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<<Hotel Direidi Hallway, 1335, Day 3>>
After her snack, Isabel decided to find Cheetara. It would probably be beneficial to see if the Chief Security/Tactical officer had any thoughts on the missing survey team and ship. Walking down the hallway, Isabel knocked on the door.
Cheetara heard a faint knock knock and yelled as loud as she could, "Enter!"
Hearing Cheetara, Isabel twisted the doorknob and entered the room. "Lieutenant?"
Cheetara moaned when she heard the door open, "Isabel? Is that you?" she murmured.
Hearing the moan, Isabel grew more concerned, "Yes Cheetara, it's me. Are you alright? Where are you?" The room was dark and Isabel tried to search for the light switch.
"On bed, cords not working."
Finally her fingertips closed on the switch and she turned it on. Finally seeing the surroundings, Isabel hurried over to the bed. "What happened? Can I get anything for you?" Isabel's eyes searched Cheetara, looking for injuries or clues as to what had happened to her.
"I dont know, Captain. I'm depleted," Cheetara replied.
"Here, let me help you up," Isabel said, gently helping Cheetara to sit. "Should I get a doctor for you?"
"Plug," Cheetara mumbled.
Isabel looked around the room, finally spotting the plug. Bringing it over to the bed, she said, "Okay, here's the plug. Can you take it from here, or where does it need to go exactly?"
Cheetara grabbed the cord and plugged it into her neck. All of a sudden she sprang to life. "Thank you Captain. You don't know how much that means."
"Of course. What's the last thing you remember?" Isabel hoped that perhaps Cheetara would be able to remember something about her attacker. Seeing Cheetara shrug, Isabel continued, "I'll leave you to rest before all of us meet up in the Lobby at 1400 hours. Let me know if you need anything."
Rather disturbed by what she'd just found, Isabel headed back to her room. This was getting to be a big headache. Hopefully the search would go better.
OFF: This backpost JP brought to you by:
Lieutenant Cheetara Thundera
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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OFF: Back to normal time now...not a backpost
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<<Hotel>>
<Room 212, 1415, Day 3>
Hunt crept around the corner seeing the door to the bedroom was partially opened with some wet spots on the carpet trailing just past him. The trail ended just out to the rear exit of the room. It was becoming hot for him as he got in closer using his left hand to open the door.
What he found was a steaming shower beginning to overflow onto the floor. Mason stepped in turning the shower off then looking to the floor and on the shower nozzle. His tricorder chipped at him grabbing his attention.
"It would seem someone else was here, these prints don't match any of those belonging to the Sirion crew. Why in the world would someone want to keep a shower running like this?"
The XO ran his tricorder around the room a few times before moving into the main section of the bedroom. It was less distrought than that of the exec's room. Both lamps had poor lighting so Mason could not see exactly what was ahead of him. In the midst moving foward he tripped on a book then falling to the ground.
"What's this? (Pulling out a long thin gray object)."
=/\=Hunt to Captain, come in please=/\=
Isabel heard her comm badge chirp and Mason's voice. She responded, "Go ahead Commander."
"Captain, so far we have found nothing in the exec's quarters however I did literally stumble upon a padd in the CO's room. From what I can tell it's from the Sirion's CO. Its asking for security codes but they are not valid. I can only assume a fellow CO's or his exec's could access it."
She pondered what Mason said a moment before responding, "Any thoughts on what the security codes could be for?"
"By the looks of the data stream it looks like a log entry I can't be sure until we unlock it. Perhaps it was locked just in case he feared something would happen to him?"
Isabel nodded slowly to herself, "That could be. Bring it along when we meet back up at 1700, and maybe we can have someone get into it for us. Have you found anything else?"
"Stand by, Captain I see a terminal just down from the bathroom." He moved along down the small tight hallway where he saw the hotel's complimentary interactive console. It was displaying the personal desktop of Captain Lansky - mainly files of crew reports and meeting schedules. Mason scrolled down to see a coded file marked triscans. Inside the file was only one document which he clicked on.
The small document brought up numerous lcars screens showing land layouts and tricorders readings taken by him. "Captain, I found a file that contains some preliminary scans of nearby layouts and a vague mention of going to investigate some unusual readings he had taken earlier."
Now that was interesting. Isabel replied, "That somewhat confirms what the front desk attendant told me earlier. Soren and I are investigating to see if we get any odd readings in the basement right now. Gather all the information you can and we'll look over it in more detail at the meeting at 1700."
"Aye, I'm setting up a data transfer link now. Should only take a few minutes. How is it going on your end?"
"We've not found anything overly helpful just yet. The man I talked to earlier mentioned they were scanning, mainly outside and in the basement, which is what we're checking on now. Thundera, Darkhelm, and Thomas are checking the hotel grounds.. We'll see what comes up," Isabel remarked.
"Understood, the download is complete. Captain this is strange I'm picking up left over residual energy traces on the rear wall of the exit door. They are faint but indications are leading to some sort of transporter beam or even a disrupter blast."
Isabel paused, "It could be something related to the missing survey team, but then again, it may not - especially if they're faint. Keep checking and see what you can find before the meeting. We may need to send more people to Lansky's room."
"Agreed, I would recommend after we are done here to assign security teams to guard it around the clock. We can't afford to have anything contaiminated or altered."
"Good idea. Go ahead and contact Thundera about bringing down a few officers to do that. I'm going to get back to searching," Isabel said.
"Acknowledged, Hunt out."
OFF: This JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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<<Hotel>>
<Room 212, 1415, Day 3>
Hunt crept around the corner seeing the door to the bedroom was partially opened with some wet spots on the carpet trailing just past him. The trail ended just out to the rear exit of the room. It was becoming hot for him as he got in closer using his left hand to open the door.
What he found was a steaming shower beginning to overflow onto the floor. Mason stepped in turning the shower off then looking to the floor and on the shower nozzle. His tricorder chipped at him grabbing his attention.
"It would seem someone else was here, these prints don't match any of those belonging to the Sirion crew. Why in the world would someone want to keep a shower running like this?"
The XO ran his tricorder around the room a few times before moving into the main section of the bedroom. It was less distrought than that of the exec's room. Both lamps had poor lighting so Mason could not see exactly what was ahead of him. In the midst moving foward he tripped on a book then falling to the ground.
"What's this? (Pulling out a long thin gray object)."
=/\=Hunt to Captain, come in please=/\=
Isabel heard her comm badge chirp and Mason's voice. She responded, "Go ahead Commander."
"Captain, so far we have found nothing in the exec's quarters however I did literally stumble upon a padd in the CO's room. From what I can tell it's from the Sirion's CO. Its asking for security codes but they are not valid. I can only assume a fellow CO's or his exec's could access it."
She pondered what Mason said a moment before responding, "Any thoughts on what the security codes could be for?"
"By the looks of the data stream it looks like a log entry I can't be sure until we unlock it. Perhaps it was locked just in case he feared something would happen to him?"
Isabel nodded slowly to herself, "That could be. Bring it along when we meet back up at 1700, and maybe we can have someone get into it for us. Have you found anything else?"
"Stand by, Captain I see a terminal just down from the bathroom." He moved along down the small tight hallway where he saw the hotel's complimentary interactive console. It was displaying the personal desktop of Captain Lansky - mainly files of crew reports and meeting schedules. Mason scrolled down to see a coded file marked triscans. Inside the file was only one document which he clicked on.
The small document brought up numerous lcars screens showing land layouts and tricorders readings taken by him. "Captain, I found a file that contains some preliminary scans of nearby layouts and a vague mention of going to investigate some unusual readings he had taken earlier."
Now that was interesting. Isabel replied, "That somewhat confirms what the front desk attendant told me earlier. Soren and I are investigating to see if we get any odd readings in the basement right now. Gather all the information you can and we'll look over it in more detail at the meeting at 1700."
"Aye, I'm setting up a data transfer link now. Should only take a few minutes. How is it going on your end?"
"We've not found anything overly helpful just yet. The man I talked to earlier mentioned they were scanning, mainly outside and in the basement, which is what we're checking on now. Thundera, Darkhelm, and Thomas are checking the hotel grounds.. We'll see what comes up," Isabel remarked.
"Understood, the download is complete. Captain this is strange I'm picking up left over residual energy traces on the rear wall of the exit door. They are faint but indications are leading to some sort of transporter beam or even a disrupter blast."
Isabel paused, "It could be something related to the missing survey team, but then again, it may not - especially if they're faint. Keep checking and see what you can find before the meeting. We may need to send more people to Lansky's room."
"Agreed, I would recommend after we are done here to assign security teams to guard it around the clock. We can't afford to have anything contaiminated or altered."
"Good idea. Go ahead and contact Thundera about bringing down a few officers to do that. I'm going to get back to searching," Isabel said.
"Acknowledged, Hunt out."
OFF: This JP brought to you by:
Commander Mason Hunt
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Room 312>>
<1410, Day 3>
Barrett and and Treharne made thier way to room 312, which used to be Nolar's room, a member of the Sirion crew. Easing the door open, Jason stepped through followed closely by Treharne. His tricorder didn't pick up anything amiss; at least not so far.
"Get anything yet?" Treharne asked, scanning around the room.
"No," Jason shook, his head, putting his own tricorder away. Maybe a keen observation with his eyes would lead them to something; though he was doubting it.
