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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Dec 14, 2009 23:42:23 GMT -5
The console, barely charged with power seemingly brightened as Figs approached, the screen was blank, a blinking bar as if waiting for text to receive some sort of input commands. The small glow from the shuttle encompassing this area of the shuttle bay... but a good deal of it was suffocated in the thick darkness of the nearly abandoned area of the Enterprise.
There was no evidence anyone had left the shuttle at all as figs moved close and closer towards the shuttle... his arduous trip revealing some unimpaired damage at the least.
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Post by Commander Micheal Logan on Dec 15, 2009 0:17:54 GMT -5
"One more thing doctor, When and if the time comes i may need you to help me relieve the captain of duty for the crew's sake." Logan said as he walked out passing Jack and the Chief
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Lt Jack Hunter
Chief Of Secuirty/Tactical
Lieutenant (Provisonal)
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Post by Lt Jack Hunter on Dec 15, 2009 0:20:41 GMT -5
Jack walks into Sickbay. "Doctor i have some evidence i would like you to go over. All i need from it is the DNA."
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Lt Andrew Figueroa
Chief Operations Officer
Lieutenant Jr Grade
"Reality is what you make it, so make it a good one."
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Post by Lt Andrew Figueroa on Dec 15, 2009 1:04:40 GMT -5
Finding no way to enter the shuttle from the outside he returned to the activated console. It seems the interface was in a command prompt which was odd as these consoles did not have such a menu. "Enterprise is this the location of the unauthorized entry?" She responded with an confirmation. He began to fiddle with the device to identify the last user of the console but to his surprise there was no such record on file. In fact from what he could gather no one used this console at all. The buttons and even the screen were untouched as pieces of metal fragments were littered upon them. If anyone did interface with this terminal their actions would have removed these very fragments.
"This is too weird." He began to browse through the many files when he began to feel that feeling once more. As if someone was staring at his back. He looked around once more to be sure but again did not find anyone or anything in sight. his attention reverted back to the console only to find a new message upon the screen...
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Dec 15, 2009 1:08:58 GMT -5
"Hello." typed itself on the screen, anything figs had been doing dissapeared as messages deleted and typed anew.
"Lt. Andrew "Figs" Figueroa, formely Ensign Figueroa."
"I'm glad someone can notice us down here with the situation up there."
Were the messages typed in fairly rapid succession, the last one stopping with the blinking bar, as if waiting for a reply.
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Lt Andrew Figueroa
Chief Operations Officer
Lieutenant Jr Grade
"Reality is what you make it, so make it a good one."
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Post by Lt Andrew Figueroa on Dec 15, 2009 1:38:12 GMT -5
"What the..." this isn't right. he thought as the message appeared before him. He had no idea how this was occurring. A hacker? An enemy intruder? "Enterprise can you identify the source of this message?" She replied "Yes Lieutenant, the source of the message is... from this very console." It did not make sense. It seems the only way to get an answer was to ask the one performing this magic trick with his computer.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Dec 15, 2009 1:47:09 GMT -5
"Me" was typed in response, on the console, a rather childish answer, though not un-accurate.
"You seem uncomfortable in the dark... will you come inside?" the console beeped for a second before cutting out, powering down as the shuttle clanked loudly inside of the empty hanger, a small boarding ramp extending to the floor as a previously unrecognizeable door slid up in a garage door manner, a glowing, comforting golden light emitting from it.
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Lt Andrew Figueroa
Chief Operations Officer
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"Reality is what you make it, so make it a good one."
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Post by Lt Andrew Figueroa on Dec 15, 2009 2:36:53 GMT -5
He did not know what to make of the response but before he could ask any further questions the 'me' invited him to come inside. Inside what? He got his answer as Andrew watched the shuttle side door opened up and the golden light began to illuminate the once darken shuttle bay. He left the now deactivated console and began to approach the opening of the ship. He was unsure what to make of it. He was hesitant to move any closer as he stopped just a step away from ramp. Thinking over his options, he had no choice but to accept and entered the shuttle. As his eyes became blinded by the light, he swore he saw what appeared to be figures in the light. "Hello?" He called our hoping to get a response.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Dec 15, 2009 2:54:08 GMT -5
Ooc: While it's not important, it's a door on the side.
Faith stepped out towards Figs, smiling as she looked down at him... looking like a semi-corrupted version of herself... the most noticeable feature being the crimson red left eye paired with what would have been her normal green eye, the rest some midnight black fur covering the tip of her left right, a 'glove' like fur pattern covering her left hand and arm up to just below her elbow, and her right foot and leg up until below the knee. Her body would also seem more slender... and her muscles seemed to be smaller than that of what they had been previously the last time the man had seen her, making her more slender and generally attractive.
