In Heaven There is Chaos

 Episode Name:  In Heaven There is Chaos

   Written By:  Grey

         Cast:  Adansae, Dakin, Dontan Drater, Fenhas Kaball, Green, Grey, Kentash Vender, Matheson, Nabrun, 
                Phipps, Renboch Brynar, Shamash, Tentoz Shalen, Unes Felbryn and Weston.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Sat Nov 12 15:17:22 2005

     Stardate:  55405.1

Time: Fri Nov 11 19:48:22 2005

Stardate: 55403.2

As the Cape Fear cuts through space on approach to Rynka, the outer planets of the system, namely Wurmond, Leamesia, Hodran, Fojolla and Cykmar, all grow in size through the front viewports before passing from sight. The sensor screens are showing some in-system traffic and the Rynka Starbase. Dakin is seated in the command chair, with Green handling tactical, Weston assigned to engineering and Shamash piloting the runabout.

Dakin swivels his chair to face the away team en masse. "I know you all are having that feeling that we're flying in blind. It's a feeling I share. The summons for assistance was low on general intel and nonexistent on threat potential. All we know is murder and sabotage and we're the personnel tasked to look into things. I've got Prophets-honest faith in everyone on this ship, so you need worry about is getting the job done and getting home." He looks to Shamash at that point, "Agrim, ETA till arrival at the mission site?"

Shamash just sideglances on one of the instruments, replying "I am already beginning preparations for the approach sequence, about four more minutes." to Dakin.

. o O Green thinks, "Murder and sabotage. I thought it was going to be something challenging. Oh well."

Green lifts her chin a bit at Dakin's speech, then glances down to her console when a soft light flashes on it. A few touchpads are pressed, then she turns her head slightly toward Dakin. "Commander, we're receiving a hail from a shuttle Bryyn. They want to do a space dock with us and speak with our team, and are waiting for us to enter orbit so they can do so. Didn't come across as a request," she adds.

Nabrun has a chair that's in a nice out of the way spot. She's sitting quietly, hands folded on her lap, seeming relaxed, in an anticipatory manner. The Betazoid attends to Dakin's words attentively, nodding once he's finished.

It isn't often that a mission includes three doctors -- two of them counselors -- and it would likely be unwise to read too much into this, but Adansae appears nervous all the same. She's sitting near Nabrun, but rather than relaxing and listening, she's making a final check of the supplies in her medkit. Which has likely been checked and double-checked already.

Matheson has checked and rechecked his medical kit, making sure that each piece of surgical equipment is in the right place. Now, he tries to relax, and when he's not looking up to see what's going on with the mission, he's playing a chess program on his PADD. After all, the good doctor is so much dead weight during flight operations.

Phipps is seated - quietly. Hands are neatly folded in his lap, and his eyes are even closed. He appears quite sedately calm.

Weston watches his console intently, before he looks up and around at the other present, looking around at the others present rather carefully, and back to his console.

. o O Phipps thinks, "Rather hope this one goes better than the others. Death, explosions, etc are all well and good; but people might start to think I'm cursed."

. o O Phipps feels calmly amused.

. o O Nabrun thinks, "This is a good opportunity to study the Commander's style. Maybe I can pick up some bits and pieces that would help in developing my own."

Dakin exhales. "Well, so much for things being ENTIRELY cordial. Agrim, set us on orbital approach, one-half impulse. Taylor, respond to the Bryyn, notify them we acknowledge and will comply. Also offer beam-over if they'd prefer. I'm sure you've all checked your gear time and again on the trip; any of you haven't I suggest doing so now." He unstraps from the command seat and takes a standing position near Green's position.

GAME: Shamash contests his Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.

Shamash half looks over his shoulder at Green's words, "hm..." then a professional "Dropping out of warp and going to half impulse, aye, going for standard orbital approach." Suddenly the field of stars turns from the usual fast lines associated with warp travel into a more stationary display of stars and the vessel turns the approach vector to take the runabout into orbit.

And the Betazoid goes into checking her gear for the fourth time. Never let it be said that Medical personnel aren't conscientious. She looks between Adansae and Matheson for a moment before asking, quietly, "Are you both ready?" There's a smile on Barana's face as she asks this, and yes, she still seems relaxed.

At Dakin's order, Adansae begins sorting through her medkit once *again* -- then apparently decides that this is getting silly and packs the entire thing away in favor of checking her medical tricorder. And then her PADD. And then she's apparently satisfied that nothing on her person is misplaced or malfunctioning. "Ready," she assures Barana with a faintly anxious smile.

"Aye, sir." More touchpad touching occurs on Tay's part for a moment, before she relays, "They'd still like to dock with us Commander." She adds, "They /are/ being polite about it."

Weston continues keeping his eyes on the console, looking around for a few moments, and then back to the console.

Matheson twists his lip slightly, "Damn. And it was mate in three, too." He flips off the PADD and tucks it into his pocket, then makes another quick check of his medical kit, flips open his triorder, and then replaces it. "Oh, locked and loaded, doctor. If anyone on this mission so much as comes down with a hangnail, they'll be swarmed under by people in blue turtlenecks." He smiles sheepishly and clears his throat.

Phipps draws in a quiet, but lengthy breath, and his eyes open. His phaser is withdrawn, checked over carefully in a slow, methodical sort of way, and then replaced in the holster. Hands settle in his lap neatly again.

As the Cape Fear slips into orbit two things become obvious. First, the Bryyn is on a clear approach vector as it moves into orbit along with the Cape Fear. Secondly, there is some form of installation on the surface of the moon below. There is a center installation with six small satellite locations spread out around it. The Cape Fear slips into synchronous orbit above this installation, clearly no concidence. The Brynn continues to close until its only meters and then feet from the runabout. Another moment later and the clanging of the airlock slipping into place can be heard, a second or two before the airlock light in the rear compartment and on Shamash's console flash from red to green.

Dakin notes the docking alert then again addresses the crew. "Agrim, secure the helm and accompany me to the airlock. Taylor, Barana, you as well. Frank, assume tactical and see if any signs of the sabotage reported can be spotted from orbit." To the three designated as the welcoming committee, he says "Time to greet our guests," prior to making his way aft.

"Expertly done maneuver, we got a secure docking.", Shamash mentions, then nods to Dakins orders, "Very well." he presses the appropriate keys after a last navigational scan, then leaving his seat to join Dakin, making his way aft.

Green nods, giving her board one last swift look as she rises. She glances down to the phaser on her hip, then moves to accompany the Bajoran. "Hopefully these guys aren't the murderer-saboteurs."

Nabrun rolls to her feet, medkit in hand. She gives the other two doctors a reassuring grin, or one that's meant to be, before she moves to follow Dakin. "One could hope," she murmurs in reply to Green.