The room looked to be in complete disarray, the bed covers in shambles the desk a ruin, and the drawers on the various dressers open and spewing forth any number of items.
"Maybe they had to much bloodwine and simply wandered off," Jason muttered, poking his head into the bathroom.
"I'm still not picking anything up," Treharne sighed.
Jason stuck his head underneath the bed; not surprising there wasn't anything there either.
"I'm beginning that we are chasing an untamed ornathoid."
"A what?"
"Wild goose," Jason smiled. He walked back into the bathroom, looking around again.
OFF: Last post for awhile...going to be taking a vacation! Go me!
<1410, Day 3>
Barrett and and Treharne made thier way to room 312, which used to be Nolar's room, a member of the Sirion crew. Easing the door open, Jason stepped through followed closely by Treharne. His tricorder didn't pick up anything amiss; at least not so far.
"Get anything yet?" Treharne asked, scanning around the room.
"No," Jason shook, his head, putting his own tricorder away. Maybe a keen observation with his eyes would lead them to something; though he was doubting it.
The room looked to be in complete disarray, the bed covers in shambles the desk a ruin, and the drawers on the various dressers open and spewing forth any number of items.
"Maybe they had to much bloodwine and simply wandered off," Jason muttered, poking his head into the bathroom.
"I'm still not picking anything up," Treharne sighed.
Jason stuck his head underneath the bed; not surprising there wasn't anything there either.
"I'm beginning that we are chasing an untamed ornathoid."
"A what?"
"Wild goose," Jason smiled. He walked back into the bathroom, looking around again.
OFF: Last post for awhile...going to be taking a vacation! Go me!
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
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USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
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Peters approached Grayson slowly.; "Lieutenant... I guess we have an assignment."
Mark nodded at the Engineer. Inside he was seething. Why the captain had put him with the grease monkey? That was so annoying. Outside he smiled to Peters. "Guess we have, Mr. Peters."
Peters nodded. "Well then, no time to waste. Shall we?" He gestured across the way to the access to the "New wing" of the hotel.
"Sounds like a plan", replied Mark. "Any ideas where to start?"
It was a hollow question, since Mark had his own idea of investigation. He wanted to be discreet, but, with Peters following around, that wouldn't be possible. So, the only thing he could do was to adapt the situation to his plan. Of course, he had no idea how yet.
"Well," Peters started, "We have rooms 421 and 412. If I got the layout of the place right, 412 should be closer to the elevator and stairs. Seems logical enough to me that we should start there. The other option is that we split up and each take one of the rooms, but it might be better to work together, just in case."
Grayson scratched his chin. "Alright, Lieutenant. I suppose we can do your way. But, please, keep in mind that I do have more experience in... Let's say, investigation." Actually, he meant invading a room without forcing the locks. He had the equipment to do that and the expertise. "Oh, by the way, take this". He handled a device to Peters, a sensor masking device. "We don't want the Direidi following our footsteps, do we?", added him, irony tempering his words.
Peters regarded the device curiously. He'd seen similar technology, but always larger and much more clunky. A shame that Intelligence got all the good toys. He clipped it to his belt, then looked to Grayson. "I assure you, Lieutenant, I have no doubt of your experience or abilities. I'll let you do the in-depth investigation, and I'll just poke about for stuff that seems significant based on my experience as a science officer and an Engineer."
Grayson nodded more to himself than to Peters. "Right. Your experience is valuable, Lieutenant . I didn't mean otherwise. I was just making sure you know how the thing goes. It's not an exact science, you know?", said him with a smile.
Peters nodded and smiled. This would go smoother if he just let Grayson do his thing and kept his eyes open, he figured. "Lay on, MacDuff."
Mark rub his hands together. "Ok, follow my lead. The first we have to do is to become invisible. The next step is to investigate any kind of residue that is from federation origin. We can do that with our tricorders.", said him, all business. "Oh, we may have to incapacitate someone in the process. Like, for example, that security officer coming our way", said him, now making his face change from the intelligence officer to an innocent turist.
The Direidi security officer walked towards and stopped near Peters. The man smiled and made a friendly wave. "Hello, sir. What are you two doing here in this corridor?"
Mark bit his lip. He couldn't enter the conversation without creating suspicion. He had hope that Peters would do the right thing.
Peters looked at the security guard for a second, then put on his most incredulous look. "DO you not realize who this is? My god man, this here is the President of the United Federation of Planets! He's here on a tour of the facilities on this planet, an invited tour, I might add. I'd suggest you not get in his way!"
"Of course, I-I'm sorry, I had no idea..." The security man stammered as Peters brushed past him. After they were down the corridor and around the corner towards the elevators, Peters turned back to Grayson.
"Are you nuts?", whispered Mark to Peters. "That's the worst excuse I ever heard!"
"It worked, didn't it?" Peters replied. "I saw it in a movie once."
"Movie?!", said Mark, not believing what he had just heard. "This is not a spy movie, where you can get way with this kind of excuse. If that security officers has any brains, he will check if the President is here. Which he's not! You know what that make us?", demanded him.
"Well, I don't know what that makes you, but it makes me a Starfleet officer in yellow that he saw in a hallway of the hotel."
"Engineers", muttered Grayson. "I meant, that makes us suspects and in this line of work, being suspect can kill you!". Mark gave up talking and start walking. "Never mind, let's just do what you have to do before the whole Direidi security force falls on us".
"Seemed a better option than clubbing him over the head or shooting him. I'd rather face a charge of impersonating someone than assaulting a security officer," Peters said, half to himself.
Moving along the corridors, quickly both men arrived at their search area. Mark quickly took command of the situation. After all, it was his kind of job. "Peters, keep watch as I pick this lock", ordered him.
"Sure." Peters looked up the hallway the way they'd came, then glanced back the other way. So far it was all clear.
Pulling out a device his pocket, Mark quickly started scanning the door security system. "Piece of cake", muttered him. The door made that usual sound as it opened. "Ok, door open. Let's move", said him, entering the room. The room was like the others and Mark felt that was wild goose chase. Still, orders were orders. He looked around. "Alright, bring your tricorder up and let's start looking for any kind of Federation origin residue. Anything that can help us find the missing crew. If we're lucky, one of them let some kind of clue."
"If we're lucky they'll have left a map. Puzzles aren't exactly my strong suit." Nevertheless, Peters pulled out his tricorder and started scanning, muting the warble as he did so. "No need to make extra noise if people are looking for us."
Mark shook his head. Peters was really a typical engineer. Working his way around the room's bathroom, he wondered what the Syron crew had thought when the Direidi started their little game. Maybe they had some paranoid officer like him and the man or woman left something behind.
He looked in the mirror. His appeareance wasn't the best he had, but... Suddenly, something came to his mind. He turned the hot water on. "Peters, come here. I think I found something". The vapor started to rise and a strange message appeared on the mirror. The old trick of writing on the mirror. Mark smiled to himself. Whoever wrote that deserved a pat on the shoulder.
"'Five Twelve Local, Warehouse...'" Peters read off the mirror. Intriguing to say the least. But did it mean teh name of the Warehouse was 512 Local or that was the time, or day, or even something else entirely. More questions, few answers.
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A JP with
Lieutenant, JG Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
Peters approached Grayson slowly.; "Lieutenant... I guess we have an assignment."
Mark nodded at the Engineer. Inside he was seething. Why the captain had put him with the grease monkey? That was so annoying. Outside he smiled to Peters. "Guess we have, Mr. Peters."
Peters nodded. "Well then, no time to waste. Shall we?" He gestured across the way to the access to the "New wing" of the hotel.
"Sounds like a plan", replied Mark. "Any ideas where to start?"
It was a hollow question, since Mark had his own idea of investigation. He wanted to be discreet, but, with Peters following around, that wouldn't be possible. So, the only thing he could do was to adapt the situation to his plan. Of course, he had no idea how yet.
"Well," Peters started, "We have rooms 421 and 412. If I got the layout of the place right, 412 should be closer to the elevator and stairs. Seems logical enough to me that we should start there. The other option is that we split up and each take one of the rooms, but it might be better to work together, just in case."
Grayson scratched his chin. "Alright, Lieutenant. I suppose we can do your way. But, please, keep in mind that I do have more experience in... Let's say, investigation." Actually, he meant invading a room without forcing the locks. He had the equipment to do that and the expertise. "Oh, by the way, take this". He handled a device to Peters, a sensor masking device. "We don't want the Direidi following our footsteps, do we?", added him, irony tempering his words.
Peters regarded the device curiously. He'd seen similar technology, but always larger and much more clunky. A shame that Intelligence got all the good toys. He clipped it to his belt, then looked to Grayson. "I assure you, Lieutenant, I have no doubt of your experience or abilities. I'll let you do the in-depth investigation, and I'll just poke about for stuff that seems significant based on my experience as a science officer and an Engineer."
Grayson nodded more to himself than to Peters. "Right. Your experience is valuable, Lieutenant . I didn't mean otherwise. I was just making sure you know how the thing goes. It's not an exact science, you know?", said him with a smile.
Peters nodded and smiled. This would go smoother if he just let Grayson do his thing and kept his eyes open, he figured. "Lay on, MacDuff."
