AT/K01 - Klingon Freighter qoH

[Aeryn Miller]

== Ensign Ardanna Svenson - Security NRC ==

Her moment of joy upon finding a manifest was short-lived as Ardanna continued searching the freighter's database. While it was useful, nothing specific related to the Dominion or any other sensitive information that might help them shed further light on what had been discovered so far. However, the security officer wouldn't be reporting back that she had been unsuccessful, as she focused her attention on the manifest itself, particularly the signs that it was a forgery. This spoke of someone hiding the true purpose of their mission. As had been evident, the more the Artemis crew dug deeper.

It was time to deliver this new information to Captain Givens, hopefully providing another piece of the puzzle as she heard Commander Omdor relay his findings, which added to what she had found, allowing them to unpick more of this mystery. Turning away from the console to address the room, Ardanna did the same once the CE was finished.

" Captain, I've found a cargo manifest, but nothing related to the Dominion or other sensitive information. It lists items such as food, medical supplies, and alcohol. Curiouser still, it says that all of this comes from Achenar IV, with them heading to Pentax III, which is a long way from here, and that there's a crew of 17 Dopterians, not Klingons. Some signs point to this being a forgery, not surprising really with what we've found so far".

Ardanna did begin to wonder how long this had been going on for, and if those responsible thought that they would ever be caught, then again, it was perhaps unfortunate for them that Artemis had happened to be in the right place at the right time.


== Tags ==

[Omdor Jaein]

Jaein listened to the captain intently, but the silence she greeted his assessment with spoke volumes. It was obvious she was thinking along the same lines he was, at least, and that was confirmed as she finally did speak. [Sounds like we have ourselves a bit of a scavenger hunt on our hands,] she joked with absolutely no humor. [Do we need the console to utilize the key for the defense system or can we hijack it somehow? I'd much rather take what evidence we need from this ship and then, blow it to Hell…]

"Acknowledged," he agreed. "Assessment in five." He heard her issue some orders to Givens as well, but he left her to that while he started working on the console itself. 

Given the fact that the console was definitely not original equipment to the freighter, he was inclined to believe they could salvage the console as a unit and simply incorporate it into the Artemis' equipment, but he wasn't sure without a full inspection. He started the tricorder in evaluating the systems software and hardware, trying to see if they could actually just duplicate the system without the console if needed. While that mapped it out, he got down and started inspecting the physical connections, trying to see how difficult it would be to remove.

==GM Input: What can I learn in the next five minutes or so?==

[Cassandra Givens]

The brunette paused in the wake of Omdor's report and then, Crawford's ensuing orders. For the sake of the other captain, she wanted to urge caution. The kind of headstrong, unrelenting pursuit she could start to see winding up was the exact type of action that would be frowned at when the admiralty reviewed whether Tyra would remain in command. And yet, a tiger couldn't change his stripes and she wasn't sure Crawford knew how to handle a problem without resorting to the old security trifecta of 'speed, surprise and violence of action'.

"Of course, I'll report back to Artemis and deliver your orders promptly," she answered, feeling a small sense of relief that the numbness in her shoulder might be resolved sooner than later.

"Svenson, make sure the Boogeyman doesn't jump out at the Commander here while he works, okay?" She requested, a gentle reminder to maintain some.aituational awareness as the security officer worked.

She offered Omdor a pained smile before disengaging from her position on the console. "Good luck, Jaein," she said quietly before requesting beam out to Artemis.

>> Transporter Room >>

[Aeryn Miller]

== Ensign Ardanna Svenson - Security NRC ==

" Aye, Captain," Svenson acknowledged, accepting the gentle reminder as any good officer would, because the security ensign wanted nothing to happen to the CE, especially on her watch. With Captain Givens returning to Artemis and the CE busy with his task, Ardanna thought of the information she had shared before Givens' departure, figuring that it was just as important to update at least the Chief with what had been found. Grabbing her weapon so she could resume keeping an eye on things, Ardanna activated her comm.

"Svenson here, Chief Captain Givens had me look into the freighter database some more, to see if I could find anything Dominion-related or sensitive information. While I was unsuccessful with that, I did manage to find a cargo manifest listing items such as food, medical supplies, and alcohol, but this is where it got interesting, specifically with it all coming from Achenar IV, with them heading to Pentax III and a crew supposedly made up of 17 Dopterians not Klingons. "From what I can tell, this points to forgery, which suggests to me that someone is covering their tracks".

