From: Katrina L. Browne (kbrowne_at_wellesley.edu)
Date: Wed Jul 11 2007 - 06:34:11 PDT
-=(^)=- “Too Late for Too Many Bombs” Con’t From: “What do you mean there’s no room service here?” -=(^)=- Location: GATEWAY Stardate: 2.70711.0302 Scene: Security Center Time Index: As Crichton is in the Parts Store Eishnala yawned as she poured over communication logs coming into and out of Rixx’s holdings, starting with the most recent and working back. Due to the scientific skill of Lieutenant Yao and the J’naii’s team, they had substantially narrowed down the list of GATEWAY suspects, but moving now made it less likely that they would ever find the Andaran’s involved. Other members of her team had also stayed late, reviewing the comings and goings at Rixx’s business using the GATEWAY’s security cameras. However, considering the character and the long running amount of time Rixx had successfully dodged federation law, the Lieutenant had little hope that that technique would be successful. But perhaps the Andaran’s were sloppier criminals than one of the station’s resident experts. The Andorian officer set a side the P.A.D.D. and yawned one more time. Lieutenant Kor looked up at the group of bleary eyed crewman and petty officers whose unlucky lot it was to continue working on this mystery, considering it was becoming increasingly clear that something larger than ANDORAN domestic politics was occurring here. A few fresher faces sat among them, but Kor trusted those who had been on the case since the start. It made it less likely that something would get lost when passing information from different teams. The downside to this strategy was that people were beginning to get exhausted, partly because of the late hour but mostly because of the eventful few days they had experienced. “I see a lot of tired faces. I wish I knew all of you better, but I can say that what I’ve seen so far makes me pleased. If you are good to keep going, please stay. However, if you feel like you need sleep, that’s understandable. I’d like to see the quality of the work stay at a high level.” Ariel Mason yawned, but than stoically said, “I think we’re good Chief.” Others around the room, all human surprisingly, nodded their agreement. Eishnala smiled and nodded. “Thanks guys. When we get this case over I’ll make sure that Beta and Delta shift take a few more for a little while to make it up to you all.” But tired faces still greeted her. Lieutenant Kor then added, “I once had a Professor who claimed that Starfleet wasn’t run on warp power, but on Coffee. I’m beginning to think that he may have been right. Shall I go for a run? That replicated stuff is just unpalatable, I’m told.” “That’d be nice,” Petty Officer Kinney said as she tussled her pragmatically short brown hair. “My pleasure. So what can I get…no decalf…” And the orders poured in. -=(^)=- Scene: Promenade **I should have asked who makes good Coffee,** Lieutenant Kor thought to herself. **This place is just huge.** Though the towering promenade vaguely reminded the Andorian of the Kor Keep, which was mostly subterranean to take advantage of geothermal vents, giving the promenade a sense of home that the woman had not yet associated with the GATEWAY. The constant buzz of activity further reminded her of summer nights in Laikan, when the permafrost had receded and tourists flocked to the world’s population centers to see some of the Alpha Quadrant’s most unique geological conditions and the fauna that thrived among them. Yawning one more time, the blue officer started slightly when her combadge peeped and a voice came over it. [[Cadet Crichton to Security. Uh…We might have a problem.]] The last word would have woken up anyone who worked within a policing framework. [[I’m at a store on the Promenade.]] That much was evident since the comm. system channeled Security calls both to the Security Center and to the nearest Security personnel. Eishnala pressed her combadge, “Cadet Crichton, what’s the issue?” [[I’m shopping for technical parts and I overheard a conversation that…well they were talking about bombs.]] “Understood.” Crewman Finney’s voice interrupted, [[The cadet is about one level up and three stories farther down from your current location.]] Following the directions, the Lieutenant quickly found the store and entered it, gingerly looking for the cadet who had made the security call among the tall shelves of parts in various states of disrepair and cleanliness. “Are you with Security, Ma’am?” a voice said from behind the Andorian officer, causing her to start for the second time that evening. **I need sleep. A cadet shouldn’t be able to sneak up on me.** Eishnala’s antennae had turned before her body had finished the movement. Sizing up the human, the woman nodded. “Yes. I take it your Cadet Crichton? So what did you see?” “It’s not so much what I saw but what I heard. I heard a human and a Bolian discussing bomb components. They mentioned the Andaran’s. There was an incident there earlier wasn’t there? That’s why we’re flying so many atmospheric patrol missions?” Eishnala nodded again as she pulled out her P.A.D.D. and keyed up her Andaran interview notes. “Yes, cadet. There was an unsuccessful attack on their prime minister.” Crichton integrated this piece of information, the conversation he had overheard snippets of began to make a lot more sense, “Lieutenant, they mentioned a failed device and said that it was the Andaran’s fault that the device had not worked properly.” **Well at least we know that the Andaran *are* involved in this attack.** It had been a growing fear among some of those familiar with the treaty between the GATEWAY and the world that hung bellow it, that if the attack had not had a homegrown element it might put that very treaty in danger. “What else did you hear?” the Andorian woman asked passively though, not wanting to lead a witness to a conclusion that they would not have arrived at without her presence. “They mentioned a second bomb,” Crichton said. Eishnala noted an element of edginess within the Station’s other newcomer. “Did they mention the intended target?” Crichton shook his head before adding, “But they said that it *wasn’t* for the Andaran’s.” Eishnala’s right antenna twitched, but her face remained relatively blank. “Do you remember exactly what they said?” “Sorry, not verbatim. Just ‘someone else,’” the young engineer said. Lieutenant Kor looked down and thumbed through her notes for a second. Without looking up, the Security Chief asked one more questions, “Were *any* names mentioned? Did either the human or Bolian use one another’s name? Or anyone else’s name?” “Reeeks and Corza,” the cadet answered before amending, “Mr. Reeeks. I should say.” Eishnala looked up at the young Starfleet member who was just beginning his fist tour, “Do you think that first name might have been Mr. Rixx?” Excitedly, the engineer added, “Yes. That’s right. Mr. Rixx.” Eishnala’s antennae rose in unison, pointing towards the ceiling, “Interesting. Is there anything else, Mr. Crichton?” “I think Corza was the Bolian, if that helps.” “It does. Thank you, cadet and excuse me.” Eishnala than turned as pressed her combadge, “Kor to Mason.” [[Mason here.]] “Our time frame has just run out. Two of Rixx’s employees just purchased more bomb components at a Promenade store. Have we found any direct connections between this Rixx fellow and his Andaran accomplices?” [[We just found one of Rixx’s associates, a Bolian named Corza, escorting an Andaran woman to transporters an hour after the bombing.]] “Funny you should mention a Mr. Corza. He was apparently one of the two who bought bombing supplies. Do we have a record for who that individual was? If not, we need to move on Corza and Rixx now.” [[We’re running it right now. But we could bring in Mr. Rixx in regards to his complaint against Ambassador Bonviva,]] Ariel suggested. “That’s an excellent idea, ensign. Please invite him for a *pleasant* chat. Its imperative that he know that we’re bringing him in for the bomb components. Otherwise he’ll tip off his crew and they’ll dispose of any evidence in their possession. Once he’s in though, make certain that he can’t pass messages to them.” -=(^)=- NRPG: So does security recognize the Andaran woman? -=(^)=- Katrina Browne (formerly Kat Chappell) Lieutenant Eishnala sh’Kor Chief of Security GATEWAY STATION From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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