Mark rub his hands together. "Ok, follow my lead. The first we have to do is to become invisible. The next step is to investigate any kind of residue that is from federation origin. We can do that with our tricorders.", said him, all business. "Oh, we may have to incapacitate someone in the process. Like, for example, that security officer coming our way", said him, now making his face change from the intelligence officer to an innocent turist.
The Direidi security officer walked towards and stopped near Peters. The man smiled and made a friendly wave. "Hello, sir. What are you two doing here in this corridor?"
Mark bit his lip. He couldn't enter the conversation without creating suspicion. He had hope that Peters would do the right thing.
Peters looked at the security guard for a second, then put on his most incredulous look. "DO you not realize who this is? My god man, this here is the President of the United Federation of Planets! He's here on a tour of the facilities on this planet, an invited tour, I might add. I'd suggest you not get in his way!"
"Of course, I-I'm sorry, I had no idea..." The security man stammered as Peters brushed past him. After they were down the corridor and around the corner towards the elevators, Peters turned back to Grayson.
"Are you nuts?", whispered Mark to Peters. "That's the worst excuse I ever heard!"
"It worked, didn't it?" Peters replied. "I saw it in a movie once."
"Movie?!", said Mark, not believing what he had just heard. "This is not a spy movie, where you can get way with this kind of excuse. If that security officers has any brains, he will check if the President is here. Which he's not! You know what that make us?", demanded him.
"Well, I don't know what that makes you, but it makes me a Starfleet officer in yellow that he saw in a hallway of the hotel."
"Engineers", muttered Grayson. "I meant, that makes us suspects and in this line of work, being suspect can kill you!". Mark gave up talking and start walking. "Never mind, let's just do what you have to do before the whole Direidi security force falls on us".
"Seemed a better option than clubbing him over the head or shooting him. I'd rather face a charge of impersonating someone than assaulting a security officer," Peters said, half to himself.
Moving along the corridors, quickly both men arrived at their search area. Mark quickly took command of the situation. After all, it was his kind of job. "Peters, keep watch as I pick this lock", ordered him.
"Sure." Peters looked up the hallway the way they'd came, then glanced back the other way. So far it was all clear.
Pulling out a device his pocket, Mark quickly started scanning the door security system. "Piece of cake", muttered him. The door made that usual sound as it opened. "Ok, door open. Let's move", said him, entering the room. The room was like the others and Mark felt that was wild goose chase. Still, orders were orders. He looked around. "Alright, bring your tricorder up and let's start looking for any kind of Federation origin residue. Anything that can help us find the missing crew. If we're lucky, one of them let some kind of clue."
"If we're lucky they'll have left a map. Puzzles aren't exactly my strong suit." Nevertheless, Peters pulled out his tricorder and started scanning, muting the warble as he did so. "No need to make extra noise if people are looking for us."
Mark shook his head. Peters was really a typical engineer. Working his way around the room's bathroom, he wondered what the Syron crew had thought when the Direidi started their little game. Maybe they had some paranoid officer like him and the man or woman left something behind.
He looked in the mirror. His appeareance wasn't the best he had, but... Suddenly, something came to his mind. He turned the hot water on. "Peters, come here. I think I found something". The vapor started to rise and a strange message appeared on the mirror. The old trick of writing on the mirror. Mark smiled to himself. Whoever wrote that deserved a pat on the shoulder.
"'Five Twelve Local, Warehouse...'" Peters read off the mirror. Intriguing to say the least. But did it mean teh name of the Warehouse was 512 Local or that was the time, or day, or even something else entirely. More questions, few answers.
OFF:
A JP with
Lieutenant, JG Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Quite a mess.
OFF: Backpost to reply to Hunt's previous post.
ON:
<Hotel Direidi,Room 221, 1410, Day 3>
Honestly Sara would rather be searching the rooms by herself, it would make things much easier for her and besides she would beable to use some of her more sophisticated means of examining the rooms. Unfortunatly she didn't really have a choice in the matter and after all this was the XO she was dealing with here, she couldn't just tell him to just sit and watch. She silently sighed and took out her intel issue tri-corder already a step ahead of Hunt.
?Rayne, let?s get a scan on the room first.? Said Mason looking around making sure they were the only two around. He had the feeling someone or something was watching them.
"Yes Sir, already on it." Sara said just loud enough for Hunt to hear. She too was getting that feeling of being watched and she didn't like it. Sara would rather be the one watching them who ever they are. Again she was a step ahead of Hunt and unholstered her phaser setting it to stun while she continued to scan the area.
?All right lets go in phasers to stun. I will take lead continue scanning as we go.? Said Mason.
"Good idea." Sara said following Hunt through the door.
It was quite a mess that she entered in upon, and yet it didn't suprise Sara one bit. The place looked completly ransacked as though someone was trying to find something in here. Only a bit more searching would tell if they would find anything useful.
?It looks like someone had a wild party here. Take pictures on your tricorder Mr. Rayne (seeing what looked to be a box under a pillow under the mattress).? Said Hunt.
"I'd have to agree with you there Sir, It does look like there was a party in here." Sara cut off the minute she heard Hunt say Mr. Rayne. As much as she would have liked to correct him she though better of it at the moment, after all there were much more important things to deal with at the time. Sara looked around the room taking pictures of everything figuring there would be something hidden in one of them. Strangely enough there was nothing to catch her attention, nothing seemed to draw her eyes towards it even with the aid of her ocular implants. After awhile the two searched a bit deeper into the room but still found nothing and decided to move onto the next room.
[Room 212]
The depth of the mystery here was beginning to be more thicker as Mason and Rayne entered room 212.
?This was the skipper?s room. Wow my room is no where this big (He said smirking). Let?s begin our search in the living quarters. Rayne you begin there I will check out his bedroom.?
Sara nodded then headed off to search the living quarters for anything and everything that could explain where the missing crew went. Things were now going to be slightly easier without the XO right there to watch her do what she did best.
OFF: Well here is my reply post.
ON:
<Hotel Direidi,Room 221, 1410, Day 3>
Honestly Sara would rather be searching the rooms by herself, it would make things much easier for her and besides she would beable to use some of her more sophisticated means of examining the rooms. Unfortunatly she didn't really have a choice in the matter and after all this was the XO she was dealing with here, she couldn't just tell him to just sit and watch. She silently sighed and took out her intel issue tri-corder already a step ahead of Hunt.
?Rayne, let?s get a scan on the room first.? Said Mason looking around making sure they were the only two around. He had the feeling someone or something was watching them.
"Yes Sir, already on it." Sara said just loud enough for Hunt to hear. She too was getting that feeling of being watched and she didn't like it. Sara would rather be the one watching them who ever they are. Again she was a step ahead of Hunt and unholstered her phaser setting it to stun while she continued to scan the area.
?All right lets go in phasers to stun. I will take lead continue scanning as we go.? Said Mason.
"Good idea." Sara said following Hunt through the door.
It was quite a mess that she entered in upon, and yet it didn't suprise Sara one bit. The place looked completly ransacked as though someone was trying to find something in here. Only a bit more searching would tell if they would find anything useful.
?It looks like someone had a wild party here. Take pictures on your tricorder Mr. Rayne (seeing what looked to be a box under a pillow under the mattress).? Said Hunt.
"I'd have to agree with you there Sir, It does look like there was a party in here." Sara cut off the minute she heard Hunt say Mr. Rayne. As much as she would have liked to correct him she though better of it at the moment, after all there were much more important things to deal with at the time. Sara looked around the room taking pictures of everything figuring there would be something hidden in one of them. Strangely enough there was nothing to catch her attention, nothing seemed to draw her eyes towards it even with the aid of her ocular implants. After awhile the two searched a bit deeper into the room but still found nothing and decided to move onto the next room.
[Room 212]
The depth of the mystery here was beginning to be more thicker as Mason and Rayne entered room 212.
?This was the skipper?s room. Wow my room is no where this big (He said smirking). Let?s begin our search in the living quarters. Rayne you begin there I will check out his bedroom.?
Sara nodded then headed off to search the living quarters for anything and everything that could explain where the missing crew went. Things were now going to be slightly easier without the XO right there to watch her do what she did best.
OFF: Well here is my reply post.
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<Hotel Direidi Lobby, 1412, Day 3>>
Now that everyone had their assignments, it would be interesting to see what they came up with, if anything. Having the ship disappear, then the survey team was rather odd. Isabel wasn't quite sure what to make of it and was in the dark as far as why the team would leave and not say anything.
Pushing the questions to the back of her mind for the moment, she turned to Soren. "I'd suggest sticking together during our search - should help us be more thorough and avoid going over something the other did already without knowing it."
"Makes sense, Captain. But this looks like that Terran needle in a haystack that I've heard about." responded Soren with a wide but willing Denobulan smile.
Her eyes scanned the Lobby, "From what I can tell, the most important areas to search will be the basement of this building and this floor, and the first floor area of the newer building. Any suggestions on where to start?"
"Yes, Captain." responded the Chief. "We'll start on this floor and work down. This level is busy, and too many people might create a problem. I'd like to set my tricorder to track the unique StarFleet transtator circuits in Fleet combadges. If one person has kept their badge, we can find them."
After listening to what Soren had to say, Isabel nodded, "Let's get to it then. Lead the way," she smiled.
