PNPC Lieutenant JG Jack Morrow - Magic Eight Ball
Martin Tucker
Morrow: Is there anything you can give me to go on with?
Nemes: Not much, to be honest. I was not able to have a look at his record, but I’m sure there’s nothing in it but praise and commendations. ::she looked at Jack slightly shrugging her shoulders, when she suddenly thought of something:: There was something strange though. My mum told me that he seemed to act strangely. What did she say? Erm He was stressed and almost aggressive.
Interesting, Jack thought as he sipped his drink. Model Starfleet Officer goes aggressive and resigns his commission and drops of the face of the universe.
Morrow: So why now?
Nemes: I didn't really think much of it at the time, to be honest. My mum can be very sensitive about it. But now, with hindsight…
Jack had seen some colossal breakdowns in his time in Starfleet. From the mildest to extremely destructive too, excessive drinking, burnout – most of the time you can’t see it coming. Then it explodes like a ticking time bomb.
Morrow: Have you contacted any of your other siblings?
He wasn’t sure how many siblings she had, or if she had told him, he promptly forgot, which would be par for the course; he was bad with names and such. Jack liked the idea that this was turning into a bit of a mystery. He’d be able to stretch his intelligence skills; he minored in intelligence at the academy before deciding to go to Starfleet Law.
Nemes: I will also talk to my sister. She’s also in Starfleet and perhaps she knows something.
Sybil looked down at her drink, like it held all the answers in the bottom of the glass.
Morrow: How well does your sister get along with your brother?
Nemes: I’m wondering… why did my mum call me to find out more? Black sheep, remember? ::she pointed at herself:: My sister is much closer to him than I ever was. And probably also more capable to find out more.
It was Jack’s turn to look into his glass like one of those crazy eight balls that you shook and it gave you answers to your questions or something like that. All he could read was “Better not tell you now”, which was of little use to either of them.
Morrow: What ship was his last posting?
Nemes: Response
Morrow: I could start pulling at that thread and see where it leads us?
Jack finished his drink, setting it down slowly. She had him invested now, he wanted to get to the bottom this as much as Sybil did.
Nemes: Response
Morrow: Listen, we’ll get to the bottom of this. He’s probably blowing off steam somewhere.
He looked at her, the concern on her face. Jack looked to the bottom of his glass for answers again, and again got nothing in return. Something was amiss; Jack could smell it a mile away.
Nemes: Response