Adansae remains where she is, doing her best not to appear anxious as the greeting party makes its way off their way out.

. o O Adansae thinks, "I'm sure they'll be fine... nothing will go wrong, or badly... everything will be fine..."

. o O Green thinks, "Wonder if Alek'll get mad at me if I make people bleed in here. Probably not, assuming it doesn't get inside the consoles."

. o O Dakin thinks, "Hence why I want Barana and you alongside, Taylor. Good to know we're on the same page."

Phipps nods, adding a quiet, "Aye, sir," before rising from his seat to switch into the tactical one. Hands slide over the controls without pressing, at first - he smiles very faintly - and then he begins to actually tap at the console, with a rather light touch.

Weston remains in his position, but looks up at where the greeting party leaves the room. and then looking down to the console again.

Matheson pats his kit and then sets it down between his legs as he waits to see what will happen with the 'welcome party'.

GAME: Phipps contests his Shipboard Systems vs Impossible and Fails.

As the airlock opens its not a Rynkan entering, but rather an Andorian. He smiles a feral, toothy smile to the those greeting. "Thank you for coming. I am Consul Atlin, with the Federation Diplomatic Service. I'd like to speak with concerning the mission, if that is acceptable." Behind him a Rynkan and a Human guard enter the runabout.

Dakin tries not to appear astonished at the mostly non-Rynkan boarders. "Of course. Lt. Commander Dakin Rann, Four One Nine Security." Nodding in the direction of each of those present, "Lt. Agrim Shamash, Lt. Taylor Green, and Counselor Barana Nabrun." Back to business, "To be honest, we'd appreciate as much of a briefing as you can offer."

Shamash takes up a position to Dakin's right, just that half step behind him and nods as he is introduced, mumbling the obligatory "Sir" to the dignitary, before stepping back in line. He nods to Dakin, yes. some additional information would be nice.

. o O Nabrun projects, "Check diplomatic credentials?"

Green inclines her head once slightly at the introduction, regarding each of the visitors in a long, studying appraisal.

Nabrun dips her head to the boarders, smiling a bit, though remains silent. She seems relaxed, yet watchful.

. o O Green thinks, "The Commander could ask. I can't."

Atlin gestures out the nearest viewport to the moon based facility. "You are looking at Heavan's Dig, a mining facility built in a surface structure on the moon visible from Rynka, called, not surprisingly, Heavan. Or at least the Rynkan word for Heavan. Heavan's Dig is an attempt to build something which would bring in money from interstaller powers. I have been present here to look into potential Federation interests, and I was the one who requested this team. Several days ago the Site Designer Taliver Dentrose was killed, and the primiary power core for the site sabotaged. The Rynkans have had trouble trying to track down the killer and the sabateour, and, to try and help out Federation interests, I'm hoping you'll be able to assist with the situation."

Dakin nods, taking this all in. "We'll do our best, Consul. What was the cause of Dentrose's death, if I may inquire?" He looks to the rest of the greeting party in silent encouragement to posit their own questions.

. o O Green thinks, "/He/ asked for our assistance?"

Shamash adds his own question "And has the damage to the power core been assesst? Any estimate how long the repair will take, or has nothing been touched yet to allow for our investigation?"

Nabrun continues to study the guests, head tilted slightly to one side. "And might we have access to the autopsy reports, if an autopsy has been performed?"

Matheson continues to sit, removing his PADD from his pocket and this time using it to call up the briefing notes about the planet - well, moon - they are visiting, reviewing them again while he waits for the commander to finish business. As he does, however, he looks up, craning his neck, trying to see what's going on.

Green quirks an eyebrow slightly, glancing toward the Rynkan guard, then back to Atlin, her own questions rapid-fire. "The Rynkans did assent to our assisting them then? In what manner was the core sabotaged? What do they mine here?"

Weston looks at his console, and then around the room again, simply waiting for the moment.

Phipps remains quite quiet - but shakes his head slowly for a moment, as he peers down at his console.

Atlin glances to everyone. "The Rynkans did assent to your assisting them, but beyond that, well you're speaking to a diplomat. "

Dakin smiles somewhat. "Apologies then, Consul, best then that I assemble our team and transport to the facility. I assume the facility has full life support or will we need suits?"

. o O Nabrun thinks, "They sent a diplomat team to talk with us. This is a touch odd."

Nabrun falls silent at the diplomat's words and simply nods.

Green tilts her head slightly as she considers the diplomat's answer, but doesn't speak.

Matheson flips through the briefing notes, barely paying them any attention as he looks up again and again at the gathering near the hatch. Finally, he gives up and puts the PADD away again.

Adansae is still sitting, waiting, looking pensive as the time since the party's departure stretches on.

Weston keeps silent for the moment, most of his attention on the console, as he waits for further instructions.

"They have their own suits if you need to transverse the to the outer dig areas," replies Atlin. "I'm sure you could bring your own, if you are so inclined."

Shamash just locks his hands behind his back, his face stoic calm as he listens to the dialogue between the mission CO and the diplomat, trying to keep calm.

Dakin nods. "Best not to deprive the facility staff in case of an emergency. We'll bring our own." He then looks to Shamash. "Lieutenant, have the away team gear up and stand by for beamdown. Lt. Green, you and I'll crate up the EVA suits for transport." Then to Atlin, "We appreciate all the help you've been, Consul Atlin. We'll do our best to investigate this incident without being too obtrusive."

"Aye, sir," Green says, continuing to watch the visitors.

Atlin nods to Dakin, says, "Thank you, Commander," before he and his group withdraw to their shuttle and close the airlock behind them.

Dakin waits for the airlock to slide shut and then turns to the Counselor. "I hate to be the doubting C.O., Barana, but do we have any hidden intentions in regards to our guests?

Nabrun shakes her head. "No, sir. Not that I was able to tell. Everything was as it should be."

Dakin nods. "There's a comfort. All right, Agrim, get everybody ready for beamdown. Taylor, let's get those suits ready."

"Very well. teams: Lt. Matheson Mr. Weston first please, Mr. Phipps, with Lieutenant Adansae. Lieutenant Nabrun, you are with me.", Shamash teams at least one armed officer with everyone, and picking an unlikely combo for himself. on purpose? "Check your gear and the beam down site. prepare to beam down in the designated teams."

Green turns on her heel to head for the EVA cabinet. She's swift and efficient in getting the suits ready. Maybe she's done this before. Maybe.

Adansae is clearly relieved at the sight of the others -- whole -- and breathes out a quick sigh of relief as she allows herself a smile. At Shamash's order, she rises to her feet and heads to Phipps' side, smile still in place.