Soren set his tricorder, and programmed the white noise generator so the Malinche crew's badges would not be detected. He set forward in a loose serpentine search pattern.
Isabel smiled slightly, once again quite thankful that Soren was on her ship. She followed along behind him, giving him a little extra space and looking around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of place - just a
normal looking hotel.
Something must have happened though. Either something that caused them to leave of their own volition, or something forced them. At this point, Isabel just couldn't be sure. Hopefully some of the crew that
were sent to look through the rooms would find something useful...
She looked over at Soren, "I'm going to go ask the man at the front desk a few questions, I'll be right back."
"Good hunting, Captain." the chief responded, his concentration focused on the tricorder.
Isabel turned and walked purposefully to the front desk. "Excuse me, sir, may I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly ma'am," he replied, almost cheerfully.
"Do you remember the other StarFleet crew that was here up until a few days ago?"
The man smiled, "Of course, lovely bunch. Mostly scientific types, always wanting to scan things."
Always scanning? At the hotel even? "Where exactly were they scanning?" Isabel hoped he could provide some form of elaboration...
"A little in the hotel, mainly in the basement, and quite a bit outside the hotel," he mused.
"Do you know if they found anything?"
"Sorry ma'am, I'm afraid that's all I know. I'm not much inclined towards science and I didn't want to bother them...then they disappeared a few days ago," the man told her.
She nodded, "Thank you." Sighing slightly, Isabel returned to Soren, "He didn't know too much, though he did mention that they were scanning some in the hotel, though mainly the basement, and outside. Any
thoughts?"
Both of Soren's eyebrows lifted at the captain's words. "Hmmm...I think perhaps we should try a game of 'follow the abnormal scans.' With your permission, Captain, we should make our way to the basement and look for any odd readings. They wouldn't have spent a lot of time there unless they found something unusual."
Isabel grinned, "Follow the abnormal scans it is. And I agree, it doesn't make sense for them to spend a lot of time somewhere without a reason of some kind."
OFF: To be continued...
JP brought to you by:
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Now that everyone had their assignments, it would be interesting to see what they came up with, if anything. Having the ship disappear, then the survey team was rather odd. Isabel wasn't quite sure what to make of it and was in the dark as far as why the team would leave and not say anything.
Pushing the questions to the back of her mind for the moment, she turned to Soren. "I'd suggest sticking together during our search - should help us be more thorough and avoid going over something the other did already without knowing it."
"Makes sense, Captain. But this looks like that Terran needle in a haystack that I've heard about." responded Soren with a wide but willing Denobulan smile.
Her eyes scanned the Lobby, "From what I can tell, the most important areas to search will be the basement of this building and this floor, and the first floor area of the newer building. Any suggestions on where to start?"
"Yes, Captain." responded the Chief. "We'll start on this floor and work down. This level is busy, and too many people might create a problem. I'd like to set my tricorder to track the unique StarFleet transtator circuits in Fleet combadges. If one person has kept their badge, we can find them."
After listening to what Soren had to say, Isabel nodded, "Let's get to it then. Lead the way," she smiled.
Soren set his tricorder, and programmed the white noise generator so the Malinche crew's badges would not be detected. He set forward in a loose serpentine search pattern.
Isabel smiled slightly, once again quite thankful that Soren was on her ship. She followed along behind him, giving him a little extra space and looking around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of place - just a
normal looking hotel.
Something must have happened though. Either something that caused them to leave of their own volition, or something forced them. At this point, Isabel just couldn't be sure. Hopefully some of the crew that
were sent to look through the rooms would find something useful...
She looked over at Soren, "I'm going to go ask the man at the front desk a few questions, I'll be right back."
"Good hunting, Captain." the chief responded, his concentration focused on the tricorder.
Isabel turned and walked purposefully to the front desk. "Excuse me, sir, may I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly ma'am," he replied, almost cheerfully.
"Do you remember the other StarFleet crew that was here up until a few days ago?"
The man smiled, "Of course, lovely bunch. Mostly scientific types, always wanting to scan things."
Always scanning? At the hotel even? "Where exactly were they scanning?" Isabel hoped he could provide some form of elaboration...
"A little in the hotel, mainly in the basement, and quite a bit outside the hotel," he mused.
"Do you know if they found anything?"
"Sorry ma'am, I'm afraid that's all I know. I'm not much inclined towards science and I didn't want to bother them...then they disappeared a few days ago," the man told her.
She nodded, "Thank you." Sighing slightly, Isabel returned to Soren, "He didn't know too much, though he did mention that they were scanning some in the hotel, though mainly the basement, and outside. Any
thoughts?"
Both of Soren's eyebrows lifted at the captain's words. "Hmmm...I think perhaps we should try a game of 'follow the abnormal scans.' With your permission, Captain, we should make our way to the basement and look for any odd readings. They wouldn't have spent a lot of time there unless they found something unusual."
Isabel grinned, "Follow the abnormal scans it is. And I agree, it doesn't make sense for them to spend a lot of time somewhere without a reason of some kind."
OFF: To be continued...
JP brought to you by:
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
and
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel>>
<Hotel Grounds, 1425, Day 3>
So far they had yet to come up with anything useful at all. Everyone they talked to said the same thing, that the Federation personnel were always busy scanning things. And they weren't sure what they were scanning or why they were scanning. They had been half way around the building and so far nothing at all had caught thier attention. It wasn't a good thing.
"No one seems to know anything," Brice said, as they made thier way around the pool deck.
"Seems to be the consensus," Amanda sighed. "I hope thier other teams are having better luck then we are."
"You're telling me," Brice grunted.
They made thier way around the pool deck stepping out of the area and stopping at the entrance to the botonical garden that ran around the left side and to the back of the hotel.
"So, what do we do now? I doubt that Kersare is going to settle for us not finding anything?" Brice asked. "No matter how close to the truth it is."
"I know what you mean," Amanda sighed.
Then her tricorder started beeping, although nothing major...at least nothing major that Amanda could see. She titled it so that Brice could rad it.
OFF: Not sure what sort of 'abnormal readings' we are supposed to find...are they photonic in nature or something...any help would be GREATLY appriceated.
<Hotel Grounds, 1425, Day 3>
So far they had yet to come up with anything useful at all. Everyone they talked to said the same thing, that the Federation personnel were always busy scanning things. And they weren't sure what they were scanning or why they were scanning. They had been half way around the building and so far nothing at all had caught thier attention. It wasn't a good thing.
"No one seems to know anything," Brice said, as they made thier way around the pool deck.
"Seems to be the consensus," Amanda sighed. "I hope thier other teams are having better luck then we are."
"You're telling me," Brice grunted.
They made thier way around the pool deck stepping out of the area and stopping at the entrance to the botonical garden that ran around the left side and to the back of the hotel.
"So, what do we do now? I doubt that Kersare is going to settle for us not finding anything?" Brice asked. "No matter how close to the truth it is."
"I know what you mean," Amanda sighed.
Then her tricorder started beeping, although nothing major...at least nothing major that Amanda could see. She titled it so that Brice could rad it.
OFF: Not sure what sort of 'abnormal readings' we are supposed to find...are they photonic in nature or something...any help would be GREATLY appriceated.
Lieutenant Commander Amanda Darkhelm
Chief Medical Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
ON:<<Shuttlecraft Dante, In Orbit of Direidi, 1414, Day 3>>
"There she is. Ain't she a beauty?" said Mark MacHammond, a sargent in the
marine corps, as the shuttle dropped from warp speed and approached the
modestly sized warship in orbit of a planet that once used to be dilithium
central for the enitre Alpha Quadrant.
"After five days at low warp, I'd image a Defiant class would appear
spectacular," Yrel mentioned, a bit exhausted from the trip. She meant no
offense to the marine, he was good company, but after five straight days of
him trying to flirt with her, she was getting more and more anxious to get
to her new assignment on the Malinche.
Though, that in of itself was part of her exhaustion. If Starfleet's
bureaucracy was more efficient, and had contacted Captain Kersare while at
starbase, the Malinche wouldn't have had to leave so quickly for Direidi.
She was only a day away when she found out the ship was on route to its next
mission, with the captain having not been even informed of the transfer. The
only fortunate thing about the news was that the shuttle was coming from the
direction the ship was going. That manage all by itself to cut the trip down
by two days.
Yrel would have been happy to read more about the ship and her crew on
route, but she had been made to transfer so quickly, that all she had
brought with her were her personal items, mostly design schematics for new
science-oriented runabouts. Initially she worked on those to pass time, but
it soon became boring and she found that the only thing she could really
find timeworthy was chatting with Sargent MacHammond. Well, she didn't do
much talking really, it was all him. A day left in their trip, and she had
heard plenty about his wild and oddly disciplined family, all soldiers in
the marine corps.
She smiled at the thought of one of the Sargent's opening lines: "You know,
I've never really gotten the whole science thing myself. I'm more about the
guns." Not the most drawing in way to start a conversation, but it was at
least funny...even in a pitying kind of way.
"Shuttle Dante to Malinche," he called after a tap at the controls.
"This is the Malinche," a male voice responded. "State your purpose."
MacHammond smiled. "Just dropping off a new member of the crew."
"I wasn't informed of-"
"I have orders from Starfleet," Yrel chirped in. "I need to speak with
Captain Kersare."
