anything odd…" Stan rubbed his chin in thought. He knew that Klingons for instance always carried knives. “ When yer say culturally acceptable. What exactly do yer mean?” Stan asked Rylee smiled, “Well, for example, there used to be a view that Trills were a secretive species. Trust me, we are not. But in terms of culture, Joined trills don’t look at love in the same way you do. Personally, not being joined, i think the pursuit of love is an admiral thing.” She paused for a moment, “But, going back to the matter at hand, there are a lot of the crew i still do not know so, if you are asking if i saw someone that i did not recognise, i would have to say yes. Only because there are 500 plus people on this ship. I can’t know every single one of them.” “ It’s the same with us Scots. People just see us as speaking in a language no one understands. They forget we are a warrior race.”Stan said “ So how did you hear about the murder?” Stan asked Rylee smiled, “Oh that i know. I have spoken to Lieutenant Williams Fiance… that is one scary woman.” she laughed a little, “The murder….. Well, i heard about it the same way most people did. Ship gossip is a powerful thing. I know because i know i am a subject of discussion but not to do with the murder.” The famous Exeter rumour wagon. The bane of a young heartbroken Scotsman from Edinburgh. “ I can only imagine what they're saying about me.” Stan said” Why do yer find Lieutenant Williams fiancé scary?” Stan asked “She’s not really… just am a little intimidated by her. She’s a strong woman, Scottish and… well, she’s gorgeous. I can see what he sees in her.” Rylee looked at Stan, “Stan, most people don’t think you did it. Not in the slightest.” Stan nodded “ Thanks. I know it does not look that way. After our little set piece. Ok so nothing comes to mind. What about afterwards. Say in the last wee hours. Has anyone said something that raised an eyebrow or two?” He asked Rylee smiled, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Stan, I know you have to do this and I wish I could help but.." rylee paused, ".. I don’t know anything. " Stan shook his head. “ That’s a shame. Who else is in your department?” He asked "There’s a few. Oliver Wallis, our boss, Ensign Sleaford, Zot.." Rylee felt a flush on her cheeks as she spoke and took a breath, ".. There’s a good few others. Some on shift. Some off." Stan was seeing Zot afterwards. “ Tell me about Oliver Wallis?” He asked “ Is he good at running the department? “ Stan asked. "Yes. He is. Although Ensign Sleaford is the big boss. Olly is a good guy. He is a gentle giant." Stan did not wish to ask this next question. But he knew that professionally he had to. “ Tell me about Paul?” Stan asked "The boss? What do you want to know exactly?" “ Has he asked you anything out of the ordinary or have you noticed any slight changes to his temperament?” Stan asked Rylee thought for a moment, "Unless you count being unexpectedly understanding and trusting of his staff, no." “ Pardon?” Stan said “ He did what?” "I went to him with something that was a personal matter and, rather than tell me to stop, he gave me his blessing and said that he trusted me." “ Interesting. Anyway as you can’t think of anything else. I think we will leave it for now. Thanks for all your help.” Stan said Rylee stood and nodded, "Any time. Nice distraction from a double shift." ( Reply none) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 18:36) The sound of the door chime was a welcome distraction. “Enter” As the door opened an Ensign Arbor of security walked in Sleeford nodded and pointed to the other chair as an invitation to sit. “Thank you for seeing me Ensign Sleeford. I am sorry to interrupt your evening.” Smiling slightly and shrugging Sleeford replied, “ Nothing much to interrupt to be honest Ensign Arbor. What can I do for you?” “I just have a couple routine questions about the death of Lieutenant Commander Nix and his movements around that time. We are trying to clarify his movements and interactions with members of the crew.” Sleeford chuckled to himself and smiled as Arbor played the oldest trick in the book, the one of getting a suspect to repeat his story, then check for any errors and discrepancies, it was one he’d used a few times himself. “Understood Ensign, that’s standard procedure in a murder investigation, what do you need to know?” “Can you tell me about any interactions you have had with Lieutenant Commander Nix. While we were docked at the star base or since we have left?” “At the station I had no interaction with the deceased, he came to the ops office yesterday, tried to get into my face about my injury and my transfer out of security, something along the lines of it being frustrating to keep moving jobs. I ignored him as best I could, I wasn’t going to let him wind me up. Later that night after the department heads dinner, I couldn’t sleep, I guess he got to me more the I want to admit. I went for a walk around the decks finding myself in the arboretum.” Sleeford paused and took a sip of coffee, “ As I entered the lights flickered and the stream stopped and re started, I assumed it was reacting to my presence. " (reply Arbor) Standing Sleeford grabbed his mug, "Can I get you a drink?" (Reply Arbor) Grabbing a coffee from the replicator Sleeford sat back in the chair, taking a sip he continued, "I left the Arboretum after about a hour, heading back I meet a stunning blond, I assume just off shift, given the time, she was large, well built, muscular, the sort that could take of three Klingons and walk away unscathed, she headed down a corridor on deck nine, I headed back here. Next thing I know I'm being dragged to security to account for my movements" (Reply Arbor) Sipping his coffee, Sleeford pondered on the latest information he had, "There's something else, Ensign Zot came to see me a hour ago, during his last diagnostics, someone got into the Ops system by the back door, so I assume it was someone in Ops during the same shift, on the table are some sheets of paper. Ive been compiling names of any Ops crew recently arrived. For obvious reasons I've not committed it to a PADD" (Reply Arbor) (Uss Exeter- Personal quarters- Tac Officer – Ensign – Arbor - 18:38) “As I entered the lights flickered and the stream stopped and re started, I assumed it was reacting to my presence. " “Okay.” He saw Sleeford stand and grabbed a mug as he made a note to check the arboretum’s logs. "Can I get you a drink?" “No thank you.” He watched as Sleeford sat back down with a hot cup of something from the replicator. "I left the Arboretum after about a hour, heading back I meet a stunning blond, I assume just off shift, given the time, she was large, well built, muscular, the sort that could take of three Klingons and walk away unscathed, she headed down a corridor on deck nine, I headed back here. Next thing I know I'm being dragged to security to account for my movements”. Arbor added the information into his PADD. “Okay thank you for that. Was