Nabrun gives Shamash a briefly surprised look but simply nods. Her equipment gets another check and she's ready to go.

Matheson gets to his feet as his name is called, slinging his medical kit over his shoulder, "Aye, sir." he responds, looking for Weston and moving over towards him.

Weston takes a deep breath as he prepares his equipemnt, before moving over in Matheson's direction. "Aye, sir," he replies, looking around rather quickly as he prepares himself.

. o O Shamash thinks, "Maybe this time i will figure out what is wrong"

Phipps rises from his seat to join Adansae, simply nodding in acknowledgement of Shamash' order.

Dakin is just as efficient in prepping the suits. He says sidelong to Shamash, "Start sending 'em down, Lieutenant." Then, seemingly to the air, "Computer, lock runabout command functions to voice prints of all crew members currently assigned, authorization Dakin-Omega-4-7-2."

. o O Green thinks, "See, now this was bad planning on Agrim's part. The smart thing to do would be to send me in first, but since he's got me apparently paired with the mission leader, that can't happen."

"You heard the commander.", Shamash addresses the first team ushering them onto the transport platform, operating the beamdown controls after the usual checks, repeating the process as needed when the others are ready.

With Dakin's orders the team begins to beam down, first Matheson and Weston, then Adansae and Phipps, then Shamash and Nabrun, then the crates and lastly Dakin and Green. They materialize in the lobby of the facility where one Rynkan is standing and waiting. He remains quiet until the entire team has arrived, before he steps forward. "Welcome to Heavan's Dig. I am Kentash Vender, the security officer here. I understand that you are here to assist in the investigation?" The room is dimly lit, and a circular like hub with several exits.

Dakin nods once after getting his bearings post-beamdown. "We are. I'm Lt. Commander Dakin Rann, head of Station 419's security detail. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He then starts again with the intros. "Science officer Lt. Agrim Shamash, security officers Lt. Taylor Green and Ensign Frank Phipps, engineer Cadet Matthew Weston, Dr. Charles Matheson, and Counselors Barana Nabrun and Raynne Adansae. We were given a cursory briefing by Consul Atlin. How may we be of assistance?"

Shamash nods again as his name is mentioned, but does not move too much from his teammate right now.

Phipps blinks rapidly on arrival, adjusting to the different lighting. He peers around curiously rather than apprehensively, but one hand remains not too far from his weapon all the same. At Dakin's mention of his name, Frank gives a polite tip of his head in the direction of Vender.

Adansae smiles to the Rynkan as she listening closely to his words; even when the others speak, her eyes remain upon their guide as she stands motionless save for a quick nod of her head after she's introduced by Dakin.

Nabrun moves off the transporter pad once she's beamed down and steps to the side, out of the way. She, too, offers the Rynkan a smile and a dip of her head by way of greeting. Then, however, her eyes begin scanning the area, apparently taking note of the exits.

Green steps a bit away from Dakin, pulling out her tricorder for a slow 360-degree scan of the area. A vague nod acknowledges the introduction.

Weston listens quietly, nodding slightly as his own name is mentioned, before he glances around for a few moments.

Matheson stands next to his "partner" as he materializes, shaking his head slightly. After the others arrive, he listens to the conversation between Dakin and the local security man, his eyes taking in the dim surroundings.

Kentash Vender smiles slightly to Dakin, a rather thin smile. "Well, I have been unable to draw any conclusions on the perpetrator of either the murder or the sabotage. I had thought perhaps it would be best for you to begin the investigation yourselves, rather then rely on my notes? I can direct you to the morgue, if you are interested?"

GAME: Kentash Vender is now set IC.

. o O Phipps thinks, "It's dim."

. o O Kentash Vender is clearly wearing a false smile, as he is not happy about the arrival of the Starfleet officers.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy vs Moderate and Succeeds.

. o O Kentash Vender thinks, "I told the director that I could handle it yet, yet still be brings these outsiders here."

. o O Nabrun projects, "Tay, there are about 15 to 20 people here."

GAME: Green contests her Personal Equipment/Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Matheson contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

Dakin gives the room a bit of a once-over, while still maintaining conversation with Vender. "We are indeed, Mr. Vender. Please lead the way." He pauses once in his inspection of the lobby to glance to the others in preparation for their trip to the morgue.

GAME: Phipps contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

"Sir? I would like to inspect the damaged power core.", Shamash offers to Dakin, "I do not feel my presence would be all that useful accompaning you to the morgue."

. o O Green thinks, "18 people. Yep, got 'em."

Green grunts slightly at the end of her scan, and flicks the tricorder off, stowing it. She nods toward Dakin, indicating her readiness to move.

Though she does her best to hide the reaction, Adansae's eyes light up at the mention of the morgue -- it's a place where doctors will be useful, and perhaps only doctors will feel comfortable.

Nabrun looks around for a moment, falling into step near Dakin and Shamash. She glances toward Green, smiling a bit, then her attention turns back toward the Rynkan and the new surroundings.

Matheson clears his throat and focuses his attention back on Dakin, having seen nothing particularly interesting. He folds his hands behind his back, pushing his medical kit to the side. "Right. The morgue."

Weston keeps quiet for the moment, nodding a little as he waits for the group to start moving further.

Kentash Vender looks to Shamash, then back to Dakin, the brown skin of his face and the blue stripes on it shifting slightly as his head tilts and eyebrows raise. Clearly, he waits on an answer to Shamash's question.

Dakin looks to Shamash, "Ideally, I'd agree, Lieutenant, but I think it best to keep the team together so we all know what we're doing before we set to our individual tasks." He turns to their Rynkan host. "Mr. Vender, if you'd care to show us the morgue?"

Shamash nods and just falls in with Dakin, offering a short "Very well." Not being a medical expert, he seeks out bits and pieces where he can occupy his eyes with, taking to one of the more favorite pasttimes of Science Officers federation wide, taking out a tricorder and take some sensor readings.

Kentash Vender nods to the team, and then turns and heads towards one of the exits, hands clasped behind his back as they walk. They pass through several hallways, all dimly lit, before Vender opens a heavy door and leads the team into the room beyond. Its not really a morgue, but clearly an office converted into a morgue by the addition of several cooling systems. The room is quite cold as a result, and Vender's breath makes vapors. A Rynkan lays on a sheet covered desk, covered by his own sheet.

Dakin exhales a wisp of condensation then looks to Matheson. "Doctor, I believe this would be your line of expertise. Ensign Adansae, please assist." He then looks to Vender, pointing to the wall terminals lining the room. "Mr. Vender, are these terminals something my people could use to survey the damage to your power core while Dr. Matheson examines the victim?"