Okay, that last part was only Ardanna's opinion, but until she dug a little further, that's how she saw it. Of course, depending on what the Chief had to say, she might have to do that; however, for the time being, she kept her post and awaited a response.


== Tags ==

[GM-02]

==Omdor==

Given the fact that the Dominion console had to have been transplanted into the Klingon freighter, Jaein would be able to determine how best to disconnect it from the ship. The catch - there's always a catch - was that the console utilized on-board storage for the coding, and it required a constant power source to keep it in memory, likely as an anti-tampering measure.

Opening the back of the console, some modifications are visible showing where external batteries could be added for a short move, likely no more than an hour at the outside.

[Mara Calleja]

"Hopefully, not Jem'Hadar."

Mara’s lips pulled back, her teeth bared in a feral smile. She’d tested herself in combat against pretty much everything the Alpha Quadrant had to offer. The Jem’Hadar were a legend, made all the more intimidating by the passage of time.

There bein’ more of those bastards is a Bad Thing. Let’s not fuck around with the notion that it ain’t. But… There’s a part of me that wants to see if they’re half as scary as they’re supposed to be. I’d be lyin’ if I tried to deny it.

"If you have any spare security officers, have them start identifying the Klingons…. Maybe they're in a database and we can figure out who the Hell these idiots were," the Captain ordered.

“Will do boss,” Calleja replied as Crawford retreated to a quieter corner of the cargo bay. She turned and went to find Trevathan, making sure she still had a clear line of sight to the CO so she could respond in case of trouble. Old instincts died hard, even though she knew only too well that the redhead was more than capable of defending herself.

“Trev? New job for you and your boys,” Mara said. “Boss wants to see if we can ID any of these Klingons. Scan ‘em, check the database for any matches.”

“So we got to go check the bodies again? Lovely job,” he replied.

“I’ll kick you a grog ration when we get back. I’m not beyond bribery,” the Bandaran offered with a grin.

“Done.” Trev chuckled and then went to rally the nearest couple of officers.

[Svenson here, Chief. Captain Givens had me look into the freighter database some more, to see if I could find anything Dominion-related or sensitive information. While I was unsuccessful with that, I did manage to find a cargo manifest listing items such as food, medical supplies, and alcohol, but this is where it got interesting, specifically with it all coming from Achenar IV, with them heading to Pentax III and a crew supposedly made up of 17 Dopterians not Klingons. From what I can tell, this points to forgery, which suggests to me that someone is covering their tracks.]

Mara grinned to herself. She was stood out on her own, watching the Star Fleet teams as they worked, so she figured she was clear to use the D-word.

“Noted Ensign. We’ve not found traces of Dopterians down here. Klingons, Cardassians and one TBC so far, so you’re bang on the money. Just do me a favour, keep the whole Dominion thing quiet for now. I don’t want that hitting open channels until the Captain’s good and ready with a message of her own.”

She paused.

“What’s your status up there? How many did you lose? Givens sounded pretty beat up.”

As she waited for Svenson to come back to her, Mara remembered the sample that had been sent over to Sickbay.

There’s every chance that comes back as a Gamma Quadrant race. I better call Robin.

“Calleja to Mayfair. Can you go to a private space please, confirm when you're on your own?”

She paused to give the CMO time to get off the Sickbay floor.

“Mid Doyle has sent through a blood sample just now. I know I can trust you to be discrete so I'll catch you up. This is a slaver's ship. The blood sample came from a hidden compartment full o' chains and manacles. We've also found Dominion tech. Hence the secrecy. I don't want that word on an open channel until we're good and ready. Can you identify the race that blood sample came from and let me and the Captain know directly please?”

== GM input please - at your leisure, can you let us know if our Klingon victims appear on any databases or registers that let us identify them? ==

[Robin Mayfair]

Robin Mayfair's voice returned immediately, letting Mara know she'd moved somewhere private.

[Understood. Give me a moment and I'll let you know what we've got. Be back shortly.]

== Let you know as soon as the GM lets me know ==