Lt. Cmd. Silveira: Those who bleed, and change shape
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May 13, 2026, 6:18:09 PM (10 hours ago) May 13
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis-A, deck 11, Hazardous Materials Lab))
The box “opened” up to a surprise.
An injured Romulan materialized and Doc Roy dove right into action as Vitor scrambled to the nearest medkit. There was no point in erring caution now that he had already dived to the “patient”.
Sadly, as Vitor noticed she was too far gone. Scrambling his thoughts he requested quickly to the others to assure their containment hadn’t been breached. And to deal with the box, now becoming inert after completing its last… Duty… Much like the Romulan.
Cole was working on the data rod, something he overlooked.
Silveira: If we can’t find anything else, shut it down. Keep under the forcefields and compile all relevant data.
Cole: Understood. Let me see if the rod tells us what the box was moving or where it was meant to send our departed visitor.
Tarsan: It’s offline and stable. There’s no danger from it now.
Vitor had caught, by the corner of his eye, Roy solemnly repacking the medkit
Bancroft: Commander, with your permission, I’d like to relocate her body to the morgue.
This time he looked to Doc Rogers, even if he spoke to all of them.
Silveira: Let’s examine the body and learn as much as we can before I report to the Captain.
Cole: Got it. I’ll work on the data. If there’s anything on here about the ship, the box, or anything else, we need it before this trail gets any colder.
Breys: ::to Cole:: Watch for any signs of Klingon encryption at this rate. I don’t think they’re working with the Klingons, but we saw it before and it seems like they’re using something from everyone.
Roy was the last one to reply.
Bancroft: ::softly:: Aye, Commander.
He reopened the medkit. The others kept focus, only Bancroft and Tarsan looked a little more shaken than Cole and Breys.
Cole: She wasn’t just carrying information. She was carrying instructions.
Breys: What type of instructions?
Tarsan: Do - do they talk about what she was doing in there?
Roy began scanning the body. Vitor was certain that Roy would perform his duty but, not for the first time, he hated being the team leader. Part of him wanted nothing more than to give them a break. To all of them.
If he could, he would prefer to keep up working on his own. Spare his team this.
But the weight of responsibility was one he had worked to get back to, and for now they needed to get the answers. Even if it meant not letting them rest.
All of them. Even the poor Romulan laying cold on the floor of the lab.
Bancroft: ::muttering to himself:: Absolutely unreasonable. Unnecessary. Savage. ::louder:: The disruptor signature matches known Da’al weaponry, Commander. The setting was… excessive. This was not a clean kill.
No kills are ever clean. Vitor nodded, whoever shot her wanted her dead. Gone.
A setting higher and she would be vaporised.
Vanished in atoms, obliterated from existence.
Just like Jo…
Vitor looked down at the Romulan’s body. Anger began to brew inside of him but he took a deep breath before returning his gaze to Roy.
Silveira: It was murder. Let’s see if we can find out more.
Cole: my engineering experience is limited, but if I’m reading these skimmer correctly, there are a minimum of two areas of the Afalqi that have been modified as hidden systems. ::turning to Tarsan:: Tarsan can you take a look at these to make sure I’m reading them correctly?
Vitor furrowed his brows, turning his head to Cole and Tarsan, who took a little longer to reply.
Tarsan: Yes, that matches what I saw with Lieutenant Imril in the hanger. Though I can’t quite make out what they are for.
Vitor looked one last time at the dead Romulan.
Silveira: Find out what you can Ensign.
Cole: I think the rods helped give us a trail to follow, at least something real to brief the Captain on.
Silveira: Good, send a text message to the Bridge and Commander K’Wara informing them of what we have so far and that I’ll hail with further progress.
Breys kneeled down, helping Roy.
Breys: I don’t know anything about Romulan physiology, but I’ve worked on Bajorans for almost a decade. How can I help?
Bancroft: You surprise me, D’tin. In a good way. Grab a tricorder, start looking for clues. ::holding up his tricorder, indicating the control sequence:: Academy refresher: this toggles medical diagnostic mode, this narrows for xenophysiology, and this marks anything anomalous without trying to interpret it for you.
Vitor felt a little proud at the way they were all handling the situation. In spite of the chaos they were all still working. He turned to Cole.
Silveira: Lieutenant, compile everything we have so far. I want to take a look before hailing them upstairs.
Cole: Response
Breys: I think I see.
Breys kept assisting Roy as Tarsan secured the box.