there anything else?” "There's something else, Ensign Zot came to see me a hour ago, during his last diagnostics, someone got into the Ops system by the back door, so I assume it was someone in Ops during the same shift, on the table are some sheets of paper. Ive been compiling names of any Ops crew recently arrived. For obvious reasons I've not committed it to a PADD" He nodded and put his PADD away. “Do you mind if I take the list?” (Reply Sleeford) “Out of these names do you have any idea which one might have access to get into the Ops system without being noticed? Or have been acting unusual or strange recently?” (Reply Sleeford) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, Ensign SG Jack Roberts - 1840) "Oh, really." She folded her hands before her and leaned forward. "And this is?" "I know we're in the same office, and I'm making the referral, but given the circumstances, I think it best that their identity be revealed when they set the appointment with you. I want to keep as much confidential. I think that is the best way to endear yourself to this person. Having them know how trustworthy this office can be." (Reply Corsica) "I know it's vague. But I think it's for the best. Once we finish up here, I'll tell him to get in touch with you. If that's alright?" (Reply Corsica) "Anyways, what about you. Both of us aren't part of the original Exeter crew. Granted we got in on the first month, but what about you, how are things going with you?" (Reply Corsica) Jack nodded, "Keep going if you want, but I figured I've been a bad host, before you continue, can I offer you a drink?" (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, Enisgn SG Jack Roberts - 1845) "No, not right now. But thank you." She tilted her head as her tail came up behind her. "But I have not been here long in comparison to most of the crew. And we tend to be then people everyone is expected to voice thier problems to makes it difficult to find friends, and now that everyone is looking over thier back...." she paused to ponder a moment. "No nows the time for empathics to keep to themselves and out of the unintentional line of fire that is uncontrolled emotions." "Well, thankfully I don't have that problem. I can read faces, body language, but not emotions. Now you're just an empath right, not full telepath?" (reply Corsica) Jack nodded, "I think I'd hate being a telepath. I mean, yeah our job is to help folks, you know, get to the core. But I like not going that deep. I think that telepathy, I dunno, cheapens the whole thing ya know. But what do I know? I'm just a marine turned counselor. Somehow I had the instict to do one, but the tact to be the other. Well for the most part. Some people don't like my style, which is why I'm passing them on to you." (reply Corsica) "Anyways, so you're part Caitian, part Betazed, pretty odd mix. Though, if you don't mind my saying, I bet you probably drive some folks crazy with the cute cat girl vibe." Jack laughed. "Sorry, just trying to build some office fraternity." (reply Corsica) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, - Lieutenant(jg) Victoria Corsica - 1847) Well, thankfully I don't have that problem. I can read faces, body language, but not emotions. Now you're just an empath right, not full telepath?" "Full empath," she nodded. "As for a telepath, sometimes I can pick up on stray thoughts, but it like trying to see though a fog. I only get small bits and pieces unless its a person I'm familiar with." Jack nodded, "I think I'd hate being a telepath. I mean, yeah our job is to help folks, you know, get to the core. But I like not going that deep. I think that telepathy, I dunno, cheapens the whole thing ya know. But what do I know? I'm just a marine turned counselor. Somehow I had the instict to do one, but the tact to be the other. Well for the most part. Some people don't like my style, which is why I'm passing them on to you." "It works both ways. People are diffrent and they will only open up to people who they feel comfortable with. Your marine past will help with some of our jaded crew or ones that are more uncomfortable with someone of my skill set. I find the diversity to be a benefit not commonly gained so early in the development of a starship." She spoke as her waved to and fro. "Anyways, so you're part Caitian, part Betazed, pretty odd mix. Though, if you don't mind my saying, I bet you probably drive some folks crazy with the cute cat girl vibe." Jack laughed. "Sorry, just trying to build some office fraternity." "Thats not a problem," she waved her hand before her face. "As for my heritage, I might be a bit of an oddity and it might drive some crazy either with the cat girl vibe. It happens... sometimes the chips fall my way. Other times they don't." (Reply Roberts) "So you were with the Marines," she processed what Roberts had told him. "I bet that, allowed for an interesting set of experiences to base your sessions on." (Reply Roberts) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite -Counselor, Ensign SG Jack Roberts - 1850) "Thats not a problem," she waved her hand before her face. "As for my heritage, I might be a bit of an oddity and it might drive some crazy either with the cat girl vibe. It happens... sometimes the chips fall my way. Other times they don't." "Such is life." "So you were with the Marines," she processed what Roberts had told him. "I bet that, allowed for an interesting set of experiences to base your sessions on." "It does, but I really try my best to keep my personal experiences out of things as much as I can. Sometimes it's helpful, sometimes its not. But I don't want my biases to impact what someone else is feeling, as those feelings are exactly that, their feelings." (reply Corsica) "Besides some people don't like the fact that their counselor is an old jar head." (reply Corsica) "I think some people assume that a ship's counselor should have a gentler face and background, and be a teddy bear. I can be soft, but I don't let people get away with their bull if it isn't warranted. Some people like that style. Guess it is just the preference of the patient." (reply Corsica) "But who knows. I'm not the empath." Jack said with a laugh. (reply Corsica) (reply Corsica) (USS Exeter- Temporal Observation Lab – Science Officer - Ensign – David Clarke - 1852) David frowned for what he felt the hundredth time. His eyes ran across the large wall mounted screen which spanned most of two walls of the lab. Since returning to earth from the Gamma quadrant he had been working nonstop. Temporal Investigations were in overdrive comparing all their sealed temporal vaults to make sure what had changed since the timelines had reset itself into this one. Since the Exeter had arrived at Mars he had been getting bombarded with comparison requests with the temporal data vault that was carried on board the Exeter. He paused for a moment as his hand hovered over his desk trying not to spill the large amount of PADDs that had collected on it