Lieutenant JG Vesela Pace - Romantic Getaways are in the Eyes of the Beholders
C Souers
(( H’thamtuhko Bathhouse, Upper vIq’Mitlth City ))
Pace: I think it’s either in… that. Or around it somewhere.
Basso: Tube grub in a latinum mine indeed.
Finch: Transportation components have come on leaps and bounds over the last few decades. Marvellous for keeping equipment small, but a nuisance if you’ve a tendency to misplace things.
Gnaxac chortled and pulled out one of the drawers as level as he could, which was a remarkable feat given the wanton destruction of the suite. Engineers seemed to be miracle workers no matter the job it seemed!
Gnaxac: Ch-ch-check what’s left of the drawers.
Ensign Basso carefully bent down to search for the chip, tricorder on the scent.
Basso: How tiny is this electronic chip?
Finch: Half a finger nail, and the smallest one at that.
Gnaxac: So in a word, t-t-tiny.
Pace: ::Dryly.:: Perfect for finding.
Basso began moving larger debris to the side and amassing quite the amount of smaller debris, about the size of the chip. The Lieutenant Commander chewed her bottom lip, staring intently towards the general vicinity of the chip. Vesela wondered what kind of information she was getting from her enhancer, she’d have to ask her more about the technology when they had some downtime.
Lieutenant Gnaxac peered through the drawer once more, but it seemed he had no luck in finding the chip either.
Basso: Please be nice to me, chip. ::She spoke to her pile of trash, before looking up at the group.:: Anything here that matches the transporter relay?
Finch: There! Right by your hand. Silver and square with little legs on all sides. Here, I’ll shine my torch on it.
Gnaxac: Where?!
Basso: Here!
Vesela just pumped a fist in victory as Ensign Basso handed the tiny chip to Finch, who had the smile of someone who just won a marathon. She examined the chip in all its tiny glory, then handed it over to the Lieutenant.
Finch: We’ll try attaching it to the relay first shall we, and then see if we can pull out any pre-planned transport details.
Gnaxac nodded and carefully plugged the chip into the relay.
Gnaxac: Right, here we g-g-g-go. ::His tricorder started to scan the necklace.:: Oooh, g-g-getting some fragmented d-d-data.
Basso: Anything useable?
Vesela sincerely hoped so. It wouldn’t be professional to cry on the job, but she sure might.
The Lieutenant raised a brow.
Gnaxac: Looks like the transporter b-b-beam was programmed to g-g-g-go to… a mining c-c-colony? Surely that c-c-can’t be correct?
Basso: Not exactly a romantic getaway, unless you’re a geologist.
Vesela opened her mouth to reveal that two of her classmates at the Academy had indeed gone on a date to a mine, and then remembered that they were in fact geologists. She shut her mouth.
Pace: ::After a short pause.:: Even if not a romantic getaway, if a getaway was what they were after a colony would do.
Finch: Response
Basso typed the coordinates into her tricorder to find more information on the colony.
Basso: If I remember correctly, the Great House vItoS rules the planet, but QIn’HuD and Qup’Dev each own mines on the planet, right?
Pace: I think so, but I must admit I tuned out a little during the briefing. Klingon politics can be so confusing!
Finch / Gnaxac: Response
Ensign Basso squinted at her tricorder once more.
Basso: It appears that the mining colony for J’nara’s transporter relay isn’t for the Qup’Dev but for QIn’HuD. Why would it be for her family’s opposing house?
Pace: Isn’t QIn’HuD Ruktah’s house?
Finch / Gnaxac: Response
Pace: But… why his over hers? If they didn’t want to be found, wouldn’t you think as far away as possible would be best?
Finch / Gnaxac / Basso: Response
Vesela took a deep breath and tried to put herself in their place.
Pace: Does the colony have a busy spaceport? Despite being QIn’HuD territory, it might still be the best place to “disappear”?
Finch / Gnaxac / Basso: Response
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Lieutenant JG Vesela Pace
Science Officer
USS Gorkon (NCC-82293)
G240106VP4