Shamash looks around the 'morgue' forcing himself not to react at all to the dead body. Though his makes him look cool and distant as he concentrates his attentions on his little trusty tricorder.

Green settles back against the wall near the door, pretty much staying out of the medics' way as she observes.

Adansae shivers at the room's chill and wraps her arms about herself, but quickens her steps to reach Nabrun's side as directed.

Matheson nods and unslings his medical kit as he walks towards the body. He opens the kit and puts it next to the corpse's head. "I'll see what I can find out, sir." He pulls his tricorder, and activates it, but mutters, "These aren't terribly accurate with dead people, so we may have to take a closer look..." Still, he does a scan.

Nabrun takes up a position where she can see both the door and the action on the table. Her medkit is near by and she seems relaxed, yet alert.

Phipps silently takes up a position on the opposite side of the door to Green, pointedly ignoring the apparent corpse. Well, except a brief glance.

. o O Phipps thinks, "Dim -and- cold. This'd make a dandy vacation spot."

Weston also stays off to the side and staying there for now, keeping out of the way until he's needed.

Kentash Vender nods to Dakin and gestures to the consoles. "Please, feel free to use them. I'm not sure what all you can access, however."

GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

. o O Kentash Vender continues to remain disgruntled.

Shamash nods to Kentash and thanks him, proceeding to one of the terminals and just checking what he can find out.

Adansae takes out her own medical tricorder to do a double-check of Matheson's findings. "It depends upon how long he's been dead," she murmurs to the other doctor.

Matheson purses his lips as he engages the scan. "Well. He's dead." comes the deadpan remark. The scanner moves closer near the throat, "It looks like some sort of anephalaxis closed the throat..." He continues the scan, "It could be an allergic reaction. Doctor..." he says, to Ada, "Would you like to give me a hand. Let's see if we can't figure out what triggered the fatal reaction."

GAME: Adansae contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Kentash Vender remains standing quietly by the door, simply watching the team.

"Sudden submersion in cold water could have the same effect," Adansae notes while frowning at her readings. "As could a number of poisons." She sets aside her tricorder in favor of a closer inspection of the corpse, presumably in search of puncture marks or anything else out of place.

. o O Tentoz Shalen is actually afraid, significantly afraid.

. o O Tentoz Shalen thinks, "After the deaths, why can't we just leave? Why do they want us here?"

GAME: Adansae spends a courage point.

GAME: Adansae contests her Search vs Challenging and Fails.

"Mr. Weston. You are assigned to Operations. See what you can find from the stations manifest. I am looking for material that can be combined into makeshift weapons without having to rely on phasers et cetera. See if you find material checked out before the damage to the power core." Look around "Tay? If you got some idle time? Can you do the same check with the armor inventory? See if anything is missing, or energy pack discharged around the attack.. et cetera?" Shamash looks to Nabrun next, thinking whether or not to ask her something.

Green looks toward Vender. "What were the circumstances surrounding this man's death?" she inquires quietly. "Where was he found? Who found him? Or did he collapse in full view of someone? Had he indicated feeling ill or the like before he died?" She looks over at Shamash, and nods, moving to work at a terminal.

Nabrun's brow furrows slightly at something and her head tilts very slightly to one side. "Was this man the only one to suffer any manner of injury?" she asks quietly, looking to Kentash. She turns to look at the Rynkan, not noticing the look on Shamash' face.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

"Aye, sir," Weston replies as he hears the instructions, and moves over to one of the terminals, trying to find out any of the requested information. Working patiently and carefully.

. o O Green thinks, "Anaphylactic shock? Why do they think he was murdered, I wonder."

Matheson looks up, then back down at his tricorder, "Doctor, here, take a look at this. There's a compound in his blood that I can't recognize. The cause of the reaction, perhaps?" He traces his finger along the results, trying to figure out what exactly they might mean. "Thoughts?"

Kentash Vender looks to Green and shrugs. "He didn't complain to anyone that we know of. He dropped dead an hour after lunch break, in the middle of directing the final work on one of the mining shafts." As for Nabrun, while he apparently missed the question while answering Green's.

Dakin frowns after hearing Shalen's account. "What exactly did he eat for lunch, I wonder? Doctor, could this have been brought about by food intake?" The wheels, they are a-spinnin'.

GAME: Weston contests his Material Engineering vs Moderate and Automatically Fails.

GAME: Green contests her Computer/Research vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Adansae shifts her attention from her search of the corpse's skin to Matheson's findings, which she studies intently. "I don't recognize it either," she admits, picking up her medical tricorder again. "Although I still suspect poison." At the mention by Kentash Vendor of 'after lunch', she looks back to Matheson with a single nod.

Nabrun takes a step or two toward Vender, smiling a bit. "My apologies, Sir," she says quietly. "I was wondering if this was the only death or injury?"

GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.

GAME: Adansae spends a courage point.

GAME: Matheson contests his Medical Sciences/Toxicology+A vs Difficult and Succeeds.

GAME: Adansae contests her Medical Sciences+A vs Difficult and Succeeds.

Green comments idly without looking up from the terminal she's working on, "Severe anaphylactic reaction to food wouldn't take an hour to ensue. It's generally a more or less immediate thing. Lieutenant," she calls toward Shamash, "The armory appears secure. Weapon checkouts only by the two security officers here, and at the moment, only one, by the one on duty." She looks up at Shamash now, hesitantly. "Not sure what you want me looking for, regarding an energy pack?"

Matheson looks down at the tricorder, then up across the body at Adansae. He taps a few keys, and says, "Sultenazone?" with an arched eyebrow. He then turns to the rest of the party, and says, to the Commander, "Sir, this man has been poisoned. Sultenazone. A very rare poison. Hard to find, and can be combined with food and drink to create this reaction."

GAME: Weston contests his Administration vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Weston continues working for a little while, before he looks over in Shamash's direction, "Well, sir. I'm not sure exactly what that could be used to make some kind of weapon, aside from the ordinary blunt ones, that is. But some of those supplies checked out could be used for those kinds of weapons."

Kentash Vender turns to Nabrun then and shakes his head. "No, this is the third death now. The other two have already been taken back to Rynka."

Dakin frowns. "Same cause of death or different means?"

. o O Renboch Brynar thinks, "I need to collect that canister, again."

Shamash mentions to Green. "One of the prime methods to destabilize a power core is to add a different power source. An energy pack would have been a good transport medium. it would have been returned empty for no apparent reason. But if tha armory checks out okay, that would be a cold lead. Thank you." Turn to Weston. "Elaborate please, Mr. Weston. What did you find?"

GAME: Shamash has the merit of Mathematical Ability at 3.