onto the floor. There was a ping of the comm system, and a message appeared on the screen. “Ow great another message.” He carefully stepped around is desk and moved over to have a look at it. “Okay so it was a tracking request.” He imputed his access code and waited for the system to unlock. He carefully read the message and his frown deepened. “The SS Free Booster a civilian cargo vessel…….has disappeared from all logs and charter routes.” He picked up one of the PADDs that was precariously balanced on his decks and began to search the information. “I wonder why this ship is important compared to any other.” One thing he had learnt from working with the temporal investigations department that things that seam minor or insignificant to one person is important to someone else. “Ah here it is. SS Free Booster out of Sol doing a long run. It looks like she left the Yorktown station but had not arrived at her next stop at Genesis. It is assumed that she cut through the Briar Patch.” There was a sudden beeping noise from the far wall. He turned to see that one of the secured temporal safes was activating. He sent the information on the lost ship back to the buffer to be securely sent to Greenwich on earth and moved over to the safe which was as activating. He saw a code that was flashing on its case. ~Temporal Order Code Omega, Alpha Two, Five Eight. That’s a one-use code, it must be important~ “Computer seal that the lab under my authority. No one can enter or leave without my express authorisation under Temporal Order Code Omega, Alpha Two, Five Eight.” [Confirmed lad sealed under Temporal Order Code Omega, Alpha, Two, Five Eight] The red flashing light turned green, he then entered his code and opened the safe with a soft click and hiss. Inside was a small envelope, he paused for a moment looking at it as his pulse began to race. The sealed safe had been transported to the ship before they had left earth which was not a unknow thing. Transporting sealed safes were something that happened more commonly than people thought. They were temporally sealed and the data that they contained would not be affected by any anomaly’s effects on it during transport. “Ow my, a letter.” This was something important and that was eyes only and burn after reading. He picked up the envelope and read the carefully opened it. TO: Ensign David Clarke DESTINATION: Temporal Observation Lab USS Exeter SECURITY: Eyes only, incinerate after reading MESSAGE: Dear David. I hope this finds you well and that you are not too overwhelmed with work. From our data that you have compiled from Exeter along with information from other sources it has been confirmed that you have a jumper on board. One of the crew has come across from a parallel dimension she has been hiding on board in plane site since the Exeter was launched. That person is Ensign Ronnie Winters an Assistant Chief light Officer on board the Exeter. From what we can gather she is a solo left behind when the timelines reset not a duplicate or a replacer. You have been assigned to keep a watch on her, nothing obvious just make sure that you know where she is and what she is doing. She is not aware that Temporal Investigation know about her being here and they want to keep it that way. There is a lot of upstairs issues about this that I am not aware about but there is push from the secret squirrels not to send a team in, so it is up to you an eye on her. You have been authorised to terminate only as a result to stop a total temporal collapse and only if it is sanctioned by temporal investigations directly. I am sorry that you were not informed earlier but it was not deemed necessary at the time. Do not mess this up. All the best Clare P.S. I still have not received your pop quiz this week send it to me. MESSAGE END David paused for a moment, smiled at Clare’s P.S and then fact that she was writing the message to him. ~You have been working hard to get to your position. Good for you~ His mind went back over the message. ~Bloody Hell, Ronnie is a jumper that is nuts~ He re-read the letter placed it back in the envelope, which went back into the sealed safe and sealed it. He entered his command code and paused as a soft whine was emitted from the safe as its contents were atomised. The icon blinked and he nodded to himself. “Computer, unseal that the lab under my authority and deactivate the Temporal Order Code Omega, Alpha Two, Five Eight lockdown.” [Confirmed Lab unsealed Temporal Order Code Omega, Alpha, Two, Five Eight lockdown deactivated] He paused for a moment then looked around the messy lab. “Right, I need a coffee before I get back to this.” He turned and headed for the door. (Reply any) (USS Exeter – Primary Computer Core- SPC ACOO Comp Ops Ensign Sg Zot & Tac/Sec Ens.Stan More - 18:56 ) Zot stood in the control room of the computer core watching the data streams of the ship's computer scroll in front of him. Each tiny bit of information flowed in unison with others creating a beautiful visual symphony of programming wonder. He turned around and noticed Ensign More had entered. The room was dimly lit with a gentle blue glow emanating from various consoles and displays. Soft jazz music played in the background. Stan had never been in here before. He stood in wonder looking around. It made him shiver a little here he was standing before the Exeter’s brain. " Hello Ensign More " Zot said in a soft and welcoming tone. “ Hello Ensign Zot. This place is amazing!” Stan said “ To think that's Exeter's brain!” Zot tilted his head. " My thoughts exactly Ensign More. Every interaction we have with the ship comes through here. Every holodeck program is housed here every piece of literature is stored here. Where most see dazzling lights of every color I see the essence of everything we are, but I am sure you didn't come here to stare at the scenery. A security officer during these times has much to do. " Suddenly Stan was very aware of the long open drop before him. “ So you have a good working knowledge of our computer systems?” Stan asked Zot followed the eyes of Ensign More " Yes, I believe the term working knowledge is an understatement. I am a specialist in computer technology one of the most accomplished from my community structure on my homeworld. In fact I carry one of the highest clearances on the ship pertaining to computer technology because of my abilities, thus allowing me to access and rewrite a plethora of programs and subroutines. An engineer balances the elements to give us propulsion and warp capabilities the same way I use code to make sure every system stays efficient and in service." Slowly Stan moved away from the long drop. ~ Crap. This guy could be one of them! Keep calm Stan….keep calm.