Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in Main sim-Romulan freighter

Posted by Gamemaster Matrix (GMT) in Main sim-Romulan freighter

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (First Officer(LOA)) in Main sim-Romulan freighter
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Sural looked at the text, translated and scrolling across the screen. While he had a penchant for crossword puzzles and jigsaw puzzles, detective work was not his forte. “Commander, if you are suggesting that the ‘who’ is the child, then the Romulan commander in pursuit is not operating on her own but under anothers’ orders. Suket, being female, could hardly be the ‘father’. If this supposition is true then another is pushing Suket to retrieve the woman.” Logically that was not sound either. All that would be required would be for Suket’s ship to do enough to take down the shields of this freighter and beam a team over and take the woman after securing the ship - given that they were presumably only scientists and children. Still, if guards claimed to be the father, implying violence done to her, then carrying someone of important lineage was dubious. “Were there any DNA tests on the fetus Commander?” he asked as the XO had performed that search.
- Sural

D’Vash would find record of Rhaelara refusing to comply with any DNA test, stating “I don’t need to know, I don’t want to know.”

-Matrix

Sural waited patiently. However his own mind was active and ‘working the odds’. As illogical as it was the Vulcan found that the nature of the vessel as a ‘ghost ship’ was creeping about his psyche as a sehlat might creep about the perimeter of an encampment just outside of the range of the light. He had never considered a vessel to be a living thing, however, he had not missed the analogies toward that idea. And here, with the freighter on what could be considered ‘life support’ with no viable way of fixing it, Sural considered that a problem to his senses. It was not a feeling; that would be illogical. It was more of a professional mindset that he, like a doctor, would seek to keep the patient alive. Here, even on support, its life was bleeding away. No, the vessel was not the ‘prize’ that Suket would be after.
Sural, CE

D’vash leaned back in his seat and sighed. “She refused to take a DNA test. Said she didn’t want to or need to know who the father was.”

Scratching his scalp, the XO continued to think of possible reasons why Suket MIGHT be after the child. “Maybe. . . . maybe the child is the answer to a prophecy, the next great leader that will reunify the empire. . . . .I don’t know. I’m reaching for anything, Sural. Isn’t there a Vulcan saying, something about ‘when the logical isn’t the answer, consider the illogical’, or something akin to that?”

Odinson (XO)

“That is most .. illogical, Commander. Even what may appear to be illogical, once known, becomes logical through understanding.” Really, how could humans truly think this way? Like a long suffering parent, Sural would have, if human, sighed. “That supposition can easily be validated by interviewing the refugees. If it is a legend or myth then it would be known by at least a percentage of them.”

He glanced down. “Loges have been transferred to the Olympic from the freighter. Unless we choose to perform a room by room search I cannot see why we cannot accomplish the same examinations from the Olympic.” He wouldn’t admit to getting jitters, but Sural did want to get back.
- Sural

The only thing remaining of note in the ship’s logs was an attempt by the first mate, who could be identified as the dead man in the room with them, to flag Dr Meinok as a potential risk shortly after departure. The Tal’Shiar has been looking for him for two years prior. It was likely this raised the first mate’s suspicions. A note read ‘I do not know why there is an open warrant for Dr Meinok. But we are carrying a fugitive and that alone unsettles me. The Captain seems to think he’s harmless.’

-Matrix

“Something tells me that search would be a waste of time. We may as well head back . . . .wait.” D’vash gave the log when more glance when something caught his eye, something he had almost missed.

“Look here. He pointed to the note about the Romulan doctor. “Could be something, maybe nothing, but it might be worth it to at least search Sickbay or the doctors quarters.”

Odinson (XO)

Sural caught the log note as well as the catch in the XO’s voice. He would have attributed the body as an engineer rather than a second in command. “If I may suggest that the first mate’s body be beamed back for cause of death. In this case it may not be as it is presented to us as simply loss of life support.”

D’vash nodded and hit his comm badge.

=^=Odinson to Dr. Harding. I’m transporting to Sickbay the body of the ship’s first officer. He appears to have died due to the loss of life support. Run an autopsy on him to confirm that and that his death wasn’t due to something more sinister.=^=

Sural replied with his own tap to his badge. =^= Sural to transporter room. Three meters from myself is a deceased Romulan. Please beam his remains to Sickbay. =^=
=^= Searching … there. I have it. Beaming now, Chief. =^=
Sural watched as the transporter took the body away. As illogical as it was the Vulcan felt a sense of the atmosphere lightening with his departure.

As he said this Sural brought up the schematic for the ship. In such a vessel logically the two would be close by. Attached even or adjacent. “To facilitate time perhaps we may each take a location.”
Sural

Meinok was not officially a member of the crew, and therefore likely would have been sleeping in one of the cargo holds. The two almost mirrored each other upon exiting engineering, turn left to go to the cargo holds, right to go to sickbay.

-Matrix

“You take sickbay, I’ll check the cargo bay. Let me know if you find anything that might be suspicious.”

Odinson (XO)

“Of course, Commander,” Sural replied.

In sickbay, there were four biobeds. Each had a deceased Romulan laid on it in a ritualistic fashion, ready for burial. The medic’s computer was situated at the back left corner. The only sound in the room was the faint sound of the far right biobed emitting a flatline. Whoever was there died immediately before everyone left.

The Sickbay was small, though full. He moved slowly from one bed to another as though trying to determine the cause of death by a visible examination. That was, to his unpracticed eye, difficult and a futile gesture. However, Sural felt there should be some respect for the dead; a life had been in each with their own katra and cognizance. The last, he thought it poor timing, that the individual perished on their very doorstep. Passing beyond he sought a console where he might note causes of death. Given the battle damage and pursuit by the other Romulan warbird. One that was still likely, and logically so, out there.

A search of the computer would quickly reveal three death certificates. Cause of death in two cases was infected wounds. One man committed suicide to spare more resources for his family. One open medical file remained, a man named Hanaj, he had sustained a head injury in the second attack and was responding to treatment until the third attack compromised the ship’s facility to treat him. It seemed likely he was the one who died just before they were beamed to the Olympic. Whatever medic was attending him had only time to position his body ritualistically so his spirit could pass freely.

-Matrix

The cargo holds were four separate rooms linked together. Clearly meant to be large scale storage and transport units, they had been converted into habitation areas, 10 people per unit. All that was left behind was what would be deemed low priority in preparing to be beamed out at a moment’s notice. Toys, books, PaDDs, anything nonessential.

-Matrix

Sural, CE