Ensign James Taylor - Manual search
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((The I’vish Gallery, Shi’Kahr District, Starbase 118))
S’zurak: Then let uss asssk the computer.
Taylor: Let us!
Sol nodded.
McLaren: We could always utilize the terminal from before, that way we'll still be close by when the Commander begins his speech.
S’zurak: Good idea, Sspymasster. :He started the familiar walk back to the computer terminal, which was still lit from their earlier use.::
Taylor: This one should still be active.
S’zurak: Let me sstart with a broad ssearch for anything Gorn… ::entering query, and the screen updated with information::
The results showing included the following:
- Personnel Record - Starfleet, Ensign S’zurak
- Gorn officer assigned to Ops, 2402 - present. Service records archived.
- Personnel Record - Starfleet Marine Corps, Major Tatash
- Gorn officer assigned to Ops, 2392 - 2399. Service records archived.
- Holosuite Program - The Great Hunt: Gornar Simulation
- Archived program adapted for holosuite use. Rated for hazardous combat scenarios. Added to database by User: S’zurak
- Cultural Archive - Federation Xenology Database: Gorn Hegemony
- Includes basic cultural history, government structure, and first-contact records.
- Medical Research Note - Starfleet Medical: Gorn Physiology Addendum
- Study of Gorn cold-blooded metabolism and resilience to high gravity. Authored in cooperation with Gorn Science Guild envoy, 2387.
- Dining Establishment (Closed) - Scale & Fang - Gorn Fusion Eatery
- Operated briefly on Deck 1046, closed 2389.
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he scanned the listings.
S’zurak: ::pointing to his name on the screen, grinning:: I’m firsst on the result lisst!
Taylor: ::grinning:: it would seem so!
McLaren: Response?
S’zurak: No. I do not ssee anything about Gorn art on the sstation. Perhapss there will be an opportunity for me to convinsse a curator to allocate sspace, even if only a ssmall gallery section.
Taylor: That is odd, though. I would expect there to be something..
James began to think, and a thought started to form.
McLaren: Response?
Finding no further trace of what he sought, he stepped back, allowing the others access to the console. Better to defer than linger under their gazes while his claws moved clumsily across the keys.
S’zurak: While we’re here and keep looking thingss up… wass there anything elsse we should ssearch?
Taylor: I might have an idea. I don’t know how it is now, but if it’s anything like it used to be, art, along with scientific and engineering equipment, is often not catalogued properly, or missing in archives. Especially when it’s done on private charter. We often had to resort to creative ways to find things.
McLaren/S’zurak: Response?
Taylor: Computer.. compile a list of shipments of non-perishables to this station that have not left this station, coming in from the Gorn sector, in the past ten years. Cross-reference the list of locations that are listed as their final destination to a list of establishments displaying art on this station, and display any matches.
In this case, he figured it was an advantage that he had learned to work with computers that did not do the thinking for him, and that he had to do a lot of manual searches. It might be easier now, but sometimes, the details got lost.
Computer: Please wait, Compiling.
McLaren/S’zurak: Response?
Taylor: I have no idea how long this might take..
As if on queue, the massive computer system of the station did its work.
Computer: One match found. The Hall of Ancestral Fury, honoring primal warrior traditions.
Taylor checked the information displaying on the screen. It seemed to be a museum dedicated to displaying items from warrior races, but nothing specific was listed otherwise.
McLaren/S’zurak: Response?
Taylor: I think it would be worth checking out someday.
McLaren/S’zurak: Response?
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Ensign James Taylor
Engineering Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
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