~ He thought “ Cool. Anyway the purpose of my visit. Is to see if there is anything you may have remembered. After your recent interview. Such as anything strange or out of place for instance.” Stan said Zot zoomed in on Ensign Mores neck. His pulse had escalated, his breathing pattern had changed. " Ensign I'm sorry to detour you from your line of inquiries, but would you prefer if we were in a place that made you feel more comfortable? " Zot asked with sincerity. ~ Oh poop. He knows I am scared. Must keep cool don’t let him think. I suspect anything ~ Stan thought “ Och. Nay this is ok. Sorry it’s just that being near that,” He pointed towards the computer core.” I feel like it’s watching me. Anyway as I was saying. Anything that comes to mind?” Stan asked. Zot backed away from Stan and sat on a chair. " The opening is protected by a force field. You will not be able to fall down there without disengaging it. " He said, assuring him of his safety. He paused taking a deep breath " Yesterday I began running a diagnostic on the Helium cooling process of the computer's isolinear storage processes… In order to run this diagnostic I had to access several key systems. I believe that during this time someone accessed the ship's computer. Like I explained to Ensign Sleeford, It's like I left the door unlocked and someone entered and stayed inside when I locked it. " Zot said “ I see.” Stan said, forgetting he’s fear of Zot. " I believe whoever breached the security systems did so using my diagnostic as their way in. Yet the fact remains they had to have what you call a working knowledge of computers in order to do so. Even though a door was left unlocked. There were trillions of doors they had to sift through. Checking all the knobs to see if they turned metaphorically speaking that is." He explained to Stan. Stan mused over this. “ So this person’s knowledge is more than your own?” Stan said Zot thought for a second. " Probably, I don't have the proper facts to make that assessment. It's like if you ran a weapons test in the firing range and you had all the phasers set to stun except one of them was set to kill. Then someone came in and selected the one set to kill and began firing it. You left the door to the firing range unlocked. They came in and exploited a weakness and now….now someone is dead due to your mistake. " Zot said as he lowered his head. “ I wonder…….” Stan said aloud " I know my knowledge makes me a possible threat, but I assure you I am working just as hard as you to solve this and I believe someone in my department took advantage of a diagnostic to breach our systems. " Zot stated, his voice filled with sadness. “ Look I am sorry. It’s clear your not involved in this murder. Don’t blame yourself. These people have been planning this for ages. Ages…...ages….” A light bulb came on over Stans head " Are you alright ?" Zot asked. “ How old is the Exeter?” Stan asked " To my knowledge, original construction began in 2429. The Core was brought online in it's full operational full capacity at 1431 on stardate 2445.08.11 “ So the Computer Core would of been finished before she launched?” Stan said thinking aloud.” Were you here then?” " Yes the launch date of this vessel was on stardate 2445.09.01 and yes I joined the crew at launch. " “ Then there is no way you are to blame for this. This was all done before you came on board. Our suspect must of been working on installing the computer core.” Stan said. He walked over to Zot and spoke softly. “Do you have a list of the people that worked to put all this in?” Stan asked. Zot nodded his head. " The primary and secondary cores were installed by engineers stationed on mars. " “ To your knowledge are any of them still on board?” He asked Zot shook his head. " The personnel responsible for the initial calibration and activation of the cores are not currently assigned to this ship. Had there been an error or issue with the programming Starfleet Headquarters would have detected it and launch of the ship would have been delayed until the operational parameters were corrected and up to launch standards " Zot informed him. Stan was beginning to feel stupid. A feeling he did not like. “ True.” He mumbled. " I am not a...detective nor am I qualified to lead an investigation into criminal activities, but if we followed your logic and assumed that somehow for one reason or another the murder of commander Tyko Nix was premeditated, why would someone make an attempt to sabotage the Exeter's computer systems between stardates 2445.08.11 and 2445.09.01 if The commander didnt come aboard the Exeter until stardate 2445.09.15 When we made the attempt to rescue his crew in the badlands? " Zot questioned. “ Now you look at it I suppose it’s foolish. Unless they're from the future.” Stan mused " There was no way of knowing the commander would have survived the encounter with the two stolen saber class starships. He was undercover as a civilian. Even when he came on board his true identity was unknown to us. Which might explain why Ensign Sleeford and yourself treated him so aggressively, had he'd been identified immediately as a commander I doubt he would have been treated with such hostility. " Ensign Zot said, in a non condescending manner “ Actually. The mental state I was in then. I don’t think it would have mattered.” Stan said Zot tilted his head " Everyone struggles in their way." “ So. Someone gained access to the computer. While you were running a diagnostic,” Stan said Looking at the computer core. " Yes, that is certainly the theory I have put forth. I could be wrong , but I am certain the systems could not have been breached any other way. " Zot said trying to ensure Stan of his certainty “ But who?” Stan said Zot stood up from the hair and walked over to a console. " Several people through the department knew of my diagnostic. It was not something meant to be secretive . I am quite transparent in my activities. Secrets and deception are a foreign concept to my race." Zot said as he typed his way through the computer. “ What are you doing now?” Stan asked. " I am searching for a link source" He paused and turned his head to look at Stan " The terminal used to slip into the systems. " Zot looked back at the terminal. " Here it is...kinda. They are good , exceptionally good, but so am I. " Zot said with confidence. “ If we can find that it would be a great help.” Stan said " The link source was performed using a terminal interface on Deck 13 , section C1. " Zot mentioned. “ Deck 13…….Living Quarters, Deuterium Storage, Power Distribution, Operations Department Office and forward swivel Torpedo launcher.” Stan said " The problem is there are 31 terminal interfaces in that section alone. Section C1 is dedicated to Internal resources, life support, transporters and hydroponics." Zot said . “ So anyone could have piggybacked one of them…...would there be any loss of efficiency to any of those systems?” Stan asked. " No , only small variances in data transfers and fractal dissemination of information, like those found on display screens in corridors. I'm sure someone would have seen those." Zot speculated. Stan was beginning to lose his cool composure. “ I know….I know! But it could happen! Even the slightest drop would be a clue!” He snapped