The desk of the FedSec Senior Agent assigned to Oed V sat in an unassuming office in an unassuming suite of offices in a non-descript office building In a section of the city that housed many blocks of similarly nondescript buildings. In fact, if one did not know where exactly to find said office and said desk, it would be almost impossible to pick out from the crowd of hundreds if not thousands of other similarly designed facilities.

One thing that did set this particular office apart though, was its single occupant. This singular individual was a human male with deep, deep ebony colored skin. His head was shaved and the skin oiled in such a fashion that it didn’t appear wet, per se; but it definitely had a sheen to it. Even sitting down, an observer would be able to see that he was extremely tall… even by the vast majority of species’ standards. The attire he was in currently consisted of a pair of dark gray slacks, black shoes, and a ecru colored shirt that buttoned down the front. A Blazer that matched his pants hung on the back of his chair. The office he sat in was almost sterile in appearance, although the fake wood paneling on the walls, carpeted floor, and bookcase seemingly filled with staged tomes and pieces of artwork meant to bring warmth into the space did some small effort towards making the place slightly more welcoming.

The occupant, one Mthunzi Nkosenye, sat at the desk and tried to make sense of a series of seemingly random security reports from the Star Fleet compound within the city. It wasn’t that Nkosenye was dumb… far from it. But these reports had been flagged because an anonymous tip has said that they were all connected. Five attempted assaults, 3 successful assaults, destruction of private property, theft, animal cruelty, trespassing, and a full half dozen more with at least as many suspects; but no arrests have been made.

After staring at the same reports over and over again for the past 4 hours, the senior agent made a decision. He type a finger on his comms and said =/\= Fed Sec to Star Fleet Security. Please ask Chief Cattaneo to meet me at the Government Tower, sixth floor conference room, at 1400 hours to discuss a matter that may cause his department some heaaches. Thank you. =/\= He closed the comms and decided to get some lunch before heading to the Tower.

Nkosenye - FedSec Senior Agent