Yesterday, 02:31 AM
With orders given, Tyra had drifted back towards Nathan, her blue eyes taking in the scene of chaos as security officers did what they did best: destroyed everything in their path. She might have been amused if she wasn't so annoyed that they were having to go this far.
[Mayfair to Crawford and Calleja. I have information about the prisoner blood samples requested by Calleja. Not sure if you want anyone else to hear this. If you need to move someplace private let me know.]
Her gaze shifted towards Nathan, who was the only person within earshot of her. And given their earlier conversation, if she couldn't trust him with information, she was in deep trouble in general. In fact, she made a motion for him to step a little closer.
[There are thirteen blood samples, not one. Five Cardassians, eight Vorta. All of them are clones, not just the Vorta, which is why the computer was having problems figuring things out. Different ages, but otherwise the same.]
Her brow furrowed for a moment as she processed the information. Cloning, while ethically questionable in most causes, wasn't unheard of in some of the darker corners of the quadrant but typically, the reasoning was fairly self-evident like wanting to clone a deceased child or misguidedly trying to create an effective fighting force on a smaller scale. What did one gain from cloning a specific Cardassian and a specific Vorta?
[Captain, request permission to beam to the freighter. I'd like to take a medical tricorder and genetic scanner and see if there's anything else I can figure out.]
The redhead tipped her head slightly, looking actively for Calleja. She could only assume, at this point, one more person wouldn't change the security situation and frankly, Tyra was very, very curious as to their current mystery.
"I don't--" Tyra broke off as Calleja approached, pausing for the statuesque COS's report.
“Info overload time,” the Bandaran said, handing over the PADD with So’qat and Ni’qat’s data on. “We’ve been checkin’ the bodies, and 2 of them actually got a hit,” she added. “These 2. Detained as smugglers passin’ through Aldebaran. But we do have a destination, place called Pomn. Not one I’m familiar with, but could be a lead. What about you, Mr Intelligence? You recognise the name Pomn?” she asked, looking straight at Nathan.
There was an overly dramatic aspect to the way Tyra's gaze shifted to Nathan, her eyebrow arching even as she had to force her lip into a serious line. "Pomn, huh? Gosh, that sounds kind of familiar…. Where have I heard that name before?"
Of course, Nathan would read the expression clearly as 'oh look, the gift that keeps ******* giving' but fortunately, the squawk of her communicator kept her from digging further into that.
[Givens to Crawford. A trail has been found but it's faint and getting fainter. We're on the clock now.]
There was a split second where Tyra considered telling Givens to go ahead and launch Artemis after the trail while they continued to work but then, she remembered their circumstances. They had absolutely demolished this vessel; there was no guarantee Artemis could find the vessel again if it was left to drift and the vessel was not capable of defending itself if someone got curious in Artemis' absence. No, it was time to cut their losses.
"We need to move. Calleja, we need to get any relevant evidence over to Artemis as well the bodies before getting our personnel over. Between you and Nathan, figure out what we need to do with this ship. If it's served it's purpose, let's destroy it but if you think there's a reason to keep it, we'll tag it and come back. Whatever the decision, we're on a tight schedule now."
Then, she toggled to Mayfair, who she'd inadvertently left hanging. "Do-- Robin, I'm sorry to have to deny the request. We have located their trail and need to start backtracking it before it erodes further. Calleja will be getting all samples, scans and bodies to you for further analysis; I know it's not as good as hands-on but it's the best I can do right now. Your priority is to figure out why someone is cloning those specific DNA profiles and maybe who they are."
[Omdor to Crawford,] Omdor reported, adding to the chaos. [We can get the console over to the Artemis, and I shouldn't have any trouble getting it installed onboard. To get it done, though, I'm going to need a shuttle; I'm not comfortable sending it through the transporter, given how sensitive the thing is.]
"Use whatever you need. We've found the ship's trail and we need to get moving after it so use whatever resources and personnel you need to get this done as quickly as possible," she instructed before looking back at Calleja and then, Nathan.