"Standby shuttlecrafy Dante."
The signal was paused for a moment and MacHammond turned to her, still
smiling. "Cheery bunch."
"Well, I'm sure you'd have an easier time on this ship than me," Yrel
sighed. "I'm going to be a Cheif Science Officer on an unofficial warship. I
don't think my use will be on the top priority."
"Every ship needs a science officer. Kind of like how every marine squad
needs a sniper." Yrel looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She doubted that
was a good analogy, despite his obvious effort to console the slight
uncertainty stewing in the freshly minted Lieutenant.
"Captain Kersare will see you down on the planet surface. We're relaying
coordinates now," came a response finally. The Sargent tapped at the
controls and nodded.
"Received, shuttlecraft out." He turned to her and gestured to the
transporter. "If you would..."
Yrel stood up from the seat of surprisingly spatious type-11 shuttle, and
moved to the back where the transporter system was. She slung her bad of
belongings over her left shoulder and smiled.
"Sorry to leave so suddenly," she shrugged. "It was good to chat with you."
"It's a shame nothing formed from it," he smiled again, this time much more
slyly. "I know we would have had a real good time."
"I don't think we would have been compatible."
"What makes you say that," his sly smiled faded ever so slightly. Yrel
tapped the transporter controls, starting up the cycle. The transporter came
to life with a near-silent hum.
"I'm old enough to be your great-great-grandmother," she giggled just as the
transporter beam swept over her. Before completely disappearing from the
shuttle, she saw the look of confusion replace the sly confidence from
moments earlier. The shuttle then completely vanished and was replace with
the basement surroundings of a building.
Yrel looked from side to side, trying to get a hold of her barrings for this
new place. It wasn't all that glorious a place to be, nothing particularly
special about it other than the relative cleansliness of it. She didn't see
anyone in sight. Did she get the wrong coordinates?
"Captain Kersare?" she called out.
Isabel frowned slightly, turning towards the voice. Offhand she didn't recognize it, but it could be one of the hotel staff. "Yes? I've over here."
Waiting for whoever it was to show up, Isabel kept scanning. Thus far she'd only gotten a few minor fluctuations. Vaguely Isabel wondered if Soren had found anything yet, or where exactly he was. Looking over to her right, she saw him watching his tricorder closely.
A minute later, Isabel heard someone approaching quietly from the hallway. She turned to see who it was that had been calling her. A woman, slightly shorter than herself, with long red hair in ponytails in a StarFleet uniform appeared.
By the red uniform and four pips, Yrel had found her woman. She approached in a more of a jaunt than anything, not nearly aware of what was going on. She had just arrived and the crew hard a work on mission yet unknown to Yrel.
"I take it you were the one calling me?" Isabel watched the woman. "What can I do for you, and who are you, exactly?" She'd noticed the StarFleet uniform, but this wasn't one of the crew she'd come with, nor, to her knowledge, was the woman part of the Sirion crew.
"You're new Cheif Science Officer, ma'am," Yrel greeted, handing Kersare the orders for transfer.
Isabel nodded, "I am Captain Isabel Kersare, Commanding Officer of the USS Malinche. The Denobulan over there is my Boatswain, Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren. I hadn't heard that I was to get a new Chief Science Officer, though in this case it's most certainly welcome, considering our mission."
Yrel didn't know if it was entirely appropiate, but she let out a quick laugh. "Well, there seemed to have been some lack of communication from HQ. Apparently, you weren't informed of the transfer and it was just left for me to meet you at starbase," Yrel paused to let the rest speak for itself. "I just arrived, and I'm ready to help out."
OFF:
JP with
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche
"There she is. Ain't she a beauty?" said Mark MacHammond, a sargent in the
marine corps, as the shuttle dropped from warp speed and approached the
modestly sized warship in orbit of a planet that once used to be dilithium
central for the enitre Alpha Quadrant.
"After five days at low warp, I'd image a Defiant class would appear
spectacular," Yrel mentioned, a bit exhausted from the trip. She meant no
offense to the marine, he was good company, but after five straight days of
him trying to flirt with her, she was getting more and more anxious to get
to her new assignment on the Malinche.
Though, that in of itself was part of her exhaustion. If Starfleet's
bureaucracy was more efficient, and had contacted Captain Kersare while at
starbase, the Malinche wouldn't have had to leave so quickly for Direidi.
She was only a day away when she found out the ship was on route to its next
mission, with the captain having not been even informed of the transfer. The
only fortunate thing about the news was that the shuttle was coming from the
direction the ship was going. That manage all by itself to cut the trip down
by two days.
Yrel would have been happy to read more about the ship and her crew on
route, but she had been made to transfer so quickly, that all she had
brought with her were her personal items, mostly design schematics for new
science-oriented runabouts. Initially she worked on those to pass time, but
it soon became boring and she found that the only thing she could really
find timeworthy was chatting with Sargent MacHammond. Well, she didn't do
much talking really, it was all him. A day left in their trip, and she had
heard plenty about his wild and oddly disciplined family, all soldiers in
the marine corps.
She smiled at the thought of one of the Sargent's opening lines: "You know,
I've never really gotten the whole science thing myself. I'm more about the
guns." Not the most drawing in way to start a conversation, but it was at
least funny...even in a pitying kind of way.
"Shuttle Dante to Malinche," he called after a tap at the controls.
"This is the Malinche," a male voice responded. "State your purpose."
MacHammond smiled. "Just dropping off a new member of the crew."
"I wasn't informed of-"
"I have orders from Starfleet," Yrel chirped in. "I need to speak with
Captain Kersare."
"Standby shuttlecrafy Dante."
The signal was paused for a moment and MacHammond turned to her, still
smiling. "Cheery bunch."
"Well, I'm sure you'd have an easier time on this ship than me," Yrel
sighed. "I'm going to be a Cheif Science Officer on an unofficial warship. I
don't think my use will be on the top priority."
"Every ship needs a science officer. Kind of like how every marine squad
needs a sniper." Yrel looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She doubted that
was a good analogy, despite his obvious effort to console the slight
uncertainty stewing in the freshly minted Lieutenant.
"Captain Kersare will see you down on the planet surface. We're relaying
coordinates now," came a response finally. The Sargent tapped at the
controls and nodded.
"Received, shuttlecraft out." He turned to her and gestured to the
transporter. "If you would..."
Yrel stood up from the seat of surprisingly spatious type-11 shuttle, and
moved to the back where the transporter system was. She slung her bad of
belongings over her left shoulder and smiled.
"Sorry to leave so suddenly," she shrugged. "It was good to chat with you."
"It's a shame nothing formed from it," he smiled again, this time much more
slyly. "I know we would have had a real good time."
"I don't think we would have been compatible."
"What makes you say that," his sly smiled faded ever so slightly. Yrel
tapped the transporter controls, starting up the cycle. The transporter came
to life with a near-silent hum.
"I'm old enough to be your great-great-grandmother," she giggled just as the
transporter beam swept over her. Before completely disappearing from the
shuttle, she saw the look of confusion replace the sly confidence from
moments earlier. The shuttle then completely vanished and was replace with
the basement surroundings of a building.
Yrel looked from side to side, trying to get a hold of her barrings for this
new place. It wasn't all that glorious a place to be, nothing particularly
special about it other than the relative cleansliness of it. She didn't see
anyone in sight. Did she get the wrong coordinates?
"Captain Kersare?" she called out.
Isabel frowned slightly, turning towards the voice. Offhand she didn't recognize it, but it could be one of the hotel staff. "Yes? I've over here."
Waiting for whoever it was to show up, Isabel kept scanning. Thus far she'd only gotten a few minor fluctuations. Vaguely Isabel wondered if Soren had found anything yet, or where exactly he was. Looking over to her right, she saw him watching his tricorder closely.
A minute later, Isabel heard someone approaching quietly from the hallway. She turned to see who it was that had been calling her. A woman, slightly shorter than herself, with long red hair in ponytails in a StarFleet uniform appeared.
By the red uniform and four pips, Yrel had found her woman. She approached in a more of a jaunt than anything, not nearly aware of what was going on. She had just arrived and the crew hard a work on mission yet unknown to Yrel.
"I take it you were the one calling me?" Isabel watched the woman. "What can I do for you, and who are you, exactly?" She'd noticed the StarFleet uniform, but this wasn't one of the crew she'd come with, nor, to her knowledge, was the woman part of the Sirion crew.
"You're new Cheif Science Officer, ma'am," Yrel greeted, handing Kersare the orders for transfer.
Isabel nodded, "I am Captain Isabel Kersare, Commanding Officer of the USS Malinche. The Denobulan over there is my Boatswain, Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren. I hadn't heard that I was to get a new Chief Science Officer, though in this case it's most certainly welcome, considering our mission."
Yrel didn't know if it was entirely appropiate, but she let out a quick laugh. "Well, there seemed to have been some lack of communication from HQ. Apparently, you weren't informed of the transfer and it was just left for me to meet you at starbase," Yrel paused to let the rest speak for itself. "I just arrived, and I'm ready to help out."
