Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen - If you don't know what it's doing, try pressing some keys. You will see, something always happens
CPT Arianus
(( The Office Building, Afalqi Project Launch Complex, Meranuge IV ))
Storm: Oh, can it be restored?
That was quite good question. He checked the data on the tricorder, line by line, from the beginning to the last and back, and more than once before he glanced back to Lieutenant Storm and shrugged.
Bergmen: Probably, we can try. There is an option to restore data after it has been deleted. But none is 100 percent successful, so until we try, we will not know.
Storm: Just a sec, Ollie.
Ollie furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Alex lower herself onto one knee.
Storm: The computer hasn’t been used for quite a while.
oO And? Oo
Bergmen: What do you mean by that, ma’am?
Storm: All of this was piled around it, and it doesn’t look like it was placed there with any kind of care. I think we’re looking at this the wrong way.
oO Ah, yeah, point taken. Oo
Bergmen glanced to the side, back to the tricorder screen, thinking for a second before looking back to Lieutenant Storm.
Bergmen: You think he used another device? But then, what?
Storm: What was on top? The seat didn’t have anything in it, so someone had been sitting here, but they weren’t using the computer.
Both looked at the piles of dataslates they put aside on the ground. Could those?
Storm: We should be looking for a data device on top of a pile…
Storm began rummaging through the piles, and it wasn't long before she found one dataslate that definitely looked used. The greasy fingerprints on the darkened screen were quite telling.
Storm: Like this one.
She picked it up.
Storm: Ewww. It’s sticky.
Ollie giggled, watching her scrunch up her nose. She laid the dataslate on the table and, with a practiced motion, retrieved her own tricorder from her belt. After a brief series of rhythmic beeps as data was collected, she saved the data, and a satisfied look flashed across her face.
Storm: I’ve logged the DNA. If we can access the Da’al records, we'll have something to compare it to. I also found two sets of fingerprints - other than mine, obviously. I can try to pull some off of other items and see if they match other items lying around.
Taught by previous experience, Alex wrapped the dataslate in a napkin and handed it to JG Bergmen.
Storm: See what you can pull from this instead.
Ollie took over the slate and began working on it immediately. But after a while, he snorted, his nose crinkling, as he set the dataslate on the table, clearly upset.
Bergmen: It's password protected. We'll have to take the longer and worse route. ::smiles to Storm:: Piece of cake. How's your thing going, ma'am?
Storm: Response
Bergmen flashed Storm a thumbs-up and returned to his work, taking a tricorder into his hand to help this time. The tricorder emitted a series of beeps as Lieutenant accompanied whatever he did with the slate by muttering a lot of hmm, ehmm, mhhh.
As time dragged on, his expression grew gloomier and gloomier, yet then, without warning, he suddenly smiled and set the dataslate back on the table. Then followed with his tricorder placed on the dataslate screen, and leaned his elbow on the table, his head in his hand, eyes flicking between the computer screen and the tricorder screen as his other hand started pressing buttons on the tricorder.
Bergmen: Ma’am? I have it. I’m in.
Storm: Response
He stopped manipulating his tricorder and started working on the computer keyboard.
Bergmen: Yeah, we were just lucky. Access to data was encrypted, not the data themself. Remove the login from the equation, and the rest is obvious. ::pressing keys on the keyboard:: Looks like… (beat) Looks like we have some technical drawings here. Plus text files, notes, probably? And… (beat) Yeah, a messenger client too.
Storm: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
A240009JC1