Zot backed away from the terminal. " I am sorry If I have not provided you with a stream of knowledge pertinent to your inquiries , but might I suggest refraining from letting the stress of the investigation cause an emotional stir. " Zot said with compassion. “ I am ok. Sorry.” Stan said " If it makes you feel any better, I can join you in going to the operations department and checking out all personnel who were on duty in section C1. " He suggested. “ I don’t want you getting behind in your duties. But it would make things easier if you could.I was speaking with Rylee before. She mentioned Ensign Oliver Wallis I think we need to speak with him.” Stan explained " When should we speak with him?" Zot asked “ I need to do a few things first. I’ll set up the meeting a little later and call you.” He said " I will be awaiting your call Ensign More Sta...I mean Ensign More" Zot said correcting himself. “ Well thanks for your help so far and I’ll see ye later.” Stan said " Good Bye Ensign " (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters - CSO Lt Jg Erin Cortez & Ensign Trinity Frost - 1904) Walking up to the door, Erin could tell she was nervous. Raising her hand to press the panel next to the door, she noticed her hand was shaking a little. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the panel and waited. ~Long time coming, this conversation but it needs to happen. I can’t move forward properly without talking to her about what happened.~ Trinity lifted her head off the back of the small couch that she sat in, her face puzzled as she looked toward the door. It wasn’t often she got visitors, she was far from lonely, it was just that people tended not to call round. Standing up, she stepped toward the door, pulling her rich, auburn hair out of her eyes and pulling it back off her face. The door opened as she reached it, and she was surprised to see the CSO stood the other side. “Lieutenant?” “Not interrupting anything, am i?” Erin replied. Trinity shook her head, “Nothing at all please come in. Take a seat” She waved vaguely into the room stepping aside to allow Lt. Cortez in. “It’s Erin, isn’t it?” Trinity realised that she hadn’t spoken much to the other officer. Erin walked into the room and stood for a moment, almost unsure of whether to sit or remain standing. “I apologise for this late call but i… what’s the word… owed you an apology.” “I’m sort of confused Erin.” She motioned to the replicator. “Drink?” Erin nodded, “Please. Just water.” Fixing the two drinks she passed over Erin’s choice, and sat down. “Please sit and relax, you're sort of weirding me out. What’s the matter?” Erin sat and took a sip of her drink, “I haven’t had chance to talk to you since…. Well, that incident on earth.” Trinity nodded, sipping her drink. “I did wonder. That what this is about?” Trin spoke gently, being careful in her choice of words. “I’ll admit, i have kind of avoided this conversation. It was easier with the others because i knew them and they knew me. But you, you didn’t deserve what happened…. What Dulon made me…” Erin lowered her eyes, the feeling of guilt wore on her face. Even now, over a year later, she still carried the weight. True, she was dealing with it better now but it still hung on her like a lead weight around her neck. Trinity smiled, and nodded her head gently. “I did sort of wonder why there was a weird...disquiet between us, but I figured that people sometimes don’t cross paths, or never get round to talking. Different circles of friends you know? You’re a Science geek and I’m a fighter jock, or was back on Mars.” Erin smiled softly, “Geek… that’s a word i haven’t heard in a long time. But i get your point.” “As to what you...Dulon was it?...did well, I sort of feel that if you think about what you just said, you have your answer. Dulon made you.” “Still, it was my hand that did it….. And i’m being an idiot aren’t i?” Erin sighed, “I swear there are certain people right now that are cursing my name for having this conversation. Why are you doing this to yourself, Erin? You don’t need to…” “But you have. Can I ask something?” Trin replied tentatively. “Certainly.” “What were you expecting me to say? Do?” Erin sighed, “I don’t know. Truly i don’t. Part of me was thinking that you wouldn’t open the door at first, the other half wondered if you would and then shout…” Trinity smiled warmly, “We’ve never really spoken have we. Let me tell you about me.” She sipped her drink, and shifted in her seat, and sighed slightly. Erin nodded, sat back in her seat and took a sip of the water she held in her hand. “I grew up in a small mining colony, way out back of beyond. Small town types, everyone knows everyone. I was a gifted gifted pilot growing up, I dreamed of being what I am now, yearned to be in the Academy. Every time I spoke to my father about it, it was always ‘you’re too young, we’ll talk next year.’ One day a storm hit, one of those ‘perfect storm’ things you know? The mine was hit badly, trapping 5 miners up on an exposed ridge. No one would go out and rescue them, so I strode out, stole the shuttle and did it myself. I was 16. When I came back, Dad beat me black and blue. Told me that I was wasting my time with a silly dream. Took me 3 more years to realise that the only way I’d get off that rock was to just walk. I left that place with the clothes on my back and a change of pants.” Erin sighed, “I…. have no words for that. Trust me, i know what it is like to get that kind of… well, message from someone.” “Point I’m making is this. I know about taking control, I know when someone has hard decisions made for them, forced on them. Wasn’t you that attacked me, your hand? Maybe. But not your will, not your mind.” “I know. I know all that. After a year of counselling and therapy, i am believing that but part of me… Part of me just needed to say it. To make clear in my mind if that makes any sense at all?” Trinity nodded, “Completely. I understand. I do. I don’t bear a grudge if it’s any comfort. Life’s too damn short.” She winced as she said it, realising instantly. Erin looked at her, “You have a point there. Life is too short. I mean…. Nix…” Erin sighed again. “Maybe you should have made this an alcoholic drink.” Trin half smiled. “Hey I was a good host and gave you what was ordered.” She winked. “Look the ‘Life’s short’ remark was insensitive, I heard you’ve been through the ringer today. How are you doing?” “That’s a question that could take a long time to answer. In truth, i don’t know. Not yet anyway. It’s not easy to deal with this when the people you lean on for support are the ones you can’t talk to. Doesn’t help as well when you know you could call that special someone but you can’t in the same vein because the call would be listened to.” Nodding gently, Trinity smiled. “For what it’s worth, I know you’re not the type. I’ve seen you chat to the Commander bunches of times in the bar; don’t know her myself beyond Bridge duty, but she knows and trusts you, even if she can’t