OFF:
JP with
Captain Isabel Kersare
Commanding Officer
USS Malinche
Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer & Second Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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ON: <Hotel Direidi, Room 421, 1445>
They had searched the entire previous room thoroughly, and were now partway through the 2nd room. Peters glanced around the nightstand next to the bed and noticed a padd that had been partially kicked under the bed. He picked it up and activated it. "Hey, Grayson, take a look at this. I think I found a log entry from one of the science officers."
That piqued Mark's curiousity. He approached Peters. "Well? What does it say?", asked him, barely containing his impatience. "If it corroborates the clue we found on the mirror, we're in luck", added him.
"Let's see..." Peters said as he read through the entry. "It says something about some strange readings... near a warehouse. I'd say that's a corroboration. It also says that he was going to bring the information to the Captain. No entry about what the captain said, so that must have been just before they disappeared."
Mark considered Peters words before speaking again. "Interesting. If I was Vulcan I would say Fascinating, but...", thought him aloud. Focusing his attention in Peters, Grayson continued, "Our objective now is to do a recon in the warehouse. I don't think we have a chance to find the Sirion crew, but, we may be getting close to them.
Deep down, Mark had a feeling about finding two clues in one place. He dismissed that thought, considering that it was his usual paranoia, but, the feeling stayed there, bothering him. "Let's move, Peters. The warehouse is not far from here, we can get there by foot."
Peters nodded and headed for the door. He waited for Grayson to join him and re-lock the door, then started down the hallway. He stopped as a security patrol rounded the corner. "There they are!" one of them shouted.
"Ah, Grayson, I think we have trouble." Peters grabbed Grayson's arm and started running the opposite direction.
"I told you that 'President' rubbish would get us in trouble", said Grayson, following Peters.
They two men quickly entered the emergency stairs and started the way down to exit the hotel. However, there are security officers climbing the stairs. Mark grabbed Peter's shoulder. "No exit here, Peters. Let's go up". Mark's voice was cold and controlled. He had gone through that kind thing far too much times in his life. "I know another way out."
"Hey, wherever you go, I'll follow. Anything beats being tossed in the local jail overnight when we're supposed to be finding lost crew." Peters followed Grayson as they pelted up the stairs. As they emerged a few floors up several more security guards came running down the hall at them. "OK, MacGyver, what now?"
"Mac-who?", asked Mark, before pushing Peters through a garbage shaft that existed in every floor of the Hotel. "Don't worry, at the bottom there's only trash", said him, jumping right after. Mark had attracted the security higher, because it would take more time for them to stop and head back to the Hotel underground.
Mark could hear Peters single yell as they fell through the shaft. Mark couldn't avoid yelling himself. After all, they were falling from several meters high.
Off: To be continued...
A JP With
Lieutenant, Junior Grade Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
They had searched the entire previous room thoroughly, and were now partway through the 2nd room. Peters glanced around the nightstand next to the bed and noticed a padd that had been partially kicked under the bed. He picked it up and activated it. "Hey, Grayson, take a look at this. I think I found a log entry from one of the science officers."
That piqued Mark's curiousity. He approached Peters. "Well? What does it say?", asked him, barely containing his impatience. "If it corroborates the clue we found on the mirror, we're in luck", added him.
"Let's see..." Peters said as he read through the entry. "It says something about some strange readings... near a warehouse. I'd say that's a corroboration. It also says that he was going to bring the information to the Captain. No entry about what the captain said, so that must have been just before they disappeared."
Mark considered Peters words before speaking again. "Interesting. If I was Vulcan I would say Fascinating, but...", thought him aloud. Focusing his attention in Peters, Grayson continued, "Our objective now is to do a recon in the warehouse. I don't think we have a chance to find the Sirion crew, but, we may be getting close to them.
Deep down, Mark had a feeling about finding two clues in one place. He dismissed that thought, considering that it was his usual paranoia, but, the feeling stayed there, bothering him. "Let's move, Peters. The warehouse is not far from here, we can get there by foot."
Peters nodded and headed for the door. He waited for Grayson to join him and re-lock the door, then started down the hallway. He stopped as a security patrol rounded the corner. "There they are!" one of them shouted.
"Ah, Grayson, I think we have trouble." Peters grabbed Grayson's arm and started running the opposite direction.
"I told you that 'President' rubbish would get us in trouble", said Grayson, following Peters.
They two men quickly entered the emergency stairs and started the way down to exit the hotel. However, there are security officers climbing the stairs. Mark grabbed Peter's shoulder. "No exit here, Peters. Let's go up". Mark's voice was cold and controlled. He had gone through that kind thing far too much times in his life. "I know another way out."
"Hey, wherever you go, I'll follow. Anything beats being tossed in the local jail overnight when we're supposed to be finding lost crew." Peters followed Grayson as they pelted up the stairs. As they emerged a few floors up several more security guards came running down the hall at them. "OK, MacGyver, what now?"
"Mac-who?", asked Mark, before pushing Peters through a garbage shaft that existed in every floor of the Hotel. "Don't worry, at the bottom there's only trash", said him, jumping right after. Mark had attracted the security higher, because it would take more time for them to stop and head back to the Hotel underground.
Mark could hear Peters single yell as they fell through the shaft. Mark couldn't avoid yelling himself. After all, they were falling from several meters high.
Off: To be continued...
A JP With
Lieutenant, Junior Grade Mark Grayson
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
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Tony
AKA
Lieutenant Commander Todd Peters
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A
<<Hotel Direidi, Basement, 1421, Day 3>>
Yrel didn't know if it was entirely appropiate, but she let out a quick laugh. "Well, there seemed to have been some lack of communication from HQ. Apparently, you weren't informed of the transfer and it was just left for me to meet you at starbase," Yrel paused to let the rest speak for
itself. "I just arrived, and I'm ready to help out."
"Actually," Isabel smiled and laughed softly, "I'm quite used to that.
It seems to be a habit to not inform me of transfers til the new crewmember arrives."
Looking over, Isabel caught Soren's eye and waved him over. "Chief
Warrant Officer Second Class Soren, this is Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign, our new Chief Science Officer."
Yrel smiled and shook hands with the CWO2. "Hi, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. Welcome to the Malinche." responded Chief Soren.
The introductions made, Isabel turned back to Yrel, "Lieutenant, let me give you a brief summary of our mission, and let you know what we've found out thus far so you can properly aid us."
"Certainly, ma'am," she replied. "That's what I'm here for." She looked around the basement area they were standing in and wasn't quite sure what to make of it. A mission that had relavance in a basement, that was a new one. Most of the missions she's been on so far was always based in space or planetside in a non-civilised area.
"We're here on Direidi because the USS Sirion has disappeared. It's a
science vessel - they were here to determine any environmental impacts
due to the dilithium mining nearly a century ago. Unfortunately, in the past few days, the survey team that was here on the planet has also gone missing. Currently I have my crew trying to locate them. Mr. Soren and I, and now you, will be searching in the basement and first floor of this building, as well as the first floor of the newer area of the hotel,"
Isabel paused to let that sink in. "Further, we've received information that the Sirion survey team was doing a good bit of scanning in the basement here and outside. We're trying to find the readings they did, along with any other clues to their whereabouts. We'll be meeting up with the others at 1700 hours."
Yrel rolled all the information around in her head for a second, processing
it about. "Okay, sounds pretty straight forward for the most part. Have you detected anything that the Sirion crew might have detected?"
"Thus far I've only found minor fluctuations in readings down here," Isabel noted. "Mr. Soren, what about you?"
"Nothing to raise an eyebrow, Captain, using standard tricorder scanning. Certainly nothing to rivet a science crew."
She nodded, then turned to her new officer. Isabel smiled at Yrel, "Any suggestions as far as different things we could be trying, or any recommendations at all to aid our search, Lieutenant Sovereign?"
"Well," she paused and rubbed her chin. "We may be at a disadvantage. If the Sirion crew brought advanced science gear with them, as is typical with a science vessel, then detecting and researching the same things they did may be more difficult. We're using, mostly, standard Starfleet equipment despite operating out of a relatively advanced class of ship." She paused again. "We're going to have do more thorough scanning with tricorders, set on more sensitive settings if we plan on detecting useful information. At some point, it may be prudent for me to go to ship and bring down something that could enhance the capabilities of our ticorders...perhaps an all-purpose enhancer."
Isabel nodded, Yrel would certainly be an asset if this were any indication. "What would you suggest setting the tricorders at for now?"
"As sensitive as they'll go, frankly," Yrel replied. "Tricorders don't really have as much of a scanning spectrum as a ship's sensors do. If we want to pick up as much as possible about whatever may or may not be down here, that's our best shot. There might be the occasional alert to insignificant things, but we'll have to manage." She though about it some more, and added: "If it's about fluctuations around here, then setting the tricorders to detect changes in EM and radiation fields might be one step better. Unfortunately, Captain, there's only so much we can do to modify the configuration of the tricorders when we don't have much information on what we're looking for exactly."
Yrel retrieved her own tricorder from her bag of personal belongings and began to tap away at the controls. Reconfiguring took little time to accomplish, since it wasn't all that sophisticated a measure to undertake, and once the new settings were initiailised, she started to pass it around her nearby surroundings.
"Alright, let's all get our tricorders adjusted. Let's see how we do with these...if we're still not getting anything, you can go back to the ship in he next hour or so Lieutenant Sovereign. Otherwise you could make a trip before our meeting, or afterwards, your choice," Isabel said. Carefully, she made the changes Yrel had suggested. Hopefully they would help detect more down here...
