Lt Alex Storm - Not a Tool in My Belt
Karen Morris
((Office Building, Afalqi Project Launch Complex, Meranuge IV))
Alex stood inside the office door, with one hand on her hip and another on the handle of her phaser. Mounds of papers, equipment, and data devices lay precariously scattered around the office.
An object flew across the room, striking the door frame inches from Alex’s head.
Ta’Mora: No! You will not take me to Sey’nadara!
Bergmen: We are not here for you, nor wanna to take you … whatever that place or person is.
oO She doesn’t have a weapon. Oo
Storm: Let’s calm down. We’re not here to hurt you. We’re off-worlders here to help.
Jaran: Response
Ta’Mora: You’re not Quwa-Am?
Alex caught the look between Bergmen and Jovenan.
Bergmen: We are from Starfleet. Eh, you know, the United Federation of Planets?
Storm: We don’t know who or what Quwa-Am is.
Jovenan: That’s right. We’re here just to help. ::smiles:: I was at Tecra three years ago. Maybe you’ve heard of it?
Jaran: Response
Alex extended both of her hands toward the woman.
Storm: What’s your name?
Ta’Mora: I’m Ta’Mora.
Jovenan: Hello, Ta’Mora. I’m Jovenan. I’m a scientist.
Jaran/Bergmen: Response
Storm: And I’m Alex. Can you tell us who or what this Quwa-Am is?
Ta’Mora: You … really don’t know?
Jovenan: No, we don’t. We only arrived to this planet today. I’ve visited here once before, but only briefly. We’re here to help.
Jaran/Bergmen/Ta’Mora: Response
Storm: What is it that you have there?
Ta’Mora: You can’t have it!
The woman tightened her grip on the object, turning her knuckles white.
Jovenan: Lieutenant, Doctor, a word. ::steps aside, whispers:: I don’t think this is going anywhere, do you?
Alex stepped over to Jovenan but glanced back at the woman.
Storm: No. I don’t get the impression that she was involved.
Jaran/Bergmen: Response
Jovenan: Right. Let’s not waste much more time. Lieutenants, could you try to access Mister Havun’s communications, logs, diaries, any such documents? Check everything, try to restore deleted files, break through secured folders, so on. Remember our priorities. The Doctor and I will talk with Ms Ta’Mora here, see if she knows anything. At least what Mister Havun is like as a person, they were probably colleagues. We’ll join you when we oO get rid of her Oo have made sure she’s not hiding anything. Got it?
Crossing her arms, Alex tilted her head as she listened.
Storm: We can certainly try.
She glanced at Bergmen.
Jaran/Bergmen: Response
Jovenan: Good. Let’s go.
Storm: Understood. ::Turning to Ollie.:: I know you’re good with computers or at least forms, right Ollie?
She fought against the smirk trying to surface.
Jaran/Bergmen: Response
((OOC: I’m splitting Bergmen and Storm here))
Squinting at the mess, Alex shrugged.
Storm: I suppose we should try to find his terminal under this mountain of ::She lowered her voice.:: trash.
Bergmen: Response
She navigated her way toward the desk between the piles.
Storm: Do you have any experience hacking computers?
Bergmen: Response
Storm: Well, I wouldn’t say it’s a tool in my belt. It’s more like a star in my sky. I can sure admire it, but it’s kinda out of my reach.
Bergmen: Response
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Tags / TBC!
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Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
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