Tarsan: The box is safe now. We should keep it in here for now, wrapped in the forcefields we have. Containment and forcefields are all operating within proper parameters.
Bancroft: I have genetic irregularities here. Recent ones. These are not inherited markers, and they are not standard Romulan variation. Someone altered her at the cellular level, and her body was actively rejecting the edits.
Vitor arched his eyebrow and turned, walking in Roy’s direction.
Silveira: What do you mean?
Cole: Response
Breys: That isn’t supposed to be there, is it?
Breys pulled out her tricorder and began a closer scan.
Breys: The area around this tissue shows markers for other species, but it seems like it was being rejected.
Tarsan: She was hiding it from the others.
Vitor turned to Tarsan, surprised by the certainty with which he replied.
Bancroft: Hiding what?
Breys/Cole: Response
Silveira: How are you guessing that?
Tarsan: I uh, connected with her, before she ::voice catching and hating himself for it:: died
Vitor’s eyes widened. He clenched his fists not to reach for Tarsan and shake him out of his stupidity. Or slap him for doing that.
Somehow he remained still, but his expression didn’t hide his feelings.
Tarsan took a huge risk. Something not only dangerous, but to Vitor almost unethical.
If Vitor’s eyes were phasers Tarsan would be now laying down. Heavily stunned at minimum.
Roy was quick to move. At least giving time for Vitor not to lash out.
Bancroft: ::soothingly:: Take a moment to ground yourself, Gavrin. You are here. You are aboard the Artemis. You are alive, and you are not alone in your own head. If you need an anchor, you may reach out to my mind.
Silveira: What were you thinking?
Breys/Cole: Response
Tarsan: I wasn’t thinking, it was all instinct! ::pause:: Sir.
Roy turned fully toward him. Vitor almost spoke but he could see Roy was supporting Tarsan, somehow.
Giving them space Vitor gestured to Breys and Cole to just stand and not interfere.
Silveira: It’s alright, carry on with your work.
Breys/Cole: Response
Whatever Roy did it looked like it eased Tarsan.
Tarsan: I’m still - still figuring out what she was trying to say, but I think she was against some part of the plan and they killed her for it. ::gesturing to the box:: That was her last chance to survive. Or get out whatever data she had.
Roy looked at Tarsan before returning to the deceased Romulan.
Vitor was disappointed with Tarsan, and he wanted him to know.
Silveira: It didn’t turn out as she expected. ::He turned to Tarsan:: But you can expect a talk once we are finished here Ensign Tarsan
Bancroft: ::to Breys:: You saw something. Tell me about it. Not just what your tricorder tells you. Tell me what you see with your eyes, too. Our senses are incredibly powerful diagnostic tools.
Breys: Response
Vitor arched his eyebrow in curiosity. But he turned to Cole and Tarsan.
Silveira: Anything new on the data rod?
Cole/Tarsan: Responses
Vitor nodded and turned to Roy and Breys as Roy spoke.
Bancroft: You’re right. It’s not any sort of medical device I recognize. And if it were, I'd like to meet the surgeon responsible and personally revoke every license, certificate, and childhood merit badge they ever received. ::raising his voice without taking his eyes from the implant:: Commander, Lieutenant, Ensign, we’ve discovered an unknown device implanted inside her abdominal cavity. It may be connected to the genetic anomalies D’tin and I are seeing in the surrounding tissue, but that’s a working theory, not a conclusion.
Silveira: Then work the theory so we can have a conclusion, Doctor.
Breys/Cole/Tarsan: Response
Bancroft: The device is crude. Extremely crude… but effective. It appears capable of temporarily altering surface-level genetic expression and cellular markers – not just cosmetically, but enough to mislead most routine scans. I’m reading residual fragments consistent with both Da’al and Klingon genetic profiles in the surrounding tissue.
Vitor nodded. Genetic maskers were rare, but not unheard of. If he remembers correctly that was how some of the Romulans captured the Narendra ages ago.
Or was it when the Klingons tried to infiltrate Ops?
He tipped his head. There was a headache brewing, but as he requested from his team he focused and carried on.
Silveira: Genetic maskers. Or DNA Express. It’s rare but not unheard of.
BreysCole/Tarsan: Response
Vitor shrugged. If there was one thing he could provide was experience.
Silveira: Deception isn’t a Romulan exclusive. The Federation does the same. I turned Blue some years ago when we infiltrated a pre-warp planet.
Breys/Bancroft/Cole/Tarsan: Response
Vitor straightened himself.
