Lt. JG Natasha Cole - Arrival on Andoria
Natasha Schell
((Shuttle Griffin, Enroute to Andoria))
Sambur: They are required to provide us a secure place, under their jurisdiction, from which to question him. But not to transfer either him or Cassie into Starfleet custody or even hold him any longer afterwards. His legal status will be determined by the results of the questioning.
Cole: They’ll cooperate as much as they’re able too. If Kona resists or causes any additional issues, that’ll only help our side of the case.
Storm: From your lips to the Four’s ears.
Sambur: Antares skipping out on his bills on Arbazan in favor of avoiding any uncomfortable conversations with yourself or your client could prove very useful in establishing consciousness of guilt. I’d appreciate a copy of your findings for my records.
Nat clicked the display off returning the main view screen to the streaking lights of stars.
Cole: Anyone else have questions, comments, concerns?
H’aal: Plan you have, paperwork with locals there Mr. Lawyerman will cover… I have a box of Saurian brandy packed, for friends and family. Anything else?
Jaran: I'll be entirely honest and say I'm not sure what all specifically I have to offer other than a plucky attitude and a desire to help. But it's there!
Storm: You’re here because I don’t trust Kona, and I need peace of mind that we will all leave in peace - and in one piece. We’d be foolish to come without a doctor.
Sambur: Response
Cole: ETA to Andoria… Fifteen minutes.
Storm: I’m going to try to block my abilities completely until after we’re on the ground. I don’t want him sensing me and trying to take off.
Sambur: Response
She keyed up the local weather and winced. Good thing she packed the extra thick socks.
Cole: Weather reports indicate that it is a balmy negative twenty eight degrees celsius. So bundle up extra carefully.
Jaran: My teeth are already chattering.
Storm: Fortunately, the wind is likely howling so loudly that we won’t be able to hear your teeth.
Sambur: Response
H’aal stepped closer and leaned toward Natasha, smiling.
H’aal: Mrs. Cole, can you ask Arrival Control whether Thoras from Customs is on duty today? If he would be, just say hello to him from me and tell him I have something to declare. ::blinks one eye::
Nat stared at H’aal for a moment, and blinked at him slowly after his request, his wink was not helping sell the efficacy of the request.
Cole: As long as I don’t end up in an Andorican jail.
Jira raised an eyebrow. Alex leaned over and said in a conspiratorial tone…
Storm: I think he’s referring to his Saurian Brandy.
Sambur: Response
H’aal smiled before moving back to his seat and buckled himself in.
H’aal: Andoria, here we go.
Jaran: Hopefully, we'll be in and out with no complications.
Storm: And with my daughter in hand - please.
Cole: That’s our goal.
Sambur: Response
Jira sat back in their seat and closed their eyes.
Jaran: ::still leaning back with eyes closed:: You know, I did my internship at the Sector General on Andoria.
Storm: I didn’t know that. Did you enjoy it?
Cole: Jira, every time we chat, I learn something new.
H'aal/Sambur: Response
Jaran: No, unfortunately. I basically never left the hospital. You know how medical internships go.
Alex stood and moved to a bag she had in the back of the shuttle. She produced various pieces of gear from a second insulated shirt with a hood and other items. \
Storm: Hey, I’ve been here before. I learned my lesson then when my nose nearly got frostbitten. That cold is nothing to sneeze at.
Alex tipped her head from side to side.
Storm: But it has been known to cause people to sneeze because it freezes the nasal lining.
Cole: Good thing we brought a doctor.
Sambur/H'aal: Response
Jaran: I hadn't really considered it until now. The Sector General isn't anywhere near the Eastern Ice Shelf, but I may have a contact in Laibok. Is that helpful at all?
Storm: If Kona runs that way, it might be…
Alex’s voice trailed off.
Storm: … Just…please don’t chase him into the cold with Cassie.
She looked up and a chuckle died on her lips. She started breathing in and out and lay her head in her hands, fighting for composure.
Cole: We’ll direct them into a situation that adds to the difficulty.
Sambur/H'aal: Response
Holding up one hand, Alex’s other covered her eyes for a five count. As she blew out one more long breath, her second hand fell.
Storm: I’m sorry…It’s just…
Alex’s eyes went wide and a shaky smile slipped onto her lips as her head nodded, but she only held that attitude for a moment before slipping from her seat and walking to the back of the shuttle.
Cole: Response
H'aal/Sambur/Jaran: Response
Storm: It’s just hard. I’ve been so close before. I can’t miss them again.
Alex’s head nodded twice as she spoke.
Cole: We’re on his tale and none of us want to get distracted.
H'aal/Sambur/Jaran: Response
Taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, Alex turned around. With a hard swallow and a confident nod, she said…
Storm: Nat, get us on the ground. We’ve got some hunting to do.
Cole: Aye, you got it.
Natasha waiting for their clearance to be authorised to step in a series vomplains , basically a
H'aal/Sambur/Jaran: Response
Cole: =/\= Central this is Starfleet shuttle Griffin, Is Thomas from the customs agent for some of companionship. =\/=
Central: We can confirm that Thomas. Is in the mail hanger.
H'aal/Sambur/Jaran/Storm: Response
Cole: Well that may prove to be nothing, but a help.
H'aal/Sambur/Jaran/Storm: this Response
Tags/TBC
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Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240205NC4