"I'll wait and see what turns up, as well as what is found during the staff
meeting, Captain," Yrel said. She started to slowly move around, trying to
make sure anything she scanned was done so thoroughly. She liked the
luxuries of tricorders, but like anything in life, there were limitations.
Tricorders were generic in their function, and they were trying to find
specifics. Not that it was entirely hopeless, not by a long shot. It just
meant that whatever they were going to find was either going to be blatently apparent, or barely determined. She had doubts on the former.
Soren removed a tool from his heavy backpack, and made the adjustments that Lt. Sovereign indicated on the tricorders. "Hmm. The enhancers might magnify normal readings too, won't they, lieutenant? We'll need to watch the readings for relevance. Anyway, all tricorders adjusted within the tolerances the lieutenant has specified."
"That's exactly what I'd hope. It depends on what design the enhancers
use exactly. Not that'll matter too much, they'll improve the tricorders
regardless," she nodded. "As for watching for relevance. It's a tricky
task, and will take some extra time, but it'll be worth it ultimately."
A fluctuation popped up on the tricorder. It was quick, there and gone
within a second. Yrel didn't even have time to react before it was gone,
although she got a faint idea of where it came from. She eased to her
left, near a door labelled "Utility Room" and slowly traced the tricorder
around the edges of the door. Nothing.
Another one appeared on her tricorder and held for second longer than
the last one did. Yrel spun and pointed the device down a long corridor.
She tapped the tricorder a couple times, reading the feedback and shook
her head.
"Whatever's going on down here, it's very active and very elusive," she sighed.
OFF:A joint post by
Isabel kersare
Captain
USS Malinche
Lt. Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche
and
Yrel didn't know if it was entirely appropiate, but she let out a quick laugh. "Well, there seemed to have been some lack of communication from HQ. Apparently, you weren't informed of the transfer and it was just left for me to meet you at starbase," Yrel paused to let the rest speak for
itself. "I just arrived, and I'm ready to help out."
"Actually," Isabel smiled and laughed softly, "I'm quite used to that.
It seems to be a habit to not inform me of transfers til the new crewmember arrives."
Looking over, Isabel caught Soren's eye and waved him over. "Chief
Warrant Officer Second Class Soren, this is Lieutenant Yrel Sovereign, our new Chief Science Officer."
Yrel smiled and shook hands with the CWO2. "Hi, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. Welcome to the Malinche." responded Chief Soren.
The introductions made, Isabel turned back to Yrel, "Lieutenant, let me give you a brief summary of our mission, and let you know what we've found out thus far so you can properly aid us."
"Certainly, ma'am," she replied. "That's what I'm here for." She looked around the basement area they were standing in and wasn't quite sure what to make of it. A mission that had relavance in a basement, that was a new one. Most of the missions she's been on so far was always based in space or planetside in a non-civilised area.
"We're here on Direidi because the USS Sirion has disappeared. It's a
science vessel - they were here to determine any environmental impacts
due to the dilithium mining nearly a century ago. Unfortunately, in the past few days, the survey team that was here on the planet has also gone missing. Currently I have my crew trying to locate them. Mr. Soren and I, and now you, will be searching in the basement and first floor of this building, as well as the first floor of the newer area of the hotel,"
Isabel paused to let that sink in. "Further, we've received information that the Sirion survey team was doing a good bit of scanning in the basement here and outside. We're trying to find the readings they did, along with any other clues to their whereabouts. We'll be meeting up with the others at 1700 hours."
Yrel rolled all the information around in her head for a second, processing
it about. "Okay, sounds pretty straight forward for the most part. Have you detected anything that the Sirion crew might have detected?"
"Thus far I've only found minor fluctuations in readings down here," Isabel noted. "Mr. Soren, what about you?"
"Nothing to raise an eyebrow, Captain, using standard tricorder scanning. Certainly nothing to rivet a science crew."
She nodded, then turned to her new officer. Isabel smiled at Yrel, "Any suggestions as far as different things we could be trying, or any recommendations at all to aid our search, Lieutenant Sovereign?"
"Well," she paused and rubbed her chin. "We may be at a disadvantage. If the Sirion crew brought advanced science gear with them, as is typical with a science vessel, then detecting and researching the same things they did may be more difficult. We're using, mostly, standard Starfleet equipment despite operating out of a relatively advanced class of ship." She paused again. "We're going to have do more thorough scanning with tricorders, set on more sensitive settings if we plan on detecting useful information. At some point, it may be prudent for me to go to ship and bring down something that could enhance the capabilities of our ticorders...perhaps an all-purpose enhancer."
Isabel nodded, Yrel would certainly be an asset if this were any indication. "What would you suggest setting the tricorders at for now?"
"As sensitive as they'll go, frankly," Yrel replied. "Tricorders don't really have as much of a scanning spectrum as a ship's sensors do. If we want to pick up as much as possible about whatever may or may not be down here, that's our best shot. There might be the occasional alert to insignificant things, but we'll have to manage." She though about it some more, and added: "If it's about fluctuations around here, then setting the tricorders to detect changes in EM and radiation fields might be one step better. Unfortunately, Captain, there's only so much we can do to modify the configuration of the tricorders when we don't have much information on what we're looking for exactly."
Yrel retrieved her own tricorder from her bag of personal belongings and began to tap away at the controls. Reconfiguring took little time to accomplish, since it wasn't all that sophisticated a measure to undertake, and once the new settings were initiailised, she started to pass it around her nearby surroundings.
"Alright, let's all get our tricorders adjusted. Let's see how we do with these...if we're still not getting anything, you can go back to the ship in he next hour or so Lieutenant Sovereign. Otherwise you could make a trip before our meeting, or afterwards, your choice," Isabel said. Carefully, she made the changes Yrel had suggested. Hopefully they would help detect more down here...
"I'll wait and see what turns up, as well as what is found during the staff
meeting, Captain," Yrel said. She started to slowly move around, trying to
make sure anything she scanned was done so thoroughly. She liked the
luxuries of tricorders, but like anything in life, there were limitations.
Tricorders were generic in their function, and they were trying to find
specifics. Not that it was entirely hopeless, not by a long shot. It just
meant that whatever they were going to find was either going to be blatently apparent, or barely determined. She had doubts on the former.
Soren removed a tool from his heavy backpack, and made the adjustments that Lt. Sovereign indicated on the tricorders. "Hmm. The enhancers might magnify normal readings too, won't they, lieutenant? We'll need to watch the readings for relevance. Anyway, all tricorders adjusted within the tolerances the lieutenant has specified."
"That's exactly what I'd hope. It depends on what design the enhancers
use exactly. Not that'll matter too much, they'll improve the tricorders
regardless," she nodded. "As for watching for relevance. It's a tricky
task, and will take some extra time, but it'll be worth it ultimately."
A fluctuation popped up on the tricorder. It was quick, there and gone
within a second. Yrel didn't even have time to react before it was gone,
although she got a faint idea of where it came from. She eased to her
left, near a door labelled "Utility Room" and slowly traced the tricorder
around the edges of the door. Nothing.
Another one appeared on her tricorder and held for second longer than
the last one did. Yrel spun and pointed the device down a long corridor.
She tapped the tricorder a couple times, reading the feedback and shook
her head.
"Whatever's going on down here, it's very active and very elusive," she sighed.
OFF:A joint post by
Isabel kersare
Captain
USS Malinche
Lt. Yrel Sovereign
Chief Science Officer
USS Malinche
and
Chief Warrant Officer Second Class Soren
Boatswain
USS Malinche
NCC-38997-B
<<Hotel>>
<Room 212, 1423, Day 3>
The search of the room was nearing its end, after having scanned every millimeter of it and practically turning it inside and out Mason toured the room making sure nothing was over looked.
=/\=Hunt to Thundera, search of room 212 is near completion. Assemble a security detail and have them beam down to our location=/\=
<Tag Thundera>
He had not heard from Rayne as the two split up, there wasn?t even so much as whisper or footstep. The XO frowned and became worried of the silence putting down a padd containing a simple science report.
Some how even though he couldn?t explain it the lights in the hallway were much more dimmer than before and the air much more hotter. At first Mason thought it was the mere fact of the air conditioning not being on but the monitor on the wall clearly showed that the life support systems were on a low setting.
Taking out his tricorder he interfaced with it adjusting the levels so it wasn?t so uncomfortable. Hunt could hear some moving about in the living area, naturally he grab his phaser and moved in closer.
?Rayne is that you?? replied Hunt.
Still the odd silence filled the air, that all stopped when Hunt stormed the door finding Rayne on the floor scanning under the bed. That brief but fast charge took a lot of wind from him as he held onto the door to regain his strength.
?Ensign, why didn?t you answer me. Find anything??
OFF: Tag Rayne
<Room 212, 1423, Day 3>
The search of the room was nearing its end, after having scanned every millimeter of it and practically turning it inside and out Mason toured the room making sure nothing was over looked.
=/\=Hunt to Thundera, search of room 212 is near completion. Assemble a security detail and have them beam down to our location=/\=
<Tag Thundera>
He had not heard from Rayne as the two split up, there wasn?t even so much as whisper or footstep. The XO frowned and became worried of the silence putting down a padd containing a simple science report.