Silveira: What else?
Breys/Bancroft/Cole/Tarsan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
The box “opened” up to a surprise.
An injured Romulan materialized and Doc Roy dove right into action as Vitor scrambled to the nearest medkit. There was no point in erring caution now that he had already dived to the “patient”.
Sadly, as Vitor noticed she was too far gone. Scrambling his thoughts he requested quickly to the others to assure their containment hadn’t been breached. And to deal with the box, now becoming inert after completing its last… Duty… Much like the Romulan.
Cole was working on the data rod, something he overlooked.
Silveira: If we can’t find anything else, shut it down. Keep under the forcefields and compile all relevant data.
Cole: Understood. Let me see if the rod tells us what the box was moving or where it was meant to send our departed visitor.
Tarsan: It’s offline and stable. There’s no danger from it now.
Vitor had caught, by the corner of his eye, Roy solemnly repacking the medkit
Bancroft: Commander, with your permission, I’d like to relocate her body to the morgue.
This time he looked to Doc Rogers, even if he spoke to all of them.
Silveira: Let’s examine the body and learn as much as we can before I report to the Captain.
Cole: Got it. I’ll work on the data. If there’s anything on here about the ship, the box, or anything else, we need it before this trail gets any colder.
Breys: ::to Cole:: Watch for any signs of Klingon encryption at this rate. I don’t think they’re working with the Klingons, but we saw it before and it seems like they’re using something from everyone.
Roy was the last one to reply.
Bancroft: ::softly:: Aye, Commander.
He reopened the medkit. The others kept focus, only Bancroft and Tarsan looked a little more shaken than Cole and Breys.
Cole: She wasn’t just carrying information. She was carrying instructions.
Breys: What type of instructions?
Tarsan: Do - do they talk about what she was doing in there?
Roy began scanning the body. Vitor was certain that Roy would perform his duty but, not for the first time, he hated being the team leader. Part of him wanted nothing more than to give them a break. To all of them.
If he could, he would prefer to keep up working on his own. Spare his team this.
But the weight of responsibility was one he had worked to get back to, and for now they needed to get the answers. Even if it meant not letting them rest.
All of them. Even the poor Romulan laying cold on the floor of the lab.
Bancroft: ::muttering to himself:: Absolutely unreasonable. Unnecessary. Savage. ::louder:: The disruptor signature matches known Da’al weaponry, Commander. The setting was… excessive. This was not a clean kill.
No kills are ever clean. Vitor nodded, whoever shot her wanted her dead. Gone.
A setting higher and she would be vaporised.
Vanished in atoms, obliterated from existence.
Just like Jo…
Vitor looked down at the Romulan’s body. Anger began to brew inside of him but he took a deep breath before returning his gaze to Roy.
Silveira: It was murder. Let’s see if we can find out more.
Cole: my engineering experience is limited, but if I’m reading these skimmer correctly, there are a minimum of two areas of the Afalqi that have been modified as hidden systems. ::turning to Tarsan:: Tarsan can you take a look at these to make sure I’m reading them correctly?
Vitor furrowed his brows, turning his head to Cole and Tarsan, who took a little longer to reply.
Tarsan: Yes, that matches what I saw with Lieutenant Imril in the hanger. Though I can’t quite make out what they are for.
Vitor looked one last time at the dead Romulan.
Silveira: Find out what you can Ensign.
Cole: I think the rods helped give us a trail to follow, at least something real to brief the Captain on.
Silveira: Good, send a text message to the Bridge and Commander K’Wara informing them of what we have so far and that I’ll hail with further progress.
Breys kneeled down, helping Roy.
Breys: I don’t know anything about Romulan physiology, but I’ve worked on Bajorans for almost a decade. How can I help?
Bancroft: You surprise me, D’tin. In a good way. Grab a tricorder, start looking for clues. ::holding up his tricorder, indicating the control sequence:: Academy refresher: this toggles medical diagnostic mode, this narrows for xenophysiology, and this marks anything anomalous without trying to interpret it for you.
Vitor felt a little proud at the way they were all handling the situation. In spite of the chaos they were all still working. He turned to Cole.
Silveira: Lieutenant, compile everything we have so far. I want to take a look before hailing them upstairs.
Cole: Response
Breys: I think I see.
Breys kept assisting Roy as Tarsan secured the box.
Tarsan: The box is safe now. We should keep it in here for now, wrapped in the forcefields we have. Containment and forcefields are all operating within proper parameters.
