Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: The Infiltrator

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: The Infiltrator

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: The Infiltrator

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Kovan turned and grabbed the freshly printed copies and brought them over to the XO’s desk and dragged over a chair for him and Morgan while at it. He set the papers on the table between the three of them, “Let’s see who we got.”

Kovan

Morgan followed Rand into the office, pausing briefly, as if thinking are we really allowed to be in here? Then she sat where Kovan pulled up a chair. “I want to do full background investigations on everyone who fits the profile.” The list did not rule out many of the officers from either department, leaving twenty people to investigate. This was going to take a while.

~ Morgan

Rand nodded, “When we found out I ran the numbers and some limited background checks. We still are sitting at 121 of what should be 120 crew on board, but I can’t find the mistake in the files and records.” Rand had already given Morgan all that information earlier. “The only suspicious thing I found was LaCroix. The highschool and Freshman Academy picture don’t match with him currently. But it’s not…totally wrong either.” This was so far out of Rand’s skill set. She let them talk for awhile commenting if she knew anything, but it wasn’t much, and then, “I need to get back to sickbay.” She locked the office behind them and then returned to sickbay.

Rand

Morgan nodded. If it were her, she’d want to be in Sickbay too. Morgan spent the next three weeks conducting thorough background investigations on all the officers on the list as well as interviews with each of them. There just weren’t any other leads to narrow it down, so she ended up doing all of them. Kovan was free to help as much as he wanted, or go back to his regular duties. By the end of those three weeks, Morgan felt no closer to catching the person responsible. And she felt awful not having anything to tell Alden or the Captain about it.

~ Morgan

Roman was supposed to be out of sickbay in another day. Rand wasn’t counting on it. Not that she thought he wasn’t doing well, but she knew how quickly things changed. Also he’d already had one major relapse, and it was better for her worry to just assume things would continue as they were. That day she was on the go. She could only do so much from that little room in sickbay. She wasn’t eager to be away from the room, considering Morgan had no luck finding who was at fault. But she had to attend to her duties. So with her escort in tow she spent most of the morning running around the ship getting things done.

Right before lunch she stopped by her quarters. She spent some time with Pipkin, a shower, fresh uniform. Then realizing she hadn’t been in her office for almost 3 and half weeks she went across to it. She would check the pantry first. Stepping into her office she looked around. Something wasn’t right. Her office was messy. She never left it messy. She must have been really unaware the last time she was there, worried about Roman. Morgan was with her and she shook her head with a huff. “I must have been really upset, I never leave my office this messy.” She sat down in the chair and reached to turn on the console.

Rand

Morgan was assigned to protect Rand that day. She was always attentive when she was on protection duty. Her thoughts about the investigation could wait. Inattentive guards got the people they were protecting killed. It was that idea that had Morgan watching Rand closely as she entered her office and sat down to work. Morgan stood in the office, by the door. Just as Rand reached for the console, something caught Morgan’s eye. A spark, so small at first she thought it was just static electricity. But then it felt as though time slowed, an ominous feeling in her gut.

“Rand, no!” Morgan shouted, rushing over and diving into Rand to stop her from touching it. She had been right, the moment she dove for Rand, the console arced in much the same was as Alden’s equipment. It had been rigged, so that when she tried to start it, she would have instead been shocked with a fatal current of electricity.

~ Morgan

Rand paused and turned her head to look at Morgan as she shouted at her, her hands instinctively pulling back. Morgan grabbed her, pulling and yanking her bodily from the chair, just as the console exploded. Without Rand there to complete the circuit the whole thing over loaded and blew. Rand’s hands came up to block her face and take the brunt of the impact and heat. Morgan, with her training, knew how to fall, Rand did not. The force of the blast pushed them into the bulk head of the door, jarring Morgan hard enough to make her arms go limp and Rand was blown into the hall where she feel, her head bouncing off the floor.

The ship’s emergency klaxons began to screech across the ship. =/\=Emergency Teams to Deck 3 section 5, Emergency Teams to Deck 3 section 5. Fire suppression systems engaged. Emergency Teams to Deck 3 section 5=/\=

Rand