Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Torias Paron (Chief of Security) in Main Sim: Briefing Room

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Torias Paron (Chief of Security) in Main Sim: Briefing Room
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Immediately after MacLeod’s entering the room, Sean was the next and just saw the XO entering the room. “May be that the supposedly briefing room?” Wondered.
He had no choice but to enter, and relieved that it was indeed the briefing room, he stood at ease and with his elegant but also funny British accent he said “I’m sorry to interrupt, I’m Sean Knights, new CSO. May I join?”
Then as he waited for a reply he stood in front of the door, with his habitual thoughts wandering everywhere but in his mind.

Lieutenant Jr. grade Sir, Sean Knights - CSO

“Of course Lieutenant, have a seat,” Cassandra beckoned to an empty seat, “Welcome aboard, might as well hit the ground running.”

~Cassandra Rixan~

Sean moving through the seats of the room, was paying attention to avoid tripping somewhere and when the seat was on his right, with a regal move he sat comfy.
“ahem,” he made to clear his throat “so, If I may ask, what is the matter?” Asked with a gentle tone, Lieutenant Sean.

Lieutenant Jr. grade Sir, Sean Knights - CSO

Paron took note of the new figure in the room, and how he presented himself. From the records, probably the new chief science officer. After giving him a brief nod, he turned back to Mason and the captain, to see if they wanted someone else to answer the scientist’s question.

Lieutenant (J.G) Torias Paron, CoS

After introducing himself, Flynn moved to the empty seat next to the Captain. Even though it had been five years since he last served on a starship, etiquette rules were still in place after a lifetime of serving in Starfleet. If he remembered correctly, his seat was to the Captain’s right in the briefing room, as well as the Bridge, hence the phrase, ‘the Captain’s right hand’.

“I received a brief before leaving the Academy that the Endeavour will be investigating a murder at a mining colony. I reckon the ship’s security chief will be heading up this here investigation?”

He looked around the table until his eyes rested on the COS. “I reckon that’s you, Mr. Paron?”

MacLeod (XO)

Mason paused while the new additions became settled. “Grim business, this.” He nodded at MacLeod, frowning, not at him though at the thought of what lay ahead. “From my understanding there was not a post mortem performed. There did not appear in the estimation of the medics present, to have a need to conduct one. The cause of death was listed as airlock decompression. However, the body is in stasis and may yet be looked at by your people.”

“Oh a murder case!” Sean exclaimed “I can offer my knowledge and examine the scene with Mr. Buckingham.”
Then crossing his arms, he fell on his seat to relax and to think curious to the new and intriguing mission.

“Now,” Mason continued, bringing up a series of photos. “Here are the people whom we will be mainly interacting with.” The first was a woman with auburn hair pulled back into a braid. Her face was long with defined cheekbones and narrow, brown eyes. “This is Administrator Janet Hardiman. She runs the facility. This is her right hand man who is probably not unlike your executive officer, or perhaps operations officer, as his duties lay in the plant operation and mining. His name is David Stone.” The face was that of a round faced man with his dark hair tightly pulled back into a pony tail. It was streaked with grey at this point. Dark brows and eyes, and small mouth were pasted onto a fleshy pale face. “Lastly we have Gaia, the chief geologist of the facility. While you can interact with others these are the principles of the station.” The image that came up was that of a Horta.
- Mason

“Interesting. I may ask if we have already some suspects?” Interacted with Mason. Crimes stories were fulfilled in his childhood when her mother took old paper-made books and told him all sort of homicide stories: love-murder, paybacks, state strikes… what a lovely childhood, but weirdly he was all the opposite than the brave and fearless detective. Of course he feared for his life and time to time it was evident that he could have put the crew at risk because of this.

Lieutenant Jr. grade Sir, Sean Knights - CSO

“It would be Mister Kramer,” Cassandra spoke, “He was apprehended at the scene, however, there may be other factors at play as the prime suspect appears to have had a mental breakdown of some kind. That’s what medical and science will likely have to collaborate on…determining why he did it and what mental factors might be at play in the crime. He’s the one who did it, but if someone did something to cause whatever it is he’s going through, they may be as culpable. First goal, figure out what’s wrong with him and then determine if he’ll be reliable enough to interrogate to determine motive.”

