Ensign Jaran Jira - Questioning The Help
Jira Jaran
((Office Building, Afalqi Project Launch Complex, Meranuge IV))
Ta’Mora: I’m Ta’Mora.
Jovenan: Hello, Ta’Mora. I’m Jovenan. I’m a scientist.
Jaran: I’m Doctor Jaran. I’m, surprisingly, a doctor.
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: Are you ok? Are you safe?
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?
Jira joined Storm and moved to Jovenan.
Storm: No. I don’t get the impression that she was involved.
Jaran: Not involved, but maybe she could know something? Or had a relationship of some sort with him. Why else would she be here all alone right now? But you’re probably right.
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 have made sure she’s not hiding anything. Got it?
Storm: We can certainly try.
She glanced at Bergmen.
Jaran: ::putting on a non-serious tough voice:: I’ll make her talk.
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: Better than am. That’s why I’m talking to a person.
Bergmen: Response
((OOC: Cutting out Bergmen/Storm tags, as Jira would not be paying attention to them.))
Jira turned to the custodian.
Jaran: Ok, Ta’Mora. I think you know we’re safe by now, right?
The woman nodded, guardedly. She didn’t relax, however.
Jovenan: Response
Jira gestured at what she was holding.
Jaran: Would you mind if I took a look at that? I promise I’ll give it back. ::looking at Jovenan:: Promise.
Jovenan: Response
She cautiously handed the device to Jira. They looked at it, turning it over in their hands.
Jaran: What do you make of this, Commander? I’m not much with the engineering. Is it related to the Afalqi?
Jovenan: Response
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Ensign Jaran Jira