Ensign Imril - Focus On But One Target!
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Chris Taylor
Jan 13, 2025, 11:02:11 PM1/13/25
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(OOC: The only background I had in mind for B’Equ is that she’s the daughter of the mercenary/ possible rogue archaeologist from the TNG “Gambit” two-parter: https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Koral_(Klingon) )
((Conference Room of the Vahr’sto - Wallace Colony, Kahines II))
Trorin: The Empire’s records show that this planetoid used to be on the outer edges of the First Empire. It was a penal facility aimed at the isolation and removal of politically sensitive prisoners.
The silently heated interplay between B’Equ and Trorin reminded Imril of events on the shuttlecraft. Imril watched Ebova without watching her, looking for some idea of how she would handle her subordinates. She seemed unconcerned.Imril, though, was still reeling from the multiple indignities heaped upon his superior officer in so short a time.
Sadar: Were you able to ascertain the approximate timeframe of its active service? The lifespan of the First Empire is too long to give an accurate description of the political situation at the time of the prison’s service.
B’Equ took a sharp breath, and Imril suspected she was about to let it out as another bullysome accusation. Administrator Baum stepped in first.
Baum: Is that really important to this discussion?
The Doctor was prepared for him.
Sadar: Step 3 of Archaeological Surveys: Gather background information. Similar to how Archaeologist B’Equ was able to theorize on the function of the towers based on their foundation’s placement in relation to the walls, so too must my team have basic knowledge of the prison and the political context of its time period if we’re to be able to make conjecture during our excavation.
Baum and B’Equ both shifted their postures towards Sadar. But this time, Ebova took action. With but a raised hand she drew all ears and eyes to herself.
Ebova: Trorin. ::brief pause:: Send the information you gathered to the Federation Team’s computers.
Trorin: Understood.
Trorin took up the padd which had been laying on the table before him. Thicker than a standard Kligon padd and reinforced with bands of metal, the think looked like ot could be used to hold an airlock door open. A few beeps and swipes later, Imril’s own padd made a chirp of data acceptance. The title page of the document was of course decorated with the tri-blade emblem of the Klingon Empire.
Imril: Information received. I look forward to catching myself up. One last question at this time from me. Have you detected any energy spikes or specialized metals or crystals that might be indicative of any technologies left behind?
It seemed obvious to Imril that such things could be used as anchor points for scanning and cartography, so they didn’t state as much.
Sadar: I’d be surprised if any of the technology of the time survived to this day, but it seems worth a shot. ::to B’Equ:: Have you had time to conduct a subterranean echo survey? Or is the prison too eroded for that to be a valid option?
B’Equ growled, her arms crossed in refusal. Once more, Train answered for her.
Trorin: Not yet.
Ebova: Attempting it without a thorough analysis of the rock layers around the prison risks causing fractures that might damage the integrity of the ruins.
Sadar: Ensign Imril, is that something we could do with the Griffin’s sensors?
Imril: Plenty, starting with a close-range full-spectrum scan. From there, we can fine-tune the system to better adapt to the local geology. ::to Trorin:: I presume that any data you’ve collected on the rock layer thus far is also in the packet you just sent us? Mineral composition and such?
Trorin: It is.
Imril: The sooner I get started, then, the better.
Sadar: Response
Ebova : Then there is nothing left to say here. We have an encampment near the region of the section of the dig which I spoke of. When your team has something of interest to provide to this expedition, seek us there.
The Head Archeologist rose up from her chair, and just like that, the meeting was over. B’Equ shot Trorin another dirty look as they stood to follow their colleagues out the door. He returned one that seemed very much bored and unimpressed. Like she was something trivial. Her eyes narrowed further, but the two of them left without fists or blade being thrown about.
Imril had been so focused on watching that interplay -- and on pretending to look over the new notes as they did so -- they’d missed Baum’s exit from the room entirely.
Sadar: Response
Imril stood up and followed the lieutenant out of the door. The conference room opened up into a short hallway which lead to a wide-open air-lock. The doors to either side were all closed and marked ‘Crew Access Only.’ Baum was already headed down the ramp, very much alone. Ebova shared some unheard words with her collages before heading through one of the doors.
