Lt. JG. Gnai - Interrogation With An Audience
Lich
((Corridor, Deck 6 - USS Eagle-A))
Cautiously, Gnai opened the Jeffrey’s tube, before taking multiple steps back. There was, in fact, a passed out Alomian there, clutching a vial of spores, next to what was very clearly a bioneural pack that had been sabotaged. It stepped back further, dropping its tricorder in a clatter to the ground. Whoops.
Combadge comms weren’t working… but panels still were.
Gnai: ::tapping out a message on a wall panel, to send to the bridge:: =/\= This has found one of the saboteurs… in a Jeffrey’s tube on 6. Please advise as to next steps?? =/\=
Drex: =/\= Good job Mister Gnai. We’re getting a lock on your position. ::pause:: Prepare for immediate beam-up. =/\=
Octil: ::voice broken and dry:: Run...
Did… did the Alomian make a sound? Gnai wasn’t certain, but it did somewhat regret brushing off phaser recertifications after it came back from leave. It’s suit’s hand drifted to where a phaser was attached to its chassis, never used.
Gnai: =/\= Aye, sir. =/\=
With more than a bit of apprehension, Gnai approached the Alomian, ready to drop off its combadge to provide a beacon for the transporter to lock onto, and send them to the brig.
As soon as it dropped the combadge on the alien, the edges of the world started to fuzz as little specks of light swarmed over Gnai’s vision. It was mildly worried that the transporter wouldn’t function correctly, but it was too late to stop it. As the corridor completely vanished into the patterns of the transporter, Gnai had one final thought.
oO Please don’t do a “Tuvix”. Oo
((Short time skip))
((Security Area, Deck 2 - USS Eagle-A))
With the Alomian properly passed out, being extricated from the brig cell that the two of them had been beamed into was extraordinarily easy. The other Alomians, wide awake as they’d been captured before the order to cut life support had been given, had jeered a bit, distinctly displeased that their saboteur had been found out and taken. From what Gnai could glean from this outburst, it seemed that the saboteur was someone of at least some rank (religious leader maybe?? the titles being thrown around had the weight of something like that) and prestige amongst the group.
Upon arrival, Gnai had also been at the receiving end of some light joshing about how it had ended up captive in the brig from the security staff. It tried to take the jokes as well as it could (it seemed everyone was a comedian here), glad at least to just be out of the way of danger once again.
There was little reason to go out and about to the rest of the ship, now that they’d captured the most obvious candidate for sabotage, especially with other teams of more qualified pilots closer to the shuttlebay now, so Gnai stayed put in the security area, waiting for Lt. Cmdr. Drex and Lt. Stendhal to arrive.
When the others did arrive, Gnai got up from where it had been sitting with the security staff, where they had somewhat pressed it into learning an Earther card game to play with them while waiting for their senior officers. Perks of not being too high rank still, it appeared. But duty called, and Gnai was getting curious as to just how much these Brothers of Seth knew about the spores that they wielded.
Drex: Are they awake?
Gnai: Most of the ones captured immediately are. The one that this found… this cannot tell. She appeared to be asleep when this found her, but then she spoke…
The alien hadn’t seemed conscious when Gnai met her, but she had told it to “run”... and then faded once again. Since arrival, she hadn’t done much but shift around in her sleep, but she could also be faking it. Gnai wouldn’t put it past a saboteur to do so.
Zebba/Stendhal: Response
Octil: Response?
Well, maybe they were more awake than Gnai had assumed.
Drex: I’ve ordered the bioneural connections on Deck 6 severed, so the damage is now contained to that deck. Your attempt to harm the ship has failed. ::He wasn’t entirely sure the intervention would fully isolate the spread, but if he sounded confident, it might just be convincing enough.::We won’t harm you, but we need information. About the spores and about what is going on on your sacred moon which is about to annihilate your people.
That was good news, great news even. Anything they could do to save the ship from being impacted by the spores was good… Gnai had no desire to lose the ship that it had just joined to something like that.
Zebba/Stendhal: Response
Gnai: How did you get these spores? Did someone give them to you? Did you cultivate them yourselves…?
Octil: Response
Zebba/Stendhal/Drex: Response
Some of the Alomians in other cells jeered, voices overlapping into an incoherent din. They were making their protests of her treatment loud and clear, and perhaps attempting to drown out any of the questions being asked of their saboteur-leader (or her responses). Or maybe showing their dissatisfaction towards her for being captured… Gnai wasn’t certain either way. Large portions of what they were saying weren’t caught and translated by the Universal Translator, they were meant for the saboteur and her alone.
Octil: Response
Zebba/Stendhal/Drex: Response
Or, on the third tendril, this was meant to be directed at Mister Zebba. He was very obviously free, and they were not… and he was (for all appearances) helping Starfleet, and thus perhaps betraying his cause. Not that he was allied with this sect, but he certainly hadn’t been friendly to Starfleet from the start…
Gnai: ::to Lt. Cmdr. Drex:: Perhaps this one ::pointing to Octil:: should be removed from the others. Their presence might be influencing what she wants to say.
Maybe this would go more smoothly without an audience (well, it would at least be easier to communicate). Gnai had no idea if she'd be more open to talking, but they might as well try, it thought.
Drex: Response
Zebba/Stendhal: Response
Octil: Response
TAGS / TBC