Bancroft: I have genetic irregularities here. Recent ones. These are not inherited markers, and they are not standard Romulan variation. Someone altered her at the cellular level, and her body was actively rejecting the edits.
Vitor arched his eyebrow and turned, walking in Roy’s direction.
Silveira: What do you mean?
Cole: Response
Breys: That isn’t supposed to be there, is it?
Breys pulled out her tricorder and began a closer scan.
Breys: The area around this tissue shows markers for other species, but it seems like it was being rejected.
Tarsan: She was hiding it from the others.
Vitor turned to Tarsan, surprised by the certainty with which he replied.
Bancroft: Hiding what?
Breys/Cole: Response
Silveira: How are you guessing that?
Tarsan: I uh, connected with her, before she ::voice catching and hating himself for it:: died
Vitor’s eyes widened. He clenched his fists not to reach for Tarsan and shake him out of his stupidity. Or slap him for doing that.
Somehow he remained still, but his expression didn’t hide his feelings.
Tarsan took a huge risk. Something not only dangerous, but to Vitor almost unethical.
If Vitor’s eyes were phasers Tarsan would be now laying down. Heavily stunned at minimum.
Roy was quick to move. At least giving time for Vitor not to lash out.
Bancroft: ::soothingly:: Take a moment to ground yourself, Gavrin. You are here. You are aboard the Artemis. You are alive, and you are not alone in your own head. If you need an anchor, you may reach out to my mind.
Silveira: What were you thinking?
Breys/Cole: Response
Tarsan: I wasn’t thinking, it was all instinct! ::pause:: Sir.
Roy turned fully toward him. Vitor almost spoke but he could see Roy was supporting Tarsan, somehow.
Giving them space Vitor gestured to Breys and Cole to just stand and not interfere.
Silveira: It’s alright, carry on with your work.
Breys/Cole: Response
Whatever Roy did it looked like it eased Tarsan.
Tarsan: I’m still - still figuring out what she was trying to say, but I think she was against some part of the plan and they killed her for it. ::gesturing to the box:: That was her last chance to survive. Or get out whatever data she had.
Roy looked at Tarsan before returning to the deceased Romulan.
Vitor was disappointed with Tarsan, and he wanted him to know.
Silveira: It didn’t turn out as she expected. ::He turned to Tarsan:: But you can expect a talk once we are finished here Ensign Tarsan
Bancroft: ::to Breys:: You saw something. Tell me about it. Not just what your tricorder tells you. Tell me what you see with your eyes, too. Our senses are incredibly powerful diagnostic tools.
Breys: Response
Vitor arched his eyebrow in curiosity. But he turned to Cole and Tarsan.
Silveira: Anything new on the data rod?
Cole/Tarsan: Responses
Vitor nodded and turned to Roy and Breys as Roy spoke.
Bancroft: You’re right. It’s not any sort of medical device I recognize. And if it were, I'd like to meet the surgeon responsible and personally revoke every license, certificate, and childhood merit badge they ever received. ::raising his voice without taking his eyes from the implant:: Commander, Lieutenant, Ensign, we’ve discovered an unknown device implanted inside her abdominal cavity. It may be connected to the genetic anomalies D’tin and I are seeing in the surrounding tissue, but that’s a working theory, not a conclusion.
Silveira: Then work the theory so we can have a conclusion, Doctor.
Breys/Cole/Tarsan: Response
Bancroft: The device is crude. Extremely crude… but effective. It appears capable of temporarily altering surface-level genetic expression and cellular markers – not just cosmetically, but enough to mislead most routine scans. I’m reading residual fragments consistent with both Da’al and Klingon genetic profiles in the surrounding tissue.
Vitor nodded. Genetic maskers were rare, but not unheard of. If he remembers correctly that was how some of the Romulans captured the Narendra ages ago.
Or was it when the Klingons tried to infiltrate Ops?
He tipped his head. There was a headache brewing, but as he requested from his team he focused and carried on.
Silveira: Genetic maskers. Or DNA Express. It’s rare but not unheard of.
BreysCole/Tarsan: Response
Vitor shrugged. If there was one thing he could provide was experience.
Silveira: Deception isn’t a Romulan exclusive. The Federation does the same. I turned Blue some years ago when we infiltrated a pre-warp planet.
Breys/Bancroft/Cole/Tarsan: Response
Vitor straightened himself.
Silveira: What else?
Breys/Bancroft/Cole/Tarsan: Response
TAGs/TBC
Lt. Cmd. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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