speak to you.” “ I know. I just… kind of want to call home right now. But, because i haven’t been taken off the list yet, someone would listen. So, i don’t because there are people that i want to talk to that i will not put in that position.” Erin sighed, “look, i didn’t come here to give you the woe is me conversation.” “I know you didn't, it's all good.” She nodded gently, then smiled. “If it makes you feel any better, the hair they had to shave off to treat the head wound grew back thicker and more lustrous than before.” She winked. Erin laughed gently, "Silver linings. Thankyou." “Why thank you?” Trinity asked, confused. "Just for allowing me to make an idiot of myself and not judging. Listen, I should go and get some rest. I say rest because I highly doubt my brain will let me sleep tonight." Erin stood, smiled, "Maybe we should get a drink sometime. Friends?" Trinity smiled, and nodded. “Friends.” Erin smiled and turned to leave. Trin watched as Erin started to leave the room. “Erin…” "Yeah?" “It will go away, but you need to learn to let go of it yourself too. Had enough counselling of my own to know that much.” She half smiled. "I know. Easier said than done sometimes but, I am trying. Someone told me recently that I am worthy of love and intimacy and I thank him for that. So, I am trying." She winked. Trinity nodded, “Wise advice. Go get some rest.” She watched as Erin turned and left the room; gently she smiled, and picked up the PADD that she’d been reading before, half a second later, she yawned deeply, and put it back down, decided to try to get some sleep herself. (Reply none) (USS Exeter- Alexander’s Personal quarters- Tac officer – Ensign – Arbor – 19.15) Arbor stood outside Alexander quarters. “Okay Ileria. I am at Ensigns Alexander’s quarters.” =^=Understood Arbor=^= He tapped the doors chime and waited for the door to open. He stepped into Alexander’s quarters. “Thank you for seeing me Sir. I am sorry to interrupt your evening.” (Reply Alexander) “I just have a couple routine questions about the death of Lieutenant Commander Nix and his movements around that time. We are trying to clarify his movements and interactions with members of the crew.” (Reply Alexander) “Can you tell me about any interactions you have had with Lieutenant Commander Nix. While we were docked at the star base or since we have left?” (Reply Alexander) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters– CSO Lt JG Erin Cortez - 1919) After having spent a good hour in the arboretum, Erin had returned to her quarters and, now, sitting on her couch, her eyes felt heavy. Sighing, she knew that she needed to sleep, to rest and allowed her eyes to close. (dream) Opening her eyes, the first thing that Erin realised was the cold. Bone numbing cold and then it was the fact that she wasn’t onboard the ship anymore. Where she was, she wasn’t sure but she could tell that it was not a good place. There was darkness but she could see something moving in the darkness, heading towards her. It was then that the smell hit her. The smell of damp, muddy and rotten fur. Closing her eyes, she tried to lift her hands to shield her eyes and found that she couldn’t. Not really knowing why because she could see that there was nothing tying her hands down. As the creature got closer, she began to shake but something within her sparked. A light, a force, something. As it grew, the darkness lifted slowly and she could see what was infront of her. Tilting her head, she furrowed her brow as she found herself looking at her… a version of her. "So, you think it's done, behind you now?" The other her said, with a dark tonality on her voice. Erin, feeling something in her rising up, nodded, "last piece of the puzzle. She forgave me." The other her laughed, "she may have done. But will he? That's what is on your mind now." Erin tilted her head, "I did nothing wrong. Jimmy will…" "Not him, you dense excuse for a woman. The other one. If you had said yes, you would have been there. Been able to stop what happened. " Erin shook her head, "No. That's not true. If I had have been there, I may have died along with him and then, what excuse of a woman would I have been?" "You know you thought about it." "No. I have someone in my life now who trusts me. Believes in me and that's all I want." As the other her began to laugh heartily, the world around her faded to black. (End of dream) Waking suddenly, her forehead dripping with sweat, Erin wiped it with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths. ~fan freaking tastic. A new one that. I know I did the right thing…~ she thought to herself as she stood and walked to the replicator for a glass of water. (Reply None) (USS Exeter – Captain's Ready Room -CO, Captain Trip Williams -1930) Trip had finally input the codes he had received from the JAG office and had spent the last hour and a half or so listening to Commander Tyko's classified logs. There were three that stood out and he had listened to them at least three of four times to try and get any semblance of idea of what sort of lead that the commander was working on. Anything to help him figure out. "Computer replay Log Tyko.Alpha.Thirty-Four." =/\=Personel log, Stardate: 2445.11.28. Well shit. I hit another dead end in my search. Maybe I'm just tracking a ghost I don't know. A myth maybe. Who the ^%$# knows. All I know, is the data doesn't lie. Someone crossed into this universe from somewhere else. That much I'm sure of. That and I'm pretty sure they have harmful intent. Most of the galaxy aren't aware of the major event that happened a few months ago. Apparently an orb from a parallel dimension was throw into the Bajoran wormhole, thus causing any temporal or dimensional duplicates of anyone that existed in our Universe to merge into one being. The timeline reset itself, a correction of sorts, so that it was always the case that there was always one of that person. The only folks not affected where time travels who didn't have a duplicate. Especially that one on the Exeter, the one who is the Captain's daughter from a parallel future. Yeah she may think she's smart, but temporal affairs has had her pegged since she arrived. But SFI convinced them to keep it quiet, thanks to some prodding from a feisty former Captain, now Admiral, with spec ops ties whose last name rhymes with Kracken. To my knowledge Miss. Winters isn't aware that we know. Good thing for her, her cover isn't blown. Of course that's not why I'm headed the Exeter's way. Maybe a week after what is being called the merger or reset, we got notice of a universal jump. This person immediately left behind a wake of death and murder in their path. It's like they almost knew what they were looking for. I've been tracking them for a few months, but I've kept hitting dead ends. Furthermore they stole what is known as the Furrow device. This was an experimental device that was thought destroyed by the fleet at large in 2406. It was used by disgraced Commander Steve Furrows and a few other disreputable sort who were imprisoned and left stranded on the USS Phantom. Somehow they had obtained or created a device that acted not as a physical transporter but as a mental one, allowing for ease of body switching. While all records of it and its blueprints were to be destroyed, somethings find a way to live on. We tracked our mystery psychopath from another universe and had them cornered a few weeks ago. I have no idea what they are searching for. Never got a good look at them. We thought we were going to catch them, but she activated the Furrows device, swapped bodies with my partner, then disintegrated their original body, killing my partner. I didn't know Crossberg well, but he didn't deserve to die like that. They stole something on that station, then escaped. Last anyone knows is that Crossberg was headed towards Starbase Freedom. That was a few days ago. Traveling incognito. I've arrived on Starbase Freedom looking for "Crossberg." Hope all goes well.