GAME: Shamash contests his Computer/Research+A vs Difficult and Marginally Succeeds.

Nabrun keeps her focus on Vender, the same professional smile in place. "Thank you," she says quietly. "In what period of time did the deaths take place? May we have a few more details regarding cause and times, should you have them?" She then nods to Dakin, smiling a bit.

Matheson flips his tricorder closed, and puts it down on the table. He worries his lower lip, but remains silent.

"Sultenazone explains all of his symptoms," Adansae concurs to Matheson with a sympathetic glance towards the victim. "Including his sudden death."

Green gives Shamash a bit of an odd look. "Weapons are hardly the only thing that use power packs, Lieutenant." She turns a bit, listening to the questions and answers. "What's the source of sultenazone, Doctor Matheson? Any groups in particular fond of using it?"

"Well, sir," Weston begins, "It would depend on the kind of weapon you were looking for. I don't know that much about what one would need to use for an energy weapon, but it seems that at least quite a few of the supplies that has been used could be used for some kind of blunt melee weapon."

Kentash Vender looks to Nabrun and Dakin and then gestures to the body. "They died, as far as we could tell, the same way that he did. Just dropped dead while working on the mine shafts, one two weeks ago and one a week before that." He smiles faintly. "I really don't have more details however. I would have called the first one a death of natural causes except for the fact two more have occurred since."

GAME: Adansae contests her Computer vs Moderate and Fails.

. o O Green thinks, "That explains why they figured murder. Hmmmmmm. Still can't assume it though, unless the poison doesn't occur naturally."

GAME: Matheson spends a courage point.

GAME: Matheson contests his Computer+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Dakin nods once, the wheels turning once again. "Mr. Vender, I presume the staff here takes their meals in an on-site cafeteria. If so, we'll need to inspect your foodstuffs, specific to whatever lunch was being served on the days of the three deaths. And, assuming your cafeteria isn't automated, we'll need a listing of your dietary staff in order to run background checks."

Shamash nods to Weston again, having to absorb that data, to Green he mentions "A weapons pack is more concentrated, if you want, i can demonstrate this when we are back home but.. later." he peers at the data "From what i can access, it was not the core anyway, but the control circuits that were sabotaged."

Adansae tip-tap-types into her PADD while listening to the conversations taking place around her; perhaps her inability to focus partially accounts for her frustrated expression. "I'm not finding anything," she admits to Matheson, her voice low. "You?"

. o O Nabrun projects, "Keep your eye out for a canister."

. o O Green thinks, "Say again?"

. o O Nabrun projects, "Canister. Watch for one."

GAME: Nabrun contests her Computer/Research vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.

. o O Dontan Drater thinks, "I wonder how soon I'll have to do that again. I really hate when I get those orders."

Weston nods, and listens quietly for the moment, waiting for the next piece of instructions.

Matheson glances at Green over his shoulder and shrugs, pulling out his PADD, "I don't know. I'll see if I can't find the answer..." he turns the device on and begins to search. He nods once, "Yes, here it is." He purses his lips, then explains, "It's a binary poison. It needs to be introduced into the victim and then they have to eat one of the foods or liquids that triggers the reaction. I have a list of the substanes..." He shakes his head, "It's not popular at all."

Nabrun taps at her PADD for a moment or two, then calls over toward Matheson and Ada, "It's a reactionary poison. First it has to be injected or consumed, then the second agent, a food or drink with a certain chemical, has to be introduced. So the poison could be in their system for awhile. However, it remains dormant, I think, until the second component is present. Given that it seems each of these has died a week apart, we might want to look at what foods and drinks were served on the day each person died. There may be a pattern."

Green's brow furrows a bit in thought. "Even spacing between those deaths? Same day of the week, same time?" She looks directly at Vender. "Were the other two victims important to the project? General workers? Working in the same part of the mines when they died?" She glances briefly toward Nabrun, then to Matheson, then to Vender again. "Steady cafeteria schedule? Any particular food served the same day of the week, every week?"

. o O Green gets a little frustrated.

. o O Green thinks, "Sorry, Barana, not getting the message intact."

. o O Nabrun projects, "Canister, Tay. Look for a canister."

Kentash Vender turns to Dakin to begin answering him. "The food stuffs are delivered every two days. There is no way for you to access what was eaten that day." A glance to the dead man. "Well, I suppose there is one way. You can access the information on the cooks from the computer system, if you wish." He turns to Green. "I'm sorry young lady, I can only answer so many questions at a time. As for the last few, there is no steady schedule, but the variety is quite lacking here."

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Challenging and Fails.

. o O Tentoz Shalen thinks, "What will I tell my Pride? I died while moving dirt?"

. o O Tentoz Shalen continues to quake with internal fear, apparently lacking anything resembling a back bone.

Dakin nods once to Vender. "Lt. Green, check the facility's dietary records and cross-reference with the day of each death." He looks over to Nabrun with a nod of appreciation, then looks to Matheson and Adansae. "Is there any way to determine what food or drink contained either component to the toxin?"

Matheson picks up his tricorder and walks to the corpse's midsection. He scans it, and grunts, "Damnit. I can't get a clear reading on his stomach contents. Though it all appears to be tasty." There is a heavy degree of sarcasm in his voice. He looks between Adansae and Nabrun, and says, 'Doctors, if either of you can give me a hand here, maybe we can figure out what food triggered his reaction."

GAME: Adansae contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Challenging and Fails.

Shamash saunters over to Dakin. "One theory i have is, that the power core was not sabotaged at all, but since the operator is one of the victims, the core's maintenance was done errorous which caused the failure. I will need to check this further though."

"So it works like a time bomb," Adansae muses as she works over her PADD. "Laying in wait in their bloodstream until a second agent is introduced... which makes me wonder how many others are infected with the poison, and could be killed by the wrong order from a replicators." She pauses at Matheson's words, then gives him a wry smile when her readings fare no better. "We might have to do this the old-fashioned way."

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Green contests her Computer/Research+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

Green lifts an eyebrow, and quickly turns back to the terminal at which she was working before, tapping quickly. "Already on it, Commander. And they don't have replicators, Counselor. I'd say," she comments as she works, her speech rapid, "We should look around for a canister of this poison. Can we have the shuttle scan the site for it? Mister Vender, as to my other questions...?" Her other eyebrow goes up. "Nothing coming through on the menus, Commander. All I've found so far is that all three of the... victims were out working on the satellite shafts when they died." A quick glance to the medics. "Do your files indicate what consumables set off this poison?"

Kentash Vender returns to Green again. "Young lady, had I heard them I would have answered them. Prehaps you could repeat them. Maybe limit them to five a time, hmm? That way I can answer them."

