Lt. Commander Samira Neathler - It never ends
Samira Neathler
((Outside the Greenhouse - Lower vIq'mItlh City))
She took a few steps closer towards the Klingon, removing her hood and looked up towards the tall man, knowing that she probably made little impression on the man. His breathing never faltered even if she stood this close to him.
Neathler: The thing is, we are Starfleet, we’re giving you as much chance to cooperate as your friends. I mean you wouldn’t want to spend a few years longer in jail because we did not give you the same chance to spill the beans or fruit, would you?
Kra’Neth. As she faced this tall Klingon in the pouring rain, it suddenly flashed through her mind that if these guys were waiting for Kra’Neth, that the wounded Klingon wasn’t in the warehouse anymore, as she had thought earlier. Astrid had teleported him to the Gorkon when Spelvan had established that his wounds were too severe.
Not losing eye contact with the Klingon in front of her, she slowly took a breath. It wasn’t the first slip or mistake she had made these last few hours. Maybe she needed a break.
The Klingon didn’t seem impressed by her posture, and why should he? But in the end his shoulders sagged a little, it was barely noticeable.
Tahna: What’s your name?
Grahl: Grahl.
Another name, maybe one they’d find in the data currently stored on the PADDs they had retrieved earlier.
Spelvan: ::he removed his hood as well:: I am Spelvan. It is a pity we are meeting under such circumstances.
She nodded as she took a step back, giving him a silent sign to continue.
Neathler: Neathler.
Tahna: Grahl. Do you know who’s running this operation?
Grahl: No, but I can lead you to people who do. They just wanted to destabilize QIn’Hud’s mining operations, but it sounds like it got out of hand.
She heard Spelvan breathe a small sigh. The connections the Vulcan had uttered earlier had been correct..
Spelvan: Unfortunately, it appears that it did.
Tahna: Who are they, Grahl?
Grahl: Qup'Dev, obviously. But I don’t think this was an authorized operation. Drugging workers like this… ::He shook his head.:: To kill like that is dishonorable. I thought the stuff was just recreational.
Spelvan: The nature of drugs is that even 'recreational' dosages can lead to addiction and long-term harm.
Dying in a hospital bed or in the back alley of the streets was indeed not an honorable death. Whether it was on purpose or not, no matter what species, the last hours of a person shouldn’t be like what they had witnessed at the hospital the first hour they had set foot in the colony.
Tahna: We appreciate your cooperation. You’ve done the right thing. ::Meru looked at Commander Neathler and Doctor Spelvan.:: Let’s call in the local authorities and get this place cleaned up.
Not only the place needed to be cleaned up, Samira could do with a shower and a dry set of clothes.
Spelvan: Thank you, Grahl. ::to Commanders Neathler and Tahna:: Agreed. Let us complete our assignment.
She nodded to the tall Klingon.
Neathler: I’ll make sure to mention your cooperation, Grahl, and hopefully the authorities will be able to put a stop to all this. ::She paused briefly.:: Even if it is only one person that they can keep away from those drugs.
If there were corrupt people mingled with the authorities, it wouldn’t matter much. Unless the information they had gathered in the warehouse gave them enough names so they could arrest the majority. She looked at Tahna and Spelvan, nodding in agreement. It was time to call in the cavalry and head back to the ship.
Maybe she would have gone for a drink with Grahl instead if Samira had known the amount of work and extra guests in both the brig and in sickbay that awaited her on the ship.