=/\= "Computer replay Log Tyko.Alpha.Thirty-Six." =/\=Personal Log, Stardate 2445.11.30 $%#@, $#%#, #@%$, I had them. I had them cornered. And I was outsmarted again. Whoever this person is they have a genius level intellect. They switched bodies, but I don't know who with. When they switched with Crossberg, we were the only two on the station with our mystery person. But they switched on Freedom. They could be anyone. #$%#. Not just that, but before they switched, they activated a delayed release cyanide tablet. Meaning the person they swapped with died in Crossberg's body mere moments after the switch. There is no way of knowing who they were. They seemed shocked. But the person seemed to know who I was. Their last words were, "Commander Tyko, what happened?" then they died. Which leads me to believe the high likelyhood our mystery person switched bodies with someone on the Exeter. That's my lead. I've had SFI issue me ourders to join the Exeter on their trip to Bolarus, and hopefully I find this person before they kill me. On the plus side, the Furrow device is destroyed. They are stuck in the body of whoever they switched with. Maybe they could try and rebuild the Furrow device, but it's doubtful. The Furrow device requires a rare chemical component native to the Gamma quadrant. So as long as they don't get to the Gamma quadrant any time soon, we should be ok.=/\= "Computer," Trip said as he downed a large energy drink. His third since that morning. ~Ailynn is gonna kill me when she finds out all this, umm poison, I'm putting in my body.~ Trip paused and recomposed himself. "Computer, play Log Tyko. Alpha.Fourty. =/\=Personal Log. Stardate 2445.12.02. It's about late, I dunno close to 0200, maybe 15 minutes off. Who knows. I've been poisoned. Rather haphazardly I might add. I think someone just threw together a chemical cocktail and spiked my smoothie as I left the gym an hour ago. I feel a bit....sluggish. I dunno. I've been poisoned before, this doesn't feel too bad. But I feel a bit weak. Hopefully I can finish changing before I croak. Though I don't think this will kill me. I just think whoever it was that did it thinks it will kill me. I know nothing. Guess whoever it was got suspicious. They'll probably make there way for the kill soon. I kinda want them to come. Finish the deed. Hopefully I can see who they are before I die. The ghost I've been chasing. Computer unlock door. The assailant has earned that much. Let them see me in all my glory. I've gonna die, might as well die as I came in. Naked. Computer, keep recording until either I stop the recording or an hour passes. Alright then. I'll just wait, patiently.....oh that was quick. Didn't even have to wait more than a minute or so, like clockwork. So you're the one to do the job. Go on, get on with it. I've lived a good life. At least it's gonna be someone attractive. Well at least the body you stole is attractive. Who knows, maybe if you weren't a psycopath we could be good friends. =/\= As Trip listened, he tried to make sense of the second voice, but whoever it was, used a voice modulator. =/\=You talk to much Nix, that's your problem. You act gruff, push everyone to the limit, and now, no one will miss you, and I'll get away with it. Because I won't be doing this alone. And I'd rather die than end up in some jail in this world. Now then, how bout a kiss for old times sake, before you die.=/\= Trip cringed at the awkward kissing sound, and then a thud to the ground. =/\=Fast acting paralyzing nanites, delivered through a kiss. Beauty is, they dissolve in 15 minutes. Untraceable. My own design. I've been busy. But you know that. Goodnight Nix. And nice ass. I see why Lieutenant Cortez had so much fun with you.=/\= Footsteps left the room, as he heard two voices enter, male, they weren't distorted. Probably more careless than their accomplice. =/\=He's down, just like she said he'd be. And the internal sensors for the room are off, just like she said they'd be. Quick, break his neck.=/\= Trip winced at the sound of bones snapping, the the crunching sound of the rolling pin. =/\=Alright, I'll place the rolling pin in the walls of the Nine and Dine. The two "kill strokes" should confuse those losers. Her will be done. Oh and shake off your pants, you've got dog fair all over it. There are too many dogs on this ship, and they go to many places. Let's go. Oh, hold on. Let me use the voice mimicer she gave us. Let's see, now I'll sound like the dead guy. "Commander Tyko to security, my quarters, code 8." There we go, lets jet.=/\= "Computer end log. It runs for another hour, don't need to hear myself walking through the investigation again. This is worse than I thought." Trip stood up and tapped his commbadge, "Commander Bracken, Commander Merek, Lieutenant Ravok, and Lieutenant Corsica to my ready room ASAP!" (Reply Bracken, Merek, Ravok, and Corsica) (USS Exeter - Counseling Suite - Counselor, - Lieutenant(jg) Victoria Corsica - 1932) After a conversation with Roberts, Victoria finally made it to her office where she finally was able to work on her report on the diplomatic planning with the Bolian representative. Pushing back from her desk to stretch her arms Victoria heard the Captain's voice spoke her name over the office computer system calling her to the captain's ready room. She pick up her PADD and took a moment to straighten her hair and set her uniform to rights. Victoria's diplomatic training left her a standard of near perfection in her appearance. A standard drilled into her since she was young and under her parents care, then in academy, and again later as a member of the diplomatic core. It was apparent that the Captain was deeply troubled by something. So, Victoria wasted little time crossing the Exeter making her way to the ready room. (USS Exeter – Deck 7 – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1937) The paranoia of having multiple assailants on board had Keira on edge. Having set the machine up and turning it on it has been running since then. She