. o O Green thinks, "If he calls me 'young lady' one more time, I am going to steal one of Barana's protoplasers and stick it somewhere he won't like. Sideways."

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Computer/Research+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

Dakin nods and takes all this in. "Dr. Matheson, could one or the other of the components be airborne? You said it could be injected or consumed, but what about inhaled? Mr. Weston, check the schematics of the satellite shafts, check any ventilation system or machinery exhaust."

. o O Fenhas Kaball thinks, "I wonder when my next shift on the decontaminators will be?"

Shamash ponders something, then takes out his tricorder, getting to work. He des not say what he does.. just following a hunch maybe.

Nabrun's lips purse slightly and she nods to Matheson. "I'm having trouble pulling up the information I need," she murmurs. "I'm trying to cross-check what they'd likely have on the station with the known agents," she tells the pair of doctors quietly. "And having very little luck."

Matheson looks to Dakin and shrugs, pulling out his PADD again, "I don't know, sir. We have none of the information on that. I can try to find out, but I don't know how it will turn out." He begins to work on the problem.

Green closes her eyes briefly, and straightens to turn and look at Vender. "Were the other two victims important to the project? General workers? Is there any reason someone might want to shut this site down?" She looks towad Dakin. "About scanning for that poison...?"

"Perhaps," Adansae suggests while frowning and working with her PADD, "it would be helpful if someone went to test the blood of the other workers for the presence of the poison. They should be advised not to eat or drink anything until we find out what the reactive agent is."

GAME: Nabrun contests her Computer/Research+A vs Moderate and Fails.

Weston listens carefully to what's being said now, in case he should be able to come up with some kind of new thought input here.

GAME: Adansae contests her Computer vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

Kentash Vender smiles sweetly to Green. "The other two victims were not important to the project, no. One was a government advisor and the other was a general worker who helped out all over the project. For the shutting the site down, talk with Tierrans. They wouldn't want us to make money here."

. o O Kentash Vender thinks, "Silly little upstart pup. Learn respect for your superiors before I smack it into you. I don't even want you here."

. o O Kentash Vender is clearly annoyed at the give and go.

Dakin looks to Green and nods once. "Do it." He then looks to Weston. "Cadet, those schematics, please?" Then to Vender, "Mr. Vender, were autopsies done on either of the other two victims? If so, I'm sure my people would be interested in reviewing and comparing the results?"

Shamash opened his mouth to address a question to Vender, but as Dakin continues his interrogation, he lapses back into silence, trying to make this work with the tricorder instead"

. o O Unes Felbryn thinks, "I hate these things. Always digging into my face and always getting clogged. I sure hope the next load are better quality."

Green nods once, slowly. "Thank you, Mister Vender." With a nod to Dakin, she takes a few steps off to communicate with the runabout via her tricorder, relaying the scan order.

"I can't find anything about whether the substance could be airborn." Matheson remarks, tapping away on his PADD. He turns and arches an eyebrow as the autopsy reports are mentioned, but then looks at the other two doctors and asks, "Do either of you see anything?"

Nabrun cants her head slightly toward Dakin, tapping at her PADD, then looks to Adansae and Matheson. "If you would, keep working on this," she murmurs. "I'm getting nothing." Then she moves back toward Vender and Dakin, offering the former a respectful dip of her head and a bit of a smile. "Pardon me, Sirs," she says quietly. "At this point, I think we should do as Dr. Adansae suggested and bring those working through here to check for the poison, lest there be another death, inadvertantly. That also gives us the opportunity to speak with people, at least briefly, to perhaps see if someone saw something. The autopsy reports on the other two will be useful once we've accomplished that task.

. o O Matheson thinks, "Autopsy reports, eh? I'm sure those will be /oh/ /so/ /useful/, since they attributed the first death to natural causes and had no idea about poison."

Adansae shakes her head to Matheson's question, then looks to Nabrun as the counselor speaks. She brightens a little at the mention of her suggestion, then quickly bows her head and gets back to work with her research.

GAME: Weston contests his Computer vs Routine and Fails.

GAME: Adansae contests her Computer vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Green contests her Shipboard Systems vs Impossible and Marginally Fails.

Weston nods a bit, as he hears Dakin's words, and turns back to the computer terminal, working carefully for a few moments. After a few moments, he nods, "Got the schematics up now, sir," he replies, turning to look back to the mentioned schematics, rather carefully.

Kentash Vender turns to Nabrun, frowning. "I think not. You would disturb the work. If the poison is generally spread then would I not have been exposed to it? Test me to start with and maybe I can bring a person or two in when they are on break."

. o O Green thinks, "Oh, of course. It's okay for more people to die, as long as the work isn't disturbed! *snort*"

Dakin nods between Nabrun and Vender. "Seems like a reasonable compromise. Dr. Matheson, would you scan Mr. Vender for any traces of sultenazone components in his system?"

Shamash looks up from his Tricorder and over to Dakin again "I am not getting anywhere with the Tricorder. Permission to beam up to facilitte the runabouts scanners directly?"

Nabrun bows her head slightly at Vender, as if acquiescing. After tapping at her PADD for a second, she holds it out toward Dakin with one hand, while reaching for her medical tricorder. "As you wish, Sir," she says quietly to Vender. "Of course, it will slow things down considerably to do it this way." As Matheson is called over she simply steps back, though her PADD is still held out for Dakin, her tricorder remains in her hand. As if a thought strikes her, she looks to Vender again. "Sir, can you think of any link between the three dead men, other than the obvious, or, perhaps, why someone would want them dead?"

"Ahhh," Adansae exclaims at last, passing her PADD over to Matheson with a bare trace of eagerness in the motion. "We've been looking in the wrong place, sir. The trigger wasn't ingested; it was inhaled. Take a look at the scans of his lungs."

Green looks up briefly toward Vender. She just... looks at him, then glances at Dakin when the Commander speaks, and goes back to her work. "Sir, there are traces of the poison on the surface of the moon, but we can't pin it down to a specific location." She pauses. "On the surface. Hmmmm." She straightens abruptly, swinging around to peer at Adansae.

Matheson is pulled in two directions at once. He looks to Adansae and nods, but glances only briefly at her results before he turns with an "Aye, sir." to conduct the ordered scans. His tricorder is flipped open.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Routine and Succeeds.

Kentash Vender shakes his head to Nabrun's question. "No, no link. I tried that angle."

Dakin nods once to Shamash as he takes the PADD from Nabrun and glances over it. "Go ahead, Lieutenant. Prophets-speed." Dakin removes his own tricorder after handing Nabrun back his PADD, then flips it open to do a scan of his own.