"When it rains, it pours."
== Tag everyone, basically. ==
[Mayfair to Crawford and Calleja. I have information about the prisoner blood samples requested by Calleja. Not sure if you want anyone else to hear this. If you need to move someplace private let me know.]
Her gaze shifted towards Nathan, who was the only person within earshot of her. And given their earlier conversation, if she couldn't trust him with information, she was in deep trouble in general. In fact, she made a motion for him to step a little closer.
[There are thirteen blood samples, not one. Five Cardassians, eight Vorta. All of them are clones, not just the Vorta, which is why the computer was having problems figuring things out. Different ages, but otherwise the same.]
Her brow furrowed for a moment as she processed the information. Cloning, while ethically questionable in most causes, wasn't unheard of in some of the darker corners of the quadrant but typically, the reasoning was fairly self-evident like wanting to clone a deceased child or misguidedly trying to create an effective fighting force on a smaller scale. What did one gain from cloning a specific Cardassian and a specific Vorta?
[Captain, request permission to beam to the freighter. I'd like to take a medical tricorder and genetic scanner and see if there's anything else I can figure out.]
The redhead tipped her head slightly, looking actively for Calleja. She could only assume, at this point, one more person wouldn't change the security situation and frankly, Tyra was very, very curious as to their current mystery.
"I don't--" Tyra broke off as Calleja approached, pausing for the statuesque COS's report.
“Info overload time,” the Bandaran said, handing over the PADD with So’qat and Ni’qat’s data on. “We’ve been checkin’ the bodies, and 2 of them actually got a hit,” she added. “These 2. Detained as smugglers passin’ through Aldebaran. But we do have a destination, place called Pomn. Not one I’m familiar with, but could be a lead. What about you, Mr Intelligence? You recognise the name Pomn?” she asked, looking straight at Nathan.
There was an overly dramatic aspect to the way Tyra's gaze shifted to Nathan, her eyebrow arching even as she had to force her lip into a serious line. "Pomn, huh? Gosh, that sounds kind of familiar…. Where have I heard that name before?"
Of course, Nathan would read the expression clearly as 'oh look, the gift that keeps ******* giving' but fortunately, the squawk of her communicator kept her from digging further into that.
[Givens to Crawford. A trail has been found but it's faint and getting fainter. We're on the clock now.]
There was a split second where Tyra considered telling Givens to go ahead and launch Artemis after the trail while they continued to work but then, she remembered their circumstances. They had absolutely demolished this vessel; there was no guarantee Artemis could find the vessel again if it was left to drift and the vessel was not capable of defending itself if someone got curious in Artemis' absence. No, it was time to cut their losses.
"We need to move. Calleja, we need to get any relevant evidence over to Artemis as well the bodies before getting our personnel over. Between you and Nathan, figure out what we need to do with this ship. If it's served it's purpose, let's destroy it but if you think there's a reason to keep it, we'll tag it and come back. Whatever the decision, we're on a tight schedule now."
Then, she toggled to Mayfair, who she'd inadvertently left hanging. "Do-- Robin, I'm sorry to have to deny the request. We have located their trail and need to start backtracking it before it erodes further. Calleja will be getting all samples, scans and bodies to you for further analysis; I know it's not as good as hands-on but it's the best I can do right now. Your priority is to figure out why someone is cloning those specific DNA profiles and maybe who they are."
[Omdor to Crawford,] Omdor reported, adding to the chaos. [We can get the console over to the Artemis, and I shouldn't have any trouble getting it installed onboard. To get it done, though, I'm going to need a shuttle; I'm not comfortable sending it through the transporter, given how sensitive the thing is.]
"Use whatever you need. We've found the ship's trail and we need to get moving after it so use whatever resources and personnel you need to get this done as quickly as possible," she instructed before looking back at Calleja and then, Nathan.
"When it rains, it pours."
== Tag everyone, basically. ==