Kanok moved with a slow fluid grace. He wore typical klingon calisthenics gear, the padding providing for a typical need for strength in movement. He was in the middle of a conditioning workout when he caught the sudden appearance of the Black Sparrow’s resident artificial intelligence. She was wearing white dress that hugged her holographic body, ending in a knee-high skirt. Her legs and feet were bare, as usual aboard the Sparrow. He stopped what he was doing with an audible sigh before choosing to stand.

He rose to his near 7 foot stature and looked down at Katrina’s 5 foot holographic form, giving an audible grunt.

“I know,” she stated with a hint of frustration. “To be fair though, were you going to allow me to interrupt your routine if I simply rang the door?”

Kanok rolled his eyes and moved to sit on his bed, loosening his gear.

“Yeah, didn’t think so,” she spoke aloud once more. “Michael still isn’t back. And I’ve only gotten a few pings off of his communicator since he left the Black Sparrow. There have been no check-ins. It’s like he’s disappeared.”

Kanok sighed and moved over to his desk where a PADD sat. He picked it up and began investigating. Katrina moved fluidly to his position off to the side. After his own investigation, he sat the padd down and looked to Katrina, eyeing her thoughtfully.

It wasn’t odd for Michael to simply not make an appearance. Every now and then he’d get caught up in something minor and shrug it off as though it were no big deal. It hadn’t surprised Kanok to still not have seen him. What troubled him was that Katrina was correct. His communicator stopped pinging in one of the business districts. The last thing Kanok had heard from Conrad about where he would be was that he was out to meet with Kristina for the evening. Truth be told, it seemed like there was something there. A bit of chemistry that they were exploring. Kanok didn’t pry though. Best if he didn’t know too much anyway. Though it wasn’t as though he could go off telling all sorts of people. With no tongue, communication became a bit of a chore.

Katrina gestured to a hand device on Kanok’s desk. He looked and understood immediately. He put on the glove like device and placed his hand on a designated spot on the desk. He felt a slight jolt and the odd sensation of another presence in his mind. Her programming had transferred to the glove, which allowed for direct communication between him and her.

Katrina’s voice resounded in his mind. “We lost his signal in the business district. Best if we start there I think.”

Kanok spoke within his in his mind, the deep sound of his klingon voice evident, “We ought to look for Kristina Cosgrove. If I’m right, he was headed to the business district to have dinner with her. Can you determine where she might be now? Where her home is, and when will she be home?”

Katrina spoke. “Calculating…”

Kanok reflexively picked up the PADD in his electronically gloved hand, connecting the device to the system. After it synced, calculations and information streamed across it’s surface before coordinates were brought up. Her holographic figure also disappeared. “Her living arrangements are not terribly far from the district. We could start there before going to do our own investigating.”

“Let us hope we do not find him in unfortunate circumstances at this woman’s house.” he said before moving to change his clothes.

It took him minimal time to do so. Kanok and Katrina then left, the Sparrow locked down. Kanok was hoping this wouldn’t take long. Was it just his communicator gone defective? Or had he turned it off for more personal reasons? Was he about to show up at Cosgrove’s residence to find him having spent the night there? Or maybe he had been kidnapped? It was doubtful, but he had to at least consider the thought.

Whatever happened, he hoped this would all be fixed quickly.

-Kanok
-Katrina