also worked together an algorithm to check for unauthorized energy draws from the power grid, which was also running. The computer was instructed to alert her immediately if any of those searches bring up any results. Now to wait. Keira wasn’t good at waiting. Keira always preferred action. She went for a walk. She had three, no four separate blades on her and would have taken out a hand phaser, but didn’t want to arouse suspicion. She wasn’t out for a leisurely stroll. She was on patrol. Stalking even. It reminded her of her first hunt with her home colony’s Klingons. All of her senses were heightened. Each passer by was brought into sharp focus. Watching their mannerisms, looking for sweat under the armpits or on the forehead, and other signs. Her hearing was sharp enough to notice foot falls from over a section away. She could smell which sections had recently been serviced by the autocleaning functions of the ship, a slight ting of ozone giving that one away. An abrupt sound shook her focus. The Captain’s voice cut through, sounding urgent. =^= Commander Bracken, Commander Merek, Lieutenant Ravok, and Lieutenant Corsica to my ready room ASAP! =^= “Acknowledged.” Keira responded tapping her combadge. She stepped off into a light jog and entered a nearby turbolift. “Deck 1.” She ordered. (Reply none) (USS Exeter – Deck 3- Merek Shara shared quarters- CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok-1938) Ravok laid on the floor of Rayna's room his phaser by his side but concealed from her sight. She was laying in bed watching one of her favorite child programs. It was about a group of talking flowers on the planet of betazed. Every episode involved them trying to keep a mean pack of animals led by an evil talking bird , away from their meadow. He found it annoying at first, but over the past few weeks he had grown to love it because she did. As he laid there with his head on a pillow and listened to her little laugh from up on her bed, but the sweet sound of her laughter was suddenly interrupted with a voice comparable to thunder. =/\=Commander Bracken, Commander Merek, Lieutenant Ravok, and Lieutenant Corsica to my ready room ASAP!=/\= It was Trip's voice and it sounded as if he had just been hit by a freighter. " On my way " He said slapping his commbadge. He jumped to his feet and without thinking said " Shit " Rayna looked at him and repeated the word. Ravok looked at her and said " No , bad word " He walked over and kissed her on the forehead. " Good night, I love you " She said it back and he walked out of her room. " Nanny " he said activating the child care hologram. " How can I help?" The hologram inquired. " Keep an eye on Rayna , read her a story in a bit and lights off . No one comes in or out unless its Keira or I . Understood ? " " Yes Sir." The nanny replied. He walked out the door and made his way to the turbolift. (USS Exeter - Deck 1, Ready Room - Counselor, - Lieutenant(jg) Victoria Corsica - 1938) Taking a deep breath she pushed the actuator to allow the door to open. She already knew the captain was waiting for those he called to finish showing up. Victoria was however curious as to why the Captain had called them all together. It seemed that things were about to get interesting. She moved to and empty seat and greeted those around her. As everyone waited for Trip to start the meeting.. (reply Trip) (USS Exeter – Personal Quarters - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 1940) “...and so the Vulcan says ‘Pardon me Captain, but you’re only supposed to blow it!’” Ailynn and Ronnie roared with laughter. “Seriously Ronnie, thank you for staying over.” Ailynn smiled, enjoying her cousin’s company. There were very few on board who knew of the family connection between the two girls, most thought that they were merely close friends. =/\= Commander Bracken, Commander Merek, Lieutenant Ravok, and Lieutenant Corsica to my ready room ASAP! =/\= Ailynn sighed. “On way. Bracken out.” She then turned to Ronnie and swore. “I wanna go to sleep!” “Don’t be a brat Bracken. Shift your backside and go to work.” Ronnie replied, swatting her on the backside and stuck her tongue out. “Want me to stick around?” Ailynn pulled on her uniform, throwing her comfy lounge clothes onto the sofa. “If you could. Hopefully this won’t take long.” She then reached round the back of her head and put her hair into a quick plat. “Thanks Ronnie. I’d better go.” (USS Exeter – Deck 1- captain's ready room -CTO/3O Lieutenant Ravok-1943) Ravok stormed into the ready room. He quickly noticed he was missing something. Ravok had forgotten to grab his uniform top and was wearing his black uniform pants and a silly blue t shirt that had bright yellow letters saying 'Dance like a Romulan' over top the head of a silver jumpsuit clad Romulan mid dance. He looked at the others. His embarrassment highly apparent. " Umm Yeah…" ( reply all in the ready room ) (USS Exeter – Ready Room - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 1944) Ailynn had grabbed a coffee as she left her room, and a minute or two later strode into the Captain's Ready Room. She’d taken a seat at the table, and sat back, saying very little as she sipped her drink and felt the caffeine start to kick in. Moments later Ravok entered the room, and by the look of his attire, had either dressed hurriedly, or hadn’t noticed what he’d been wearing when he’d received the summons. “Oh my…” She said. “Well Mr Ravok, I feel that we know so much more about each other’s wardrobe secrets.” She giggled. Tiredness was setting in good and proper, those that knew her knew that it went one of two ways, tired and irritable, or into a silly mood. She was referring of course to Ravok appearing at her door earlier while she was still wearing her favourite comfy warm teddy-bear pirate dressing gown. (Reply Ravok, any at meeting.) (USS Exeter – Ready Room – 2O/CEO – Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1946) Keira noticed she was the last to arrive. She quickly saw Ravok was…. out of uniform. He was wearing the silly shirt his daughter had picked out from one of the shops on the DS9 promenade before they left the base for their next mission. It brought a smile to Keira’s face the first time she had seen it. The smile returned now, cutting through the tension she was feeling in this situation. “Looks like I’m the last one.” Keira commented. (USS Exeter - Nine and Dine – Nurse – CPO – Ewan McDonald- 2141) Ewan was glad to get away for a short while. His shift had not been difficult, but it was good to grab some dinner before heading back to work. He had ordered a bowl of Stovies and a cold glass orange juice. He looked around the room and saw that Lieutenant Corsica sitting by a table. ~See if she wants a chat~ He walked over to Victoria. “Counsellor Corsica. Do you mind if I join you?” (Reply Corsica) (Reply Corsica, any) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< End Compile >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<