Ensign Haukea-Willow - No Comment
Aly Drolet
((Cardassian Embassy, Sannin VII))
Continuing to speculate, the three of them walked further down the main corridor. Haukea herself kept her head down, concentrating intensely on the triPADD data readings. Before, while the data had been unusual, now it was off the charts. The supposed background radiation was nearly obscuring the whole data set. If radiation could be heard, it would be a high pitched buzz, causing them to cover their ears. Haukea almost wanted to do just that as a dramatic demonstration; to convey her confusion, the absurdity of the whole body switching. However she remained professional in bringing attention to the issue.
Willow (as Sherlock): ::Allowing the others to peek at the triPADD:: Look here. The supposed background radiation is practically obscuring all other data points. It wasn’t like that before.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Huh… it’s probably technological.
Willow (as Sherlock): That wasn’t my first thought. Care to explain more?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Well, most of these wavelengths are in spectral ranges that I initially dismissed as probably emanating from more or less trivial technology… I admit that might have been a bit arbitrary, but, well, we needed something to filter out the mess, so I thought… oO Hands. oO Anyway, it’s fortunate we capped the intensity on the filter, or we might have missed this.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): So, it's possible all this is actually targeted. If it's not a natural source.
Willow (as Sherlock): Either the signal is being produced manually, as a source of energy, naturally, or something else is interfering.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Well, that’s the catch, isn’t it? The fact that any given kind of device might produce such wavelengths of radiation in the first place means it’s largely impossible to make a guess at the nature of their source… except that it must be something substantial. ::pondering, stopping just short of scratching the side of his head:: Some sort of actual power source, perhaps fusion-based? I imagine an embassy might have a backup like that. ::Looking at Willow, because she was currently embodying the security chief:: What kind of weaponry would be expected from Cardassian embassy security, sir? Some less… sanitized phaser technology than Starfleet’s might release any kind of electromagnetic radiation, even when idle.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): I mean, anything is possible at this point. ::shrugging her/his shoulders::
Willow (as Sherlock): Cardassian weaponry is rather utilitarian in design. They value designs that represent efficiency and functionality. I am uncertain if these readings are consistent with such weapon signatures.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): As tentatively interesting as these readings are, I am simply not versed enough with technological energy signatures to say. We might be looking at a Cardassian armoury, a backup generator, or completely alien technology…. Under less adverse circumstances, I would suggest obtaining an engineering opinion.
Willow (as Sherlock): I agree. Personally I could make sense of these data readings if I only had more time to sit with them.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Willow ::pointing to her own body::, can you pinpoint the source of...
It was at that particular instance that an unknown individual was spotted eavesdropping. The individual appeared to be female in features, but the species was currently escaping Haukea’s mind, as the woman gave a startled exclamation, attempting to run away.
Iru: Shit - ::she turned to run… Well wobble - away from them. Her knobby knees and brittle ankles didn’t give her the speeded needed for a good getaway::
In an instant Haukea-Willow was tapped on the shoulder, prompting her to move. She must have been in a haze, one of her daydreams since she hadn’t reacted appropriately initially. Nevertheless, she merely had to take a few strides in order to step in front of the unknown woman.
Iru: Strange readings, huh? Already know what’s killing off those poor Cardassian hybrids. ::her tone laced with confidence, arrogance and accusations::
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): ::forgetting for a moment she wasn't in her own body and being mildly offended by the accusatory tone:: Excuse you?
Willow (as Sherlock): Hold on. Let’s not get upset. I’m Hau- ::It took her a mere second to realize that in order to keep up the act she had to use the name belonging to her current body:: Aine Sherlock. And you are?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Response
Iru: Who am I?! ::her voice was squawky and every syllable seemed to scrape from the back of her throat. She threw her head back, pointed nose right up into the air.:: I am Saveal Iru, Intergalactic journalist. I expose everything ::she pointed back and forth between the three of them.::
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): oO Aw fug! Oo Are you even authorized to be here? I want to see your pass.
Iru: Excuse me, no ::eewww, she put up a hand in front of the Vulcan -the knuckle of each finger ever so prominent:: I will not talk to an ensign - ::she looked at Sherlock. At least his person.:: You, ::she pointed then pulled it back in emphasis:: Lieutenant. Tell me what part does StarFleet play in this ploy to continue to dominate the galaxies.
The question ended rather intensely with the reporter’s recording PADD being shoved into her face, too close for comfort. It was then in a rare moment, able to be counted on one hand, that Haukea was stunned, unsure how to even appropriately respond to the situation. In an ideal situation she would have expressed a “no comment” comment, indicating no further involvement in her statement being taken. Yet, being neutral enough to not respond would likely allow the reporter to create their own answers, and likely false ones. Instead the truth was best.
Willow (as Sherlock): The mission of Starfleet is to explore. To make contact with unknown worlds. To make peace. We do not participate in colonization.
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): What I think the Lieutenant means to say ::giving a sharp look to...herself:: is that that is not the mission of Starfleet oO Nor is answering loaded questions! Oo.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow): Response
Iru: Response
Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): If you want to ask ques...
Iru: Response
Haukea-Willow was reminded of her time in the Risian security force. Back then the job consisted nearly entirely of dealing with tourists, locals, and getting far too involved with drink, adult activities or both. In the few cases that something more significant took place it blew up over the media, making the front page. In such instances she was tasked with giving a report to the media, attempting to mitigate any false claims, reassure the public and get them to move on. Even if such instances were rare, she had learned quite quickly how to answer reporter questions with another question. A tactic that kept things neutral.
Willow (as Sherlock): First, Iru, tell me, what is your purpose in being here, today, in this corridor?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow)/Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Iru: Response
Willow (as Sherlock): That is all extremely well and good. However none of us consented to being recorded, questioned, or written up in any article. Is it customary to do so without asking?
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow)/Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Iru: Response
Willow (as Sherlock): In that case you can put down that Starfleet is here to provide assistance, both medical, diplomatic and in terms of security, nothing more, nothing less. End of story.
Ksivi-Sava (as Willow)/Sherlock (as Ksivi-Sava): Response
Iru: Response