Her clothing consisted of a metallic and cloth based materials, a bustier seemingly made of silver, and painted black on the inside, while the outer edges remained shining silver, covering up her chest, while lines going around to the back made of what must have been a fortified silver, leaving most of her top bare. Her bottom consisted of a silver ring sitting just above her waist... clothlike material tucked into the front and back, extending all the way down to her ankles on both sides. An essentials only type of clothing set, and likely representative of some of her culture.
"So the Dreamer has found us.." she says in a sultry voice, her vocals clear of the previous stutters and problems it had faced before, leaving a soft, gentle voice... one that would bely the commanding subtleties in her voice.
"Don't just stand here in the dark... come in." she gave, ushering Figs up the ramp... which rose up and the door closed behind them. The light inside didn't seem so bright as his eyes would adjust quickly.
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Post by Commander L'Kor on Dec 15, 2009 5:41:50 GMT -5
Given the go ahead by Lieutenant Hunter the Chief contacted Kerak and had him report to the security interrogation room. He however soon began to grow impatient and given his bosses absence began to conduct the investigation himself. Too eager indeed. "So Mr. Kerak. How did you come across the body?" The chief asked sitting at the desk opposite the chair where Kerak sat. "I was searching for the crewman. He had promised repairs to Deck 5 and I was chasing up on it." "I see. And you were alone?" "Yes." "I see" he leans back "you are aware that evidence leads strongly in favour that a Valen did this. You know that the crewman's blood was drained from his body by a bite?" "I do." "And who have you shared this with First Lieutenant?" "Only the security detail that arrived and my Commanding Officer." "And what did he say?" "He was of course worried." "But he didn't know any more than you were telling him?" "No." "Then why First Lieutenant, did you make a personal log stating otherwise?" "You have no right!" "I have every right when it comes to murder and the safety of this crew Mr.Kerak. Do you deny that log was made?" "No." "Then you confirm that the Major believes not only is the Captain to blame but he will kill more, perhaps many more." Kerak clenched his teeth before saying "...yes." "Thank you First Lieutenant. That is all I need" the Chief sat back "you may go." As Wayne began making notes on his PADD Kerak got up and left the room. He did not look pleased. Chief Wayne to Lieutenant Hunter. I have finished the first interview and am following up on a lead. You are welcome to join me when you are done in sick bay sir. He then closed the channel before Hunter could answer and opened and com link to Major Gordon. :-*Major Gordon can you please report to the security interview office.
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Post by Doctor Calvin Foley on Dec 15, 2009 8:34:31 GMT -5
Foley looked at Jack as he entered sickbay. " What evidence do you have for me ,Sir?" he asked warily not enjoying the fact that he might have to relieve the Captain of command if the evidence became 100% positive that the Captain killed the crewman.
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Lt Jack Hunter
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Post by Lt Jack Hunter on Dec 15, 2009 9:48:49 GMT -5
Jack pulls out the container from his bag and hands it to Doctor Foley."It contains blood and hair samples. I want you to run the DNA against everyone on board the ship please. Let me know if you find anything. " Jack said as he walked out.
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Post by Major Randall Gordon on Dec 15, 2009 11:00:55 GMT -5
He received the communication and rolled his eyes. "Great. Must have interrogated Kerak." before sighing and tapping his combadge. =/\= "On my way, Out."
The Major stood and got himself in order, remembering what he had researched regarding Federation and Starfleet Law. Then he left his office and went to the security interview office.
A few minutes later, he stepped inside, and appraised the young man that stood there. While he may be experienced in investigating homicides...taking down this man would be no problem at all...yet Gordon decided to just play along for now. "Let's get straight to business Chief, I'm in no mood for anything else." He said before sitting down.
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Post by Commander L'Kor on Dec 15, 2009 11:08:54 GMT -5
"That is my intention Major. Please take a seat" the Chief replies "hopefully Lieutenant Hunter will join us shortly. Now. For the record state your name, rank and postion."
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Post by W.C Danielle Gordon on Dec 15, 2009 11:14:19 GMT -5
She was currently laying on the floor under her fighter, almost finished with repairs, when one of other deck crew came over. "Ma'am, we heard a noise from the shuttle bay." "But that was blocked off when we came through." "Yes ma'am...but.." "Ok Crewman, I get what you mean. Get someone to finish this for me would you? but if they mess it up they'll be assigned to clean the entire flight deck." Danielle said with a smirk as she slid out from under the fighter. The crewman nodded and got someone else to work on the fighter.
Danielle however left the fighter deck and went back along the way they had taken coming here, wearing her normal flight uniform with an accompanying belt, the holster on her right leg being attached to it, and black flight boots completed that look.
She slowly entered the shuttle bay, looking around at the darkness, before barely making out a shape in the middle of the bay. Curious now, she walked towards it.
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