A Mission Post by Commander Zivit Agron & Lieutenant Mitsue Desai
Mission: Coil of Darkness
Location: Conference Room, USS Crazy Horse
Timeline:
"This is a spectacularly convoluted web, Commander." was stated rather bluntly, breaking through the general tense murmuring of the gathered senior staff and investigative teams.
While the Security officer's tone was professionally droll, there was no denying the faint lines of worry that creased the Orion woman's pale green features. Lieutenant Batul was one of the few who remained that was somewhat familiar to Agron, known for her sometimes curious ability to gather more information than would typically be expected to be available. It was not the first time Zivit had been given reason to contemplate the Orion's former occupation. Kishar had proven a consistently useful tool up until this point, however, earning at least some reprieve of interest.
"We have found where the trail of typical progression goes cold," Batul continued, "Which is almost as telling as anything. We have thus far been unable to ascertain where it begins again through the piles of bureaucratic tape and dissembling on the behalf of most the station's upper echelon. Even before the happenings planetside, though it has gotten notably worse since...."
'Which implies inside involvement.' Commander Agron completed the unspoken thought in her head. Of course, nothing was ever so simple. Even if it was the easiest conclusion to jump to, at the current moment. There might be some truth in it, but it could not be the full picture. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Is there anything further?"
"No, Commander." the Orion replied, though cast a rather pointed look in the Executive Officer's direction; a small flicker of rose-hued eyes that indicated there actually was. Something to not be divulged in such an assembly as this.
Zivit met the gaze for a passing second before nodding her acknowledge of the statement, turning her own eyes on to the remaining crew gathered. "Has anyone else further pieces to add to this puzzle?"
Mitsue stepped forward, "I'm working in conjunction with engineering on trying to scan for the trilithium." Mitsue said pulling a PaDD out and handing it to the commander, "the concept is to use the specific frequency of the ships warp core to track the trilithium. Only problem is that frequency is created by the core as well and we're working on that as we speak."
"We have begun the hunt through the sign-offs and approvals and the names associated therein. Nothing has raised flags...yet. But we will continue." Batul added with a small, assertive nod.
It was not much, Zivit mused internally. But there was at least some first steps in place. "Very well. Keep looking. We have more questions than answers, and I would much like to reverse the situation." The Commander replied, rising from her seat to indicate that this meeting was dismissed. There were other matters that needed tending, with this one now at least marginally underway. "Keep me updated with any further developments."
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Commander Zivit Agron
Executive Officer
USS Crazy Horse
Lieutenant Mitsue Desai
Chief Science Officer
USS Crazy Horse
Lieutenant Kishar Batul
Security Officer
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