Ensign Spelvan - Friend or Foe?
Tara Miner
((Inside the Warehouse, Lower vIq'mItlh City))
After a tumultuous fire-fight in which Spelvan had almost been kidnapped and then broken his wrist, things seemed to be settling down a little bit. The Klingons had all been knocked out, Spelvan's wrist taken care of as best as could be, and the Starfleet officers were discussing next steps.
Spelvan: Commander, did you obtain a sample of our vegetable of interest? We should send it to the Gorkon right away.
Tahna: Yes, and we should check out that office.
Auricsdóttir: I hope we find something after all the trouble we have had.
Spelvan nodded in agreement with Astrid as the commanding officer sent the vegetable off to the Gorkon. The Vulcan also hoped that he would not incur any more injuries – he was concerned that Neathler and Tahna would now think less of his abilities. And frankly, it was embarrassing to have to be rescued and helped – he was the doctor, he was meant to be support.
The team made their way into the office, which held a computer and some work stations. The security officer took a stab at pressing a few buttons on the computer and finally, finally the alarm ceased. Whether it was from something that Neathler had done or if it was timed Spelvan did not know and did not care. His sensitive ears at last had a break.
Tahna: Anyone skilled at hacking?
Auricsdóttir: Maybe… I can try at least.
Astrid sat down at a workstation and began what appeared to be tedious work – fiddling with the hardware using her tricorder. Spelvan had never been particularly skilled with hacking in that fashion, though he had picked up a few tricks to get faulty medical equipment to do what he wanted it to.
He tagged along with Tahna as she opened up some drawers, finding PADDs and a map. It was quiet now without the alarm, and it made Spelvan a little nervous, as if a hidden Klingon was lying in wait for the best moment to pop out. He pulled open a cabinet door and reflexively jumped a bit as a rat-like creature stared at him, gnawing on a long-forgotten snack stash before scurrying away.
Spelvan: There are small mammals here. They may be attracted by the ample food source.
The Vulcan glanced over at the security officer as she stretched – and winced – in her chair. She had refused his medical assistance earlier but it was clear that the fight had taken its toll. Spelvan made a note to ask Neathler if she'd like a hypo for pain relief later, when they had some privacy. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel singled out.
Their commander seemed to be studying the map she had found with interest.
Tahna: There’s another room, a bit bigger than this one, in the back of the warehouse. It’s not clear what it contains. Could be worth a look.
The room could contain anything – but hopefully some more clues. They may have found the source of the drug, but it was still unclear why it was being distributed, how it was produced, and by whom.
Spelvan: It sounds as good a next step as any.
Auricsdóttir: :: Turning away from the workstation to look at the rest of the team. :: It may be worth checking the Klingons, to see if they carry anything.
Neathler: They’ve been stripped from weapons, and they didn’t carry any extra PADDs when I checked them. ::She looked at Tahna.:: I didn’t search for smaller items like data chips or such.
Spelvan didn't blame her – it had probably been enough effort to tie them up quickly and efficiently. They were still on a time crunch after all, and it was more important that they were disarmed.
Spelvan: It may be risky to search them further.
Tahna: Response
Auricsdóttir: I am in, but the files are all encrypted. We could break them eventually, but it would be much faster if we found a data chip with the key.
A data chip that could either have been on one of the Klingon's person, or perhaps hidden away somewhere else. Either option might take too long to execute.
Neathler: I guess we can search the Klingons again, or find another way in.
Spelvan: It seems their security is better than we first anticipated.
Tahna: Response
The helms officer seemed concerned as she looked at her computer screen.
Auricsdóttir: The security system just registered the door opening. The same door we used. We may have company, or one of the Klingons may have woken up.
Neathler: Or another shuttle landed.
Splevan: Neither option is ideal.
Tahna: Response
Spelvan took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He did not want to get in another altercation today.
Then again, the circumstances were more favorable now than they had been earlier. It wasn't likely that a whole crowd of Klingons had arrived in the shuttle, and even if one of the downed Klingons had woken up, they were all weaponless. Splevan decided that he was satisfied with these odds and stood a bit straighter.
Neathler: We should greet them as fast as possible, without them discovering the other Klingons.
Spelvan: Perhaps we can get them to leave quickly somehow as well.
Tahna / Auricsdóttir: Response
Neathler: I suggest we all go together and close this door.
Spelvan silently nodded. It would be worse if they were found here, clearly intruders snooping around.
Tahna / Auricsdóttir: Response
The group walked together into the aisles of fruits and veggies, Spelvan making sure the door was closed behind them.
A Klingon stood in the back entrance that they had entered before, hands holding his stomach.
Kra’Neth: Hello.
Tahna / Auricsdóttir: Response
There was something different about this Klingon. He did not posture himself in a threatening manner – in fact, the fact that he was holding his stomach was concerning.
Splevan took out his medical tricorder and did a quick scan – the Klingon was indeed injured, though at this moment not life-threateningly so. There was a laceration on his abdomen deep enough that left untreated, might cause blood loss. But the doctor wouldn't know for sure until he took a closer look.
Spelvan: ::he lifted his hand and lowered it, remembering just in time that this was not a place to do the Vulcan salute:: Greetings. You appear to be wounded. May I examine you? I am a medical professional.
Kra’Neth: Response
As much as he wanted to immediately provide assistance, Spelvan valued consent from his patients. Though he had not met many Klingons, he knew that they cherished independence and did not look very kindly upon doctors.
Spelvan's regular tricorder beeped – it was the results from the lab on the Gorkon. It seemed that the part of the vegetable used to make the drug were the seeds, and that on its own the vegetable was not dangerous. There was one answer, at least.
Spelvan: ::in a whispered tone to the other officers:: We have additional information from the ship.
Tahna / Auricsdóttir / Neathler: Response
The Vulcan turned back to the Klingon, debating on what to say. Clearly they could not pass themselves off as Klingons, and there were still splatters on the ground where Spelvan had tossed about all the fruits and vegetables. He decided a vague approach would be best (for now at least).
Spelvan: We... apologize for the mess. We mean no harm.
Tahna / Auricsdóttir / Neathler: Response
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Ensign Spelvan
Medical Officer
USS-Gorkon
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