11-18-2025, 11:54 PM
==To hurry things along, I'm going to drop a few bits that haven't actually been asked for yet. Players, react to the appropriate information that you need.==
==Clone Holding Pen==
The clones shrank back as Calleja came into the room, though they didn't actually move from where they were. Some were sitting, some were standing, others were propped against the wall. They were almost as strewn about as the dead ones were.
The Vorta who spoke, however, stepped forward - shakily, nervously, and only a step or two. A Cardassian followed him, though the look on his face said that he really didn't want to be doing so. "I..." the Vorta started, but stopped, his eyes widening as he swooned for a moment. The Cardassian held him up, and he recovered quickly with a shake of his head, dislodging the oddly long hair, clumped and tangled as it was. "I'm Wen," he said, "what passes for a, well... a leader here." He looked around at the room sadly before continuing. "This is Dat," he introduced his companion. "Can you help us?"
As Mayfair scanned, the truth would become clear: there wasn't anything the Starfleet team would be able to do. The clones were suffering from a degenerative disease of some kind which, while with research she might be able to classify, was obviously already in its last stages. Whether it was a deliberate disease, a lack of some kind of protein their bodies couldn't produce, or a mistake in the cloning process, right now she couldn't be sure, but every clone in the room was dying, their organs dissolving, and there wasn't anything they could do. Whatever it was, it likely was accelerated by the poor conditions they were living in.
The room was bare, with no computers or other equipment, and barely even any lights that worked. There were no weapons, not even a utensil for food. However, as the Vorta and Cardassian stepped closer to Calleja and the team, those who had studied their history - or lived through it - would recognize the pair, no matter how corrupted their names were. Weyoun and Dukat.
==Laboratory==
The machinery that was torn apart appeared to all be for the cloning process - genic manipulators, bioacceleration devices, maturation chambers, the works. From what could be seen, none of it was in working order. Accessing the working consoles, they were able to work out that the Klingons were attempting to at least get one set of working gear so they could restart the cloning process, but the closest thing to experts they had were the clones themselves. One device that was definitely broken, however, was a memory implantation device. According to the notes, it had been broken long ago - none of the clones had ever used it, and its memory banks were empty.
The command post was fairly standard - status relays for power, water, and other utilities around the facility, along with video feeds of important locations. None of it was anything terribly shocking.
==Clone Holding Pen==
The clones shrank back as Calleja came into the room, though they didn't actually move from where they were. Some were sitting, some were standing, others were propped against the wall. They were almost as strewn about as the dead ones were.
The Vorta who spoke, however, stepped forward - shakily, nervously, and only a step or two. A Cardassian followed him, though the look on his face said that he really didn't want to be doing so. "I..." the Vorta started, but stopped, his eyes widening as he swooned for a moment. The Cardassian held him up, and he recovered quickly with a shake of his head, dislodging the oddly long hair, clumped and tangled as it was. "I'm Wen," he said, "what passes for a, well... a leader here." He looked around at the room sadly before continuing. "This is Dat," he introduced his companion. "Can you help us?"
As Mayfair scanned, the truth would become clear: there wasn't anything the Starfleet team would be able to do. The clones were suffering from a degenerative disease of some kind which, while with research she might be able to classify, was obviously already in its last stages. Whether it was a deliberate disease, a lack of some kind of protein their bodies couldn't produce, or a mistake in the cloning process, right now she couldn't be sure, but every clone in the room was dying, their organs dissolving, and there wasn't anything they could do. Whatever it was, it likely was accelerated by the poor conditions they were living in.
The room was bare, with no computers or other equipment, and barely even any lights that worked. There were no weapons, not even a utensil for food. However, as the Vorta and Cardassian stepped closer to Calleja and the team, those who had studied their history - or lived through it - would recognize the pair, no matter how corrupted their names were. Weyoun and Dukat.
==Laboratory==
The machinery that was torn apart appeared to all be for the cloning process - genic manipulators, bioacceleration devices, maturation chambers, the works. From what could be seen, none of it was in working order. Accessing the working consoles, they were able to work out that the Klingons were attempting to at least get one set of working gear so they could restart the cloning process, but the closest thing to experts they had were the clones themselves. One device that was definitely broken, however, was a memory implantation device. According to the notes, it had been broken long ago - none of the clones had ever used it, and its memory banks were empty.
The command post was fairly standard - status relays for power, water, and other utilities around the facility, along with video feeds of important locations. None of it was anything terribly shocking.