MSNPC Cikron Tram Primary Warden ~ On who's authority?
Roxanna Dorion
((Alpha Trionus Prison Facility ~ Warden's office))
Cikron Tram was agitated. He had permitted the private conversation with the female Lieutenant with hopes her experiences would help shed light onto his brick wall of research. Although, just when they began to speak of interesting matters, the bullish Captain and his lanky lacky came in with the subtlety of a targ stampede.
His patience, what little remained in his psyche, was thinning.
Tram: My duties are more overseeing the residents of the facility.
He was being entirely truthful. His responsibilities were to keep the prisoners detained. Why, he wasn't entirely sure. So far communications with the Lattice Alliance were mostly exchanged via phaser blasting and other more violent means.
He assumed these various POWs would be used as a prisoner exchange, however until meeting the Lieutenant, it was believed the Lattice Alliance wasn't in the business of taking prisoners.
A.Dewitt: The err ‘residents’. Have you learned anything from them?
And here was his entire conundrum. He had absolutely nothing to show for his research. He had changed methodologies, fine tuned the interrogation efforts, and yet? He didn't know more about these beings than he had walking into this accursed place. But from his days in the resistance, fighting against the occupation of Betazed, he had to persevere.
Or else the...incident...would be for not. And that was entirely unacceptable. He kept his tone bland, and answered as much as he felt the officers could digest. Truthfully, he didn't have much hope for this Captain. Perhaps if he had access to some crayons they could come to an understanding.
Tram: The communication is...simplistic. The Sheliak speak in a bastardized version of Federation standard. Beyond basic life care, I am not in the business of playing dutiful host. Previous attempts at motive have stalled. It seems they view us as nothing more than an inconvenient infestation requiring cleansing as they expand on their empire. Rather straightforward and simplistic. A similar sentiment held by the Changelings.
Shayne: The fact that you’ve made any kind of progress understanding their language is… remarkable.
His busy brows furrowed. The Captain had once again made an incorrect assumption. He barely contained the eyeroll.
A.Dewitt: Mr Tram :pause: How did you achieve that?
Tram: I believe you misunderstand me. I have not gleaned any insight into their native tongue. Any communications I've had with the detainees has been them speaking a crude version of Federation Standard. Anything said in their own language is still maddeningly enough a mystery. I've examined several members of the Sheliak, and a small amount of the Tholian, and am no further in cracking their language than I was before my arrival.
It infuriated him. He ran every algorithm he could concoct. He began recording his examinations in case a noise was repeated, and thus could potentially be a word or phrase, but the damn bastards stopped making any sort of noise at all. Beyond the blatant threats against himself and the Federation, spoken in stilted Federation standard.
It wasn't until...the incident...he was able to determine their communications came as a series of fluid secretions in various pockets around what would be considered the mouth region.
Shayne: And these… examinations… they were voluntary?
Cikron held the gaze of the Captain. He did not like what the man was so casually implying. If his mental patterns weren't screaming it, the pause in his speech was a beacon of suspicion.
Tram: It is well within my duties to examine the detainees to ensure they have not become ill, or have any kind of communicable infection that could spread. I take my job seriously, Captain. I am not here to coddle them. ::scoffing:: You act as if I am to befriend these...beings. The information I have gleaned has come from hours of dedication on my part. But the Sheliak and I have come to an...understanding of sorts.
Well, mostly it was...the incident...funny how a little unintended exsanguination communicated everything without a single word spoken.
A.Dewitt: How long did it take to establish?
Matthews: Except the Sheliak language is complex, so much so that while we are still grappling with it. The ‘bastardized’ version of federation standard you’re talking about. It is one of several federation languages, they have mastered. They find federation standard incoherent or something along those lines. They just don’t deem to use it.
His flat stare returned to the lanky one again.
Tram: Yes. Very astute of you to observe that.
Shayne: Response
His tone, and his glare were flat.
A.Dewitt: Do they understand what you are doing?
Matthews: And have they been given the chance to consent?
This was becoming redundant. His least favorite. Again, his gaze maintained a flat, humourless glare.
Tram: We are discussing prisoners, are we not? Did they ask Lieutenant Dewitt for her consent before....?
He left the answer on the wind. They weren't seeing the larger picture, and it wasn't in Cikron's nature to hand hold them to it.
Shayne: Response
A.Dewitt: Mr Tram would it be possible to visit one of your :pause: subjects?
His face stayed neutral, if he flat out refused, it would bring further questions.
Tram: Is this part of the reason for your unannounced visit? A welfare check upon the beings we are on the brink of war with? Beings who caused thousands of lives to be lost all across the Isles..?
Matthews: It might be a good idea for us to check up on the prisoners then after all, sir. I think I’d like to speak with them.
Shayne: Response
Tram: ::his obsidian eyes flashed dangerously:: Am I to understand you have somehow cracked the language barrier? How will you go about communicating? If they choose not to answer you, have to come upon a device to decode the impossible? ::scoffing:: Do not waste my time.
Matthews: :: Fingering the tricorder at his side :: I know a few of the languages listed that the Sheliak are fluent in. It should be fine. Maybe I can call in a communication officer for backup? B’Ella maybe?
Shayne: Response
Tram: ::clearly agitated:: Oh, you speak several languages the Sheliak have learned have you? Wow. Color me impressed. I have clearly not tried other languages to communicate. By the blessed Four, if only you had arrived sooner. Whatever would I have done without your valuable insight.
Matthews/Dewitt/Shayne: Response
He was pushing the boundaries of decorum, but considering the present company, in his mind he was downright gentlemanly.
Tram: ::tossing his hands up dramatically:: You come to my station on this accursed rocky hovel, and now I am being questioned on how to perform my duties? You wish to inspect my lab?
Matthews/Dewitt/Shayne: Response
It was as if no one had spoken, his tirad continued.
Tram: Without prior notice, and completely Uninvited I might add. Captain, let me see your orders of inspection. I will determine how legitimate they are and what all I am required to comply with. ::he stood, his wild eyes taking on a manic sort of gleam:: Present them for my inspection, or vacate this facility.
Matthews/Dewitt/Shayne: Response
TAG/TBC
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MSNPC Cikron Tram Primary WardenDetention Facility 03949 "The Crack"
Alpha Trionus II
As simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0