Shamash nods. "Thank you, Commander." he taps his combadge "Lt. Shamash to Cape Fear computer. one to beam up." then he is gone in the usual blue flash of light.

GAME: Dakin spends a courage point.

GAME: Dakin contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Impossible and Fails.

Matheson shakes his head as he finishes the scan of Vender, "No, you're in perfect health. No sign of the poison."

GAME: Nabrun contests her Search vs Moderate and Succeeds.

. o O Dakin thinks, "Barana, I'm not so good at doing the broadcasting thoughts thing, but if you pick this up, there are canisters EVERYWHERE in this facility."

Nabrun looks around for a moment, eyes taking in the room. She nods, as if confirming her own suspicions, and her lips thin slightly in consideration.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Intellect/Logic vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Adansae contests her Intellect/Logic vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Green contests her Intellect/Logic vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Weston contests his Intellect/Logic vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Matheson contests his Intellect/Logic vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Dakin contests his Intellect/Logic vs Challenging and Succeeds.

Kentash Vender nods to Matheson. "Thank you, but I suspected a much. Otherwise I would probably be dead."

Dakin frowns. "I think we've learned all we're going to from the victim's remains. Mr. Vender, could you take us to where the victim died? The satellite shaft?"

Nabrun nods in agreement with Dakin's words. "And let us know, Sir, where the other two deaths took place in relation to where this victim was found, please?"

Weston listens to what's being said, looking between the others for a few moments now.

Green looks toward Dakin, then to Vender, and nods. "Or give us the coordinates? We can transport there. Save time and all."

. o O Green thinks, "Okay, so maybe he doesn't have the poison in his system. Maybe. Either way, I'm gonna feel really lousy if he starts choking to death on us."

Kentash Vender chuckles softly when Green speaks, before turning a sneer to her. "Sure. If you have a suicide wish, young lady. We don't have atmosphere in the outbuildings yet, so you'll need to wear a suit out there." He turns to Nabrun then and says, "They each died in a different outbuilding." With that he turns and begins to led the team out of the cold room and to another location in the facility.

. o O Green squelches annoyance. "Officious jerk."

Dakin nods as he follows Vender wherever it is he's leading them. "We brought suits for just such a necessity, Mr. Vender."

Adansae follows Kentash Vender along with the others, looking a bit unsettled by the man's comments and general attitude. She glances towards Nabrun to see if she can read anything from the Betazoid's expression.

Nabrun seems relaxed, expression neutral as she walks along. A small, reassuring smile is sent the way of the junior counselor.

Green moves to fall in with the rest of the team. "And they're of excellent quality," she remarks mildly.

. o O Dakin thinks, "Prophets guide me... that's it!"

Weston moves over to follow after the others, glancing around for a few quick moments.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Intellect/Logic vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Adansae contests her Intellect/Logic vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Weston contests his Intellect/Logic vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Dakin contests his Intellect/Logic vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Matheson contests his Intellect/Logic vs Routine and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Green contests her Intellect/Logic vs Routine and Fails.

"I see," replies the Rynkan, ignoring Green and turning to Dakin. "Lead on then and we can get you suited up."

Dakin blinks as soon as Vender speaks. "Wait a minute. All the victims were on the satellite shafts, meaning they'd have to be suited-up when they died. Yes, Mr. Vender, we would like you to show us to where you store your suits." He looks knowingly to the rest of the away team. "But not necessarily to put them on."

. o O Kentash Vender thinks, "That girl is rather annoying. I wonder if she can dress herself. I wish Starfleet would stay out of my business."

Nabrun flashes Dakin a brief grin and dips her head. Apparently she came to a similar conclusion as well. Vender's back, however, is given a closer scrutiny.

. o O Green thinks, "Okay, it's official. I don't like this guy."

Adansae blinks at Dakin's words, then nods her agreement with his assessment. "Of course," she mutters to herself.

Weston pauses for a few moments, before he nods a little as he hears Dakin's words, nodding rather quickly as he hears that.

Green simply quirks a brow. Following along, she catches Nabrun's look and lets her gaze follow the Counselor's.

. o O Green thinks, "Now what are you p to, Barana?"

Matheson's own nod follows only a few seconds after the others, but then he stops himself, looking away. He worries his lower lip again, silently following towards the location of the suits.

Kentash Vender nods to Dakin, shaking his head a little. "Very well," he says, before adjusting direction. It takes less than a minute to reach their destination. Its a room with a good thirty of the suits. Twenty of them have name tags attached.

. o O Kentash Vender is a little nervous, and a little confused.

. o O Kentash Vender thinks, "What are they doing in here?"

Dakin looks to the away team once they arrive in the EVA suit storage area. "Tricorders, everyone, scan every atmo-tank. Scan for the poison, link to Matheson's tricorder if you need the composition." He takes out his own tricorder to join in the search. "And if you find anything, most of these suits are name-tagged. I want to know who the next intended victims were."

GAME: Adansae spends a courage point.

GAME: Adansae contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Green contests her Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Dramatically Fails.

GAME: Dakin contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Weston contests his Personal Equipment vs Moderate and Automatically Fails.

. o O Nabrun projects, "He's suspect. Suspect, Tay. He's Suspect."

Adansae already has her medical tricorder out as the group enters the storage room. She begins at one end of the suits, scanning each in turn down the line. With each that she inspects, she gives a little shake of her head.

Nabrun pulls her tricorder out and begins scanning, head shaking slightly. She pauses, at one point, to glance surreptitiously at Vender.

. o O Dakin thinks, "Barana, you sensing something wrong with our host? You've been giving him the evil eye almost since we got here."

Weston pulls out his own tricorder, and attempts scanning one of the suits, but looks a little distracted after a few moments, and shakes his head a little, looking around the room, as if looking for something. When he sees what he's looking for, one of those computer consoles, he looks over at Vender, for a few moments, "May I borrow that console for a few moments?" he asks, as he seems to have made up his mind about something.

Matheson scans suits, and then stops suddenly. He pushes the suit aside and then scans a small container attached to the suit. "Bloody /hell!/" he says rather unprofessionally. "Commander, over here!" he calls. Then he looks at the name on the suit, and finds it to be Vender's.

. o O Green thinks, "Message received."

"Aye, sir." Tay moves forward to make with the scanning. And, after a moment, she blinks at the tricorder's screen. For a second, she pauses, then, "Oh, lovely," she mutters, and looks toward Dakin. "Tricorder's shot."

Kentash Vender frowns as Matheson pulls something from his locker. "Hey, that is my property. Put that back." A look at the team. "I believe that its time for you to leave. Now."

GAME: Adansae contests her Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Weston contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Green contests her Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Dakin contests his Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.

. o O Green thinks, "That explains why he's been so very unuseful in answering questions."