Some how even though he couldn?t explain it the lights in the hallway were much more dimmer than before and the air much more hotter. At first Mason thought it was the mere fact of the air conditioning not being on but the monitor on the wall clearly showed that the life support systems were on a low setting.
Taking out his tricorder he interfaced with it adjusting the levels so it wasn?t so uncomfortable. Hunt could hear some moving about in the living area, naturally he grab his phaser and moved in closer.
?Rayne is that you?? replied Hunt.
Still the odd silence filled the air, that all stopped when Hunt stormed the door finding Rayne on the floor scanning under the bed. That brief but fast charge took a lot of wind from him as he held onto the door to regain his strength.
?Ensign, why didn?t you answer me. Find anything??
OFF: Tag Rayne
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
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Rayne
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<<Hotel Direidi, Room 212, 1423, Day 3>>
Of all the times this could happen to her It happened now, Sara managed to get herself stuck partly under a bed. She could barely hear anything over the humming of her tri-corder and trying as she hard as she could Sara was unable to get unstuck, making some noise as she did. When Hunt spoke all she heard was her name and a few seconds later she heard the thumping sounds as he stormed the door.
?Ensign, why didn?t you answer me. Find anything??
"Im sorry Sir, I couldn't hear you over this tricorder until you came in and as for finding anything all I found were a few odd readings in the EM band and a new way to get myself stuck. "
OFF: Tag Hunt
<<Hotel Direidi, Room 212, 1423, Day 3>>
Of all the times this could happen to her It happened now, Sara managed to get herself stuck partly under a bed. She could barely hear anything over the humming of her tri-corder and trying as she hard as she could Sara was unable to get unstuck, making some noise as she did. When Hunt spoke all she heard was her name and a few seconds later she heard the thumping sounds as he stormed the door.
?Ensign, why didn?t you answer me. Find anything??
"Im sorry Sir, I couldn't hear you over this tricorder until you came in and as for finding anything all I found were a few odd readings in the EM band and a new way to get myself stuck. "
OFF: Tag Hunt
Ensign Sara Rayne
Acting Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Malinche-B NCC-38897-B
"Beware The Penguins!"
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<<Room 212, 1425, Day 3>>
Mason gazed around the living room making sure there was no one else besides him and Rayne. He then reflected back on what Rayne had said about the odd readings which seemed to be a reoccurrence surrounding the aspects of this mission as he thought to himself.
?Monsters under the bed, Ensign. Come on Thundera?s party should be beaming down shortly.? Said Mason.
The two headed for the main door, just as Hunt was about to open the door he heard what sounded like tiny pecks grazing themselves against the wooden floor. It was like someone or something was either following them or perhaps trying to escape without being seen.
?Hmmm, I think it just our nerves Rayne (Smiling to her).?
The XO opened the door only to find a room attendant trying to make his way into the room.
?Excuse me? I.?
?I am sorry but this room is off limits to all but federation personal. You must leave this area at once.? Replied Mason standing toe to toe with the young man who clearly could have taken him down.
?Very well, I will report this to my superiors.?
The human/rigelian male shoved the first officer out of the way grumbling down the hallway. Seconds later in a gigantic blue beam of light five guards dematerialized just in front of the ice maker machine.
?All right, both of these rooms are off limits. You are not to allow access to anyone but the skipper, myself and Malinche senior staff. Rayne have you examined the tricorder readings you took earlier?? asked Mason sealing the door.
OFF: Tag Rayne
<<Room 212, 1425, Day 3>>
Mason gazed around the living room making sure there was no one else besides him and Rayne. He then reflected back on what Rayne had said about the odd readings which seemed to be a reoccurrence surrounding the aspects of this mission as he thought to himself.
?Monsters under the bed, Ensign. Come on Thundera?s party should be beaming down shortly.? Said Mason.
The two headed for the main door, just as Hunt was about to open the door he heard what sounded like tiny pecks grazing themselves against the wooden floor. It was like someone or something was either following them or perhaps trying to escape without being seen.
?Hmmm, I think it just our nerves Rayne (Smiling to her).?
The XO opened the door only to find a room attendant trying to make his way into the room.
?Excuse me? I.?
?I am sorry but this room is off limits to all but federation personal. You must leave this area at once.? Replied Mason standing toe to toe with the young man who clearly could have taken him down.
?Very well, I will report this to my superiors.?
The human/rigelian male shoved the first officer out of the way grumbling down the hallway. Seconds later in a gigantic blue beam of light five guards dematerialized just in front of the ice maker machine.
?All right, both of these rooms are off limits. You are not to allow access to anyone but the skipper, myself and Malinche senior staff. Rayne have you examined the tricorder readings you took earlier?? asked Mason sealing the door.
OFF: Tag Rayne
Commander Mason Hunt
First Officer
USS Malinche NCC 38897-B
<<Hotel Direidi>>
<Grounds, 1425, Day 3>
Brice looked down at the readings.
"Well?" Amanda asked.
"There appears to be a spike in the EM band, although not by much."
"Which means?" Amanda asked.
Brice could tell that she was getting annoyed.
"Could be anything; except that it shouldn't be part of the normal background noise for a place like this," Brice said, indicating the hotel. "Looks like spike gets a little stronger in this direction."
"That looks like the basement," Amanda said. "Any idea what could have caused this?"
"I don't know," Brice shrugged. "But it shouldn't be there."
"Well I know that," Amanda sighed.
Brice stood up, tapping his combadge. "Thomas to Commander Hunt."
"Go ahead."
"We found a strange spike in the EM band near the basement on the buildings north side."
OFF: Tag Hunt!
<Grounds, 1425, Day 3>
Brice looked down at the readings.
"Well?" Amanda asked.
"There appears to be a spike in the EM band, although not by much."
"Which means?" Amanda asked.
Brice could tell that she was getting annoyed.
"Could be anything; except that it shouldn't be part of the normal background noise for a place like this," Brice said, indicating the hotel. "Looks like spike gets a little stronger in this direction."
"That looks like the basement," Amanda said. "Any idea what could have caused this?"
"I don't know," Brice shrugged. "But it shouldn't be there."
"Well I know that," Amanda sighed.
Brice stood up, tapping his combadge. "Thomas to Commander Hunt."
"Go ahead."
"We found a strange spike in the EM band near the basement on the buildings north side."
OFF: Tag Hunt!
Chief Petty Officer Brice Thomas
Chief of the Boat, Engineer's Mate
USS Malinche NCC-38897-B
<<Room 312>>
<1430, Day 3>
There was nothing that seemed amiss in the room. Looking around, neither Jason nor Tehrane could find anything that struck them as out of place. It was beginning to look like they really were chasing a wild goose.
"We've finished scanning the room," Treharne sighed. "And so far don't have very much to show for our efforts."
"Other then being mildly annoyed," Jason added, as they exited the room. A look around the hallway revealed that nothing out of the ordinary was there either. Heading down the hall they located room 321, openning the door they stepped inside to find the room in excellent condition.
"Nothing here either," Treharne said. "You'd think that we might be able to find some sort of clue...after all people just don't get up and disappear."
"Generally not," Jason said. His tricorder was out and scanning again as both he and Treharne entered the room. Once again there were now abnormal readings, though he did not that a portable terminal had been left on and was sitting on the desk.
"Find something?" Treharne asked as Jason sat down.
"Maybe, let me see if I can access this thing."
Jason typed in a few commands and was rewarded with access to what looked like the hotel's visitor mainframe. Backtracking through the last file selection he found several entries that were inquiring to the hotel's basement, surrounding buildings, and sewer systems.
"Lt. Barrett to Commander Hunt."
"Go ahead."
"I managed to get access to a terminal in one of the rooms, looks like whoever was in here was looking into the basement...accessing information about all sorts of things, including sewer systems and surrounding buildings."
OFF: Tag Hunt.
<1430, Day 3>
There was nothing that seemed amiss in the room. Looking around, neither Jason nor Tehrane could find anything that struck them as out of place. It was beginning to look like they really were chasing a wild goose.
"We've finished scanning the room," Treharne sighed. "And so far don't have very much to show for our efforts."
"Other then being mildly annoyed," Jason added, as they exited the room. A look around the hallway revealed that nothing out of the ordinary was there either. Heading down the hall they located room 321, openning the door they stepped inside to find the room in excellent condition.
"Nothing here either," Treharne said. "You'd think that we might be able to find some sort of clue...after all people just don't get up and disappear."
"Generally not," Jason said. His tricorder was out and scanning again as both he and Treharne entered the room. Once again there were now abnormal readings, though he did not that a portable terminal had been left on and was sitting on the desk.
"Find something?" Treharne asked as Jason sat down.
"Maybe, let me see if I can access this thing."
Jason typed in a few commands and was rewarded with access to what looked like the hotel's visitor mainframe. Backtracking through the last file selection he found several entries that were inquiring to the hotel's basement, surrounding buildings, and sewer systems.
"Lt. Barrett to Commander Hunt."
"Go ahead."
"I managed to get access to a terminal in one of the rooms, looks like whoever was in here was looking into the basement...accessing information about all sorts of things, including sewer systems and surrounding buildings."
OFF: Tag Hunt.
Lieutenant Commander Jason Barrett
Executive Officer
USS Malinche NCC-38997-A