~Cassandra Rixan~

“I agree that would be the best course of action right now,” Torias responded. “Once we know the cause of this madness, if indeed that is what it is, then we can get further. I feel an autopsy might be of some help considering the situation, though I feel our answers lie with our suspect rather than our victim. But there may be a clue as to what’s going on there. Once we know the cause, we will know if this has been engineered.” Paron stated calmly, more thinking out loud than anything to put his thoughts on the table.

Lieutenant (J.G) Torias Paron, CoS

“Does this Kramer fella have any history of violent or deviant behaviors? Any kinda recent conflict with victim?,” the XO asked as the wheels started turning in his mind.

Turning back to Mason, he asked, “What about the facilities security team? Did they perform any kinda investigation?”

MacLeod (XO)

“Good point Commander,” Cassandra nodded, “I presume we’ll have access to the service records or whatever you have on file for both Mister Kramer and the victim?” She looked at Mason with an expectant look on her face.

~Cassandra Rixan~

“In any case, I and Buckingham are going to investigate as Starfleet liaison officers? I-I mean, if it is not a problem for you all and for mister Buckingham.” He looked straight to the doctor, playing his thumbs around.
“We can also interrogate again the suspects on place and the security teams.”
A damn hazardous proposal for his persona and his ego.

Lieutenant Jr. grade Sir, Sean Knights - CSO

“Don’t worry about that, lieutenant. I definitely wouldn’t mind having a chat with them all once we’ve got some more information,” Paron said with a slight smile. Paron knew that this was going to take everyone’s specialties to ensure they get as much information as possible. “If it’s OK with the captain, I’d like a copy of the doctor’s and scientists reports on this matter regarding autopsy and any forensic evidence we can find,” he said.

He had always enjoyed a good mystery, and loved the holoadaptations of the earthen Agatha Christie stories, but his time in Starfleet has shown him the real difference, “Once we have that, we can get started on seeing if there was anything more… suspicious about this death,” he said. “I’d definitely like to talk to the suspect once our doctor has looked at him as well, Mason,” he said turning to the liaison.

Lieutenant (J.G) Torias Paron, CoS

“your smile creeps me a bit, Mr. Paron” Sean delighted with a giggling nature “also, if I can be of any utility, just don’t be afraid asking. I’m pretty new, but capable and willing to help to solve this case.” after that, Sean made a brief scan of everyone’s in the room and especially he looked to Mason: surely an interesting individual.

Mason listened while the others talked before interjecting when he was able to. “I’m afraid that the mine security is limited. In a facility like this the principle issues are petty theft and brawls. The sheriff and deputy take care of most issues. Area foremen have the authority of self-policing in their group, relaying anything that is beyond them to the sheriff. There are two other deputies, however, and they are more administrative in nature.” He paused and brought up a note off his case that displayed on the screen.

“Psychological screening for employees are typically focused on historical mental incidents and their ability to handle long periods of time away from home and general isolation and shift work.” The screen showed a slowly scrolling medical history of Kramer. Minor injuries, a broken leg prior to the work, scrapes from a number of brawls that he had been a part of to break it up. He had been showing an increase in synthehol consumption in the months leading up to this incident.
- Mason

“hmm..” the officer mourned. One thing was certain: the case was getting darker and darker, but also interesting and with a veil of adventure “That is hella of complicated! it seems he was depressed or something in the lasts months and the absurd synthehol consumption is suggesting it.”

Lieutenant Jr. grade Sir, Sean Knights - CSO

“You see that doctor?” he asked pointing towards the increased consumption. Pointing to where the increase began “he seems to have picked up the drink. Anything happen to him around the time he started drinking more, Mason?” Paron asked. He knew that increased consumption could be part of the issue, and maybe the cause of that had something to do with what happened months later.

Lieutenant (J.G) Torias Paron, CoS