Dakin blinks as Matheson calls out to him and moves towards him. "What d'you have there, Doctor?" At Vender's outburst, he frowns towards him, hand drifting towards the phaser on his hip. "Seem awfully anxious to be rid of us all of a sudden, Mr. Vender."

Adansae doesn't seem surprised at Kentash's reaction; one brow arches up as she listens to his sudden change of tone. "Lieutenant Green," she calls with a quick, pointed glance from Kentash to the exit.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Athletics vs Moderate and Fails.

Green drops her busted tricorder with no ceremony, her hand going for her own phaser. "He's making a break for it, Commander." She doesn't acknowledge Adansae's call, her attention on the Rynkan.

Matheson lifts up a small, three inch cylinder, "The triggering agent of the poison, sir." His tone is now deadly serious.

Weston looks over at Vender, shaking his head as he steps a bit in the direction of said exit as well. "This seems to be one of the classic reactions, doesn't it?" he comments, before he looks over to that console again, quickly. And then back to Vender.

Nabrun dips her head toward Dakin in a nod for some reason, but her attention is then caught by Adansae's words first, then Green and Matheson, looking briefly confused.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Dakin spends a courage point.

GAME: Dakin contests his Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Kentash Vender's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

GAME: Green contests her Coordination/dexterity & Energy Weapon/phaser vs Kentash Vender's Coordination/reaction & Dodge and Succeeds.

Kentash Vender doesn't say another thing, turning and bolting for the open doorway he was edging towards. Two separate phaser blasts catch him in the back, sending him sprawling onto his face motionless and quiet.

Dakin lifts his weapon to ready position post firing. "Taylor, search and secure the prisoner. Dr. Matheson, if you have anything in your kit suitable as an evidence container, bag the cylinder." He then holsters his weapon, then taps his commbadge. "Dakin to Cape Fear. Agrim, notify Consul Atlin that we have the murderer-slash-saboteur in custody. We'll be calling for evac after we finish processing the scene. Dakin out." He looks around the room. "Nice work, everyone."

Nabrun seems to be about two seconds behind everyone else, mentally. Oh, look, two people just drew phasers and shot. The host is laying on the ground. Hmmm. Her mind catches up after a moment and she starts toward the prone figure, tricorder out - but she's not using it yet. She gets to within a foot or so of the Rynkan and looks to Tay, waiting for the all clear. "Once you've got him secured, I'll scan," she tells Green quietly.

Adansae eyes the fallen body of Vender, but doesn't approach. Instead, she moves out of the way and waits for the others to carry out Dakin's orders.

Green moves swiftly, her phaser still in her hand and at the ready. "Aye, Commander." And all this time, her expression has maintained its neutrality, as it does now when she kneels beside Vender to obey Dakin's order. No satisfaction. No anger. No... anything, reflected in her eyes. "Sure, Barana." Which doesn't stop her from doing the usual pat-down.

Matheson finds something suitable - a specimen bag of some kind - and puts the container in it before stowing it away. He slings his kit over his shoulder and walks over next to Nabrun, though he seems completely willing to let her treat them man, "I wonder why he did it?" the doctor asks curiously.

GAME: Green contests her Search vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Weston spends a courage point.

GAME: Weston contests his Computer vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Impossible and Fails.

GAME: Matheson contests his Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

Dakin shakes his head. "Who can say. Teirian sympathizer, corporate espionage, just a mad-on for the world at large." He kneels down to examine Vender's prone form as Nabrun and Green administer to him. "Taylor, Barana, anything else we need to worry about on his person?"

Nabrun pulls her tricorder out at the ready and starts to scan, nose crinkling just a little. "Not...that I can tell," she murmurs. "Charles? Are you getting anything?" Her voice is quiet as she works.

Green's hand pauses, then burrows beneath Vender's clothing, and she delicately withdraws a rather large knife by the tip of its blade. "My, my, my. Such toys does Mister Vender play with." And her eyes are hard, as she sets it aside. "Bag that please, someone." She continues her search of the man, and then her hand repeats its former action. She kneels back, twirling an object thoughtfully in her hand. Metallic, about the size of a tricorder, with a few buttons. "Now what the hell is this?"

Weston moves over to the computer-console, and starts tapping on it rather carefully for a few moments. "Aha..." he mutters to himself, before he turns in Dakin's direction. "It seems that the only two people with enough technical knowledge of the suits to be able to get the things into the suits was our friend down there," he gestures to Vender, "and our dead friend, sir."

With the others engaged in various activities, Adansae moves forward to bag the knife Green found in Vender's clothing. She makes a face as she seals the evidence and tucks it away inside her medical kit.

Matheson drops down to one knee and scans the fallen Rynkan. But then his eyes narrow as Green removes the metallic device. He shakes his head, "This isn't a Rynkan at all. He's a Tierran." Enemies of the Rynkans. "That device must alter his lifesigns somehow to allow him to pass as a different species." A pause. "/Very/ peculiar."

Dakin blinks at Matheson's proclamation. "That explains part of it. But our victim's a co-conspirator? That puts a new spin on things." He looks over to Weston. "Nice research job, Cadet. While you're on a roll, find someone in overall charge of this place and let them know their head of security's going to be calling in sick for a few decades." To Matheson, "Just to make sure all the i's and t's are dotted and crossed, you might want to check our victim to make sure he's not Teirian also." To the room at large, "Once we have Vender bound over to local authorities, we'll make our exit. Nicely done, all of you."

"And rather clever," Adansae adds to Matheson's observation, frowning. "Hopefully, we'll get a chance to study it when we get back to the station." She falls silent as Dakin speaks, listening attentively.

Nabrun studies the downed man as Dakin speaks and simply shakes her head slightly. After a moment, she gives Matheson and Adansae both a warm smile, then steps back, out of the way. Someone is thinking over quite a bit.

Green looks toward Matheson, then grunts as she rises and offers the device to Adansae for further bagging. She glances toward Dakin, then back down to the stunned man.

"Yes, sir," Weston replies, as he turns back to the screen to find out the right information.

Matheson gets to his feet, "Aye, sir." He flips closed the tricorder, then says, 'I would suspect that the other fellow was killed because he was the only other one on the station who could have figured out the suit trick. But I will give him a thorough going-over before we send him home." He shakes his head, "And he would have gotten away with it, too..."

. o O Green thinks, "Co-conspirator? Commander, sometimes I wish I were Betazoid. This is one of those times."

In this case, it really is as easy at that. The work is done and now its just about finishing up the investigation. Soon enough the criminal and the evidence are handed over to the other security officer and the team is back aboard the Cape Fear, with thanks from FDS Consul Atlin, and headed home.