Imril: ::To Sadar:: Well, that went… That went.
Sadar: Response
TAG/TBC
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12
((Conference Room of the Vahr’sto - Wallace Colony, Kahines II))
Trorin: The Empire’s records show that this planetoid used to be on the outer edges of the First Empire. It was a penal facility aimed at the isolation and removal of politically sensitive prisoners.
The silently heated interplay between B’Equ and Trorin reminded Imril of events on the shuttlecraft. Imril watched Ebova without watching her, looking for some idea of how she would handle her subordinates. She seemed unconcerned.Imril, though, was still reeling from the multiple indignities heaped upon his superior officer in so short a time.
Sadar: Were you able to ascertain the approximate timeframe of its active service? The lifespan of the First Empire is too long to give an accurate description of the political situation at the time of the prison’s service.
B’Equ took a sharp breath, and Imril suspected she was about to let it out as another bullysome accusation. Administrator Baum stepped in first.
Baum: Is that really important to this discussion?
The Doctor was prepared for him.
Sadar: Step 3 of Archaeological Surveys: Gather background information. Similar to how Archaeologist B’Equ was able to theorize on the function of the towers based on their foundation’s placement in relation to the walls, so too must my team have basic knowledge of the prison and the political context of its time period if we’re to be able to make conjecture during our excavation.
Baum and B’Equ both shifted their postures towards Sadar. But this time, Ebova took action. With but a raised hand she drew all ears and eyes to herself.
Ebova: Trorin. ::brief pause:: Send the information you gathered to the Federation Team’s computers.
Trorin: Understood.
Trorin took up the padd which had been laying on the table before him. Thicker than a standard Kligon padd and reinforced with bands of metal, the think looked like ot could be used to hold an airlock door open. A few beeps and swipes later, Imril’s own padd made a chirp of data acceptance. The title page of the document was of course decorated with the tri-blade emblem of the Klingon Empire.
Imril: Information received. I look forward to catching myself up. One last question at this time from me. Have you detected any energy spikes or specialized metals or crystals that might be indicative of any technologies left behind?
It seemed obvious to Imril that such things could be used as anchor points for scanning and cartography, so they didn’t state as much.
Sadar: I’d be surprised if any of the technology of the time survived to this day, but it seems worth a shot. ::to B’Equ:: Have you had time to conduct a subterranean echo survey? Or is the prison too eroded for that to be a valid option?
B’Equ growled, her arms crossed in refusal. Once more, Train answered for her.
Trorin: Not yet.
Ebova: Attempting it without a thorough analysis of the rock layers around the prison risks causing fractures that might damage the integrity of the ruins.
Sadar: Ensign Imril, is that something we could do with the Griffin’s sensors?
Imril: Plenty, starting with a close-range full-spectrum scan. From there, we can fine-tune the system to better adapt to the local geology. ::to Trorin:: I presume that any data you’ve collected on the rock layer thus far is also in the packet you just sent us? Mineral composition and such?
Trorin: It is.
Imril: The sooner I get started, then, the better.
Sadar: Response
Ebova : Then there is nothing left to say here. We have an encampment near the region of the section of the dig which I spoke of. When your team has something of interest to provide to this expedition, seek us there.
The Head Archeologist rose up from her chair, and just like that, the meeting was over. B’Equ shot Trorin another dirty look as they stood to follow their colleagues out the door. He returned one that seemed very much bored and unimpressed. Like she was something trivial. Her eyes narrowed further, but the two of them left without fists or blade being thrown about.
Imril had been so focused on watching that interplay -- and on pretending to look over the new notes as they did so -- they’d missed Baum’s exit from the room entirely.
Sadar: Response
Imril stood up and followed the lieutenant out of the door. The conference room opened up into a short hallway which lead to a wide-open air-lock. The doors to either side were all closed and marked ‘Crew Access Only.’ Baum was already headed down the ramp, very much alone. Ebova shared some unheard words with her collages before heading through one of the doors.
Imril: ::To Sadar:: Well, that went… That went.
Sadar: Response
TAG/TBC
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12
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