Lt. Commander Doz Finch - Soon Within My Tapestry
Doz Finch
((Building, Upper vIq’mItlth City))
Inside one of the rain drenched buildings, and powered by the promise of a hot brew, Doz and her squad of officers had managed to disarm those firing at them, though not entirely without injury. After checking on her team, grateful for Vesela’s first aid skills, she’d honed in on the one known as Gankech. He was the reason they were in that building at all, and she was hopeful to get something out of him before they moved on to the mines—the location built into the transport device inside J’nara’s necklace.
Finch: If I know one thing about Klingons, it’s that this… all of this. ::She huffed.:: It reeks of dishonour.
Gankech's expression twisted, his eyes darkening, though no words came. Instead, the LEO's piled into the room and began swapping out the ropes tied around him for some of their own sturdier equipment. If they couldn't get anything out of him, then the next step was to visit the mining colony...and find the heirs once and for all.
Gnaxac: Nothin honourable ab-b-bout all this cloak and d-d-dagger!
Basso: Hiding away all that evidence, breaking the necklace, trying to hide your involvement… very shady behavior.
Gnaxac: And k-k-killing lovers, that’s horrible!
Everyone had caught onto the approach, and Gnaxac particularly had taken it in a precise and cutting direction. Next to her, Basso raised an eyebrow, and Vesela glanced at Gnaxac and coughed. The older human blinked between all of them and Gankech, curious to see what he would say.
Basso: Murdering two lovers on a vacation, prestigious ones at that.
Pace: A very good point. Their families will not be happy when they don’t come home.
You could practically feel the man’s irritation, rage, whatever one might call it, bubbling along the rim of his invisible pot. But yet he still refrained from saying anything, which she found rather impressive—it had her wondering whether he worked alone, or worked for someone else. Basso continued on, doing a cracking job despite the injuries she had only just received.
Basso: There was a fancy, but broken, necklace found inside the locker room. I imagine the bathhouse doesn’t pay much if you were trying to hide it.
Vesela glanced at her, perhaps as curious as Doz as to where the Bajoran was taking it.
Basso: You spent a considerable amount of time cleaning out their pockets after spilling their blood, shameful behavior.
Pace: Ruktah and J’nara were just kids, really. You find that honorable?
Gnaxac: I b-b-bet latinum was involved.
Pace: ::Under her breath.:: Why? What is going on here?
Gnaxac: I have n-n-no idea.
As they masterfully weaved their way through a careful and intentional conversation, the older engineer continued to look between them and the bathhouse worker, mind chattering away. Might it have been as simple as a pay out? Were they really working for someone else, doing another's work, fulfilling some sort of request? Was it something else?
Was it something else?
Basso: Response
Pace: ::To Gankech.:: Whatever you’ve done, we’ll find out with or without you. So it might be wise to start talking before you’re arrested and held for a very very very long time.
Gnaxac: A v-v-v-very, v-v-very long time!
Gnaxac’s stuttering went quantum, slightly betraying his bold and courageous stance. Doz simply nodded in agreement, gently holding the Ferengi’s arm to steady him.
Pace / Basso: Response
Gnaxac: ::turning to Doz:: Okay, so what d-d-do we d-d-do with this guy - throw him to the authorities?
The Klingon finally retorted.
Gankech: The heirs are not dead, little man!
The older human’s eyes popped a bit, and she moved in closer, voice eager, teeth scratching at her lower lip with determination.
Finch: Then where are they, Gankech? It’s quite crucial that you cooperate and tell us that at least. Are they in the mines?
The enforcement officers next to the man seemed to tighten his restraints, causing him to growl back at them. Then he turned back to the team, hot air coursing through his nostrils...and so came a momentary quiet.
Gankech: That was their plan.
Pace / Basso: Response
Suddenly the enforcement officers lifted and dragged Gankech down the stairs, putting an end to the conversation. Guttural arguments vibrated through the floors, and then out into the bad weather, followed by the clapping of vehicle doors closing. Brows knitting together, hands gripped onto her hips, she took a moment to mull over his words, before eying up the gathered officers around her with a bit of an awed grin.
Finch: Marvellous job, you lot. It's not a lot, but my god it's something. We’ll leave further questioning to the enforcement officers and start making our way to the mines, shall we?
Pace / Basso / Gnaxac: Response
Finch: We won’t know for certain if he’s telling the truth, but I’m leaning into everything we've gathered so far, and a hopeful mindset. ::She turned to the Elaysian and smiled encouragingly.:: A tapestry with threads that all lead to the same place.
Pace / Basso / Gnaxac: Response
((Inside the Lift, QIn’HuD Mines, veHrom’nagh))
After securing transport, the team had left the rainy conditions of Upper vIq’mItlth City behind, along with Gankech and his comrades, and had soon landed in the mining facility initially discovered in Gnaxac’s relay extrapolations. The lift they were in was a rather dismal one, if she was being honest, lacking all of the warmth and grandiosity of the bathhouse tiles, and had been designed only for its purpose, to move people and equipment and everything else into and out of the rather harrowing depths below.
Finch: We’ve been granted permission to explore every corner of the site, but we’re starting down here as this is where the coordinates from the chip roughly take us. ::She nodded as the lift shuddered and began moving.:: Lieutenant Pace, I have a feeling this is where we’ll need your scientific touch.
She transferred data onto the other tricorders, indicating the sort of environment they were in. The health hazards, the mining equipment, the stable and potentially unstable areas, and the potential setbacks they could encounter with their scans in their continuing search for the heirs.
Pace / Basso / Gnaxac: Response