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Needle in a Hay stack

Posted on Thu Sep 30th, 2021 @ 7:14pm by Lieutenant Commander Vic Hebron & Lieutenant Absinthe (Abby) Harper

Mission: Science Reroutes First Patrol
Location: USS Vigilant- Intel Office

Vic was on his way back from Engineering when he passed by the Intel Office door. With all that was going on and all the incident and after action reports he had read there was one the stuck out as unusual and it came from the Intel department. With everything going on there was a Intel report that stated there was some new rumors in the area of pirate activity and that peak Vic's interest as they tried to run down leads as to who was behind the heist they just witnessed. He decided since he was here he would stop in. He stood outside the door and taped the door bell.


The sight that would greet Vic as he walked through the door would be unlike anything he had ever seen. Her desk was littered with stacks of PaDD's, half finished cups of coffee and even a left over sandwich with only a couple of bites taken out. A series of holographic maps hovered above the desk between them, replaying the same scenes over and over.

Abby leaned back in her chair, bare feet propped against the edge of the desk, jacket carelessly tossed on the floor on the other side of the room, a PaDD balancing precariously on her knees, sipping at another cup of coffee as she read the PaDD intently.

As Vic walked in he paused in the door way as he took in the full scene the stack of PaDDs was small compared to his desk currently but then his eyes wondered to... the rest. Most intel officers he knew where neat freaks and super organized. This.... was not. "Everything alright Lt?"

"Replicators that way," Abby said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of the replicator. "I'll have a raktajino while you're up, double strength, six sugars, and a hint of cinnamon." She still hadn't looked up from her PaDD, but her brow furrowed slightly as she set the coffee mug down absently on the desk next to her. "Curious," she murmured softly, leaning forward and tapping at the console in front of her, bringing up another holographic screen. "Huh? Oh, yeah, of course, why wouldn't it be?" Abby asked, finally remembering to acknowledge the fact that she'd been asked a question.

Vic was impressed he had the deepest voice of any of the crew and him speaking in a room usually bought him the attention of the room. In this case she was into whatever this is he was pretty sure she didn't even know the XO was in her office. That or she didn't care. He made his way to the replicator to help her with her order even though he was pretty sure she didn't need anymore caffeine.

As he made his way back to her desk he continued his line of questions. "Well the state of your office would lead me to believe you are deep into finding some answers to something very pressing or your having a mental break and as your superior officer I need to know if I need to get you some help with the problem or to bring the Shrink in." He finished as his shadowed now enveloped her and the desk as he stood next to her with the cup in hand.

Taking the cup, Abby took a sip and sighed. "You replicate good coffee," she said, finally looking up at him with a grin. "Mental break? You mean you expected me to be sane in the first place?" She laughed and shook her head. "You're cute." She motioned toward the other seat. "So I've been going over some sensor data from the sectors around the station we were just at. There's a long term sensor probe that was left in the area, I'm not sure who owns it, but it's just sitting there ticking away collecting data.
I... uhhh... gained access to it." She took another sip of her coffee and grinned at him.

Vic moved over to the chair and looked at it. It looked a bit sus as to if it would hold him so he choose to stand as he turned his attention back to Abby. All of a sudden this news had him forget why he was here and more intrigued by this. "Find anything in the logs?"

"It's interesting," Abby replied. "The IKS maQmIgh travels through this region regularly running deliveries to the station. It's one of the ships I pointed out to Captain Jaramillo, or, at least, that's what they want us to think."

"Does something make you think it is someone else?" He looked at the map of data on the holomap. At face value it was pretty cut and dry that the Klingon had made multiple trips.

"The IKS maQmlgh is registered as a D5 class vessel." Abby indicated to one of the holomaps. "This is a warp trail from the Suv'chu, which is also a D5 class, where as, this is the warp trail we registered from the maQmlgh while we were in the vicinity of the station. The area has low level ionic radiation that makes the warp trail decay faster, I think that's what they're banking on, using that to hide their true identity. I don't know what class this," she paused and motioned to the maQmlgh warp trail on the holographic map. "ship is, but it's definitely not a D5, it's playing dress ups."

He looked where she was pointing and noticed that it did differ from the other D5. "So anyway to know if its even Klingon?" He was grasping but hoping at the same time.

"Not right now. So, there's something else. While I was in the probe I pulled up some scatter chatter." She leaned forward again and tapped at the console before holding a finger up to her lips as a sign of 'ssshhh' before taking a sip of the coffee as the audio started to play.

"vjIjatlh. nuqDaq ‘oH tach’e’"

"tera’ngan Soj lujab’a’"


"qagh Sopbe’"

"Hab SoSlI’ Quch"


"Dochvetlh vIneH"

"qut na’ HInob"

"So, what do you make of that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly as she looked up at him. "Or do you need me to translate it for you?" she grinned.

"I am Brikarian my homeworld was and still is tormented by the ridgeheaded monsters." He said with great disdain. "Question is who is that?"

"There's three of them. Three distinct tones of voice. Three distinct ways of speaking. I can't tell you who they are, but I can tell you, they are most definitely not Klingon. Oh, don't get me wrong, they're good, they're very good." She took another sip of her coffee and looked up at him again, another grin. "'ach qeylIS vIghoS," she said in perfect Klingon. "Their pronunciation is just a little too practiced. Again, they want us to think they're Klingon. This is a sophisticated setup. Very sophisticated."

"More sophisticated then some local drug slingers." Vic surmised. "Any know cartels running in this area that we know of?"

"That's where we have a problem. There's basically nothing known about this area. We can hang around, try peeking around some proverbial corners, but the presence of a Federation starship will be obvious, even one as... teensy... as the Vigilant." She paused, pushing away from the desk with her feet and standing up, shuffling some PaDD's so she could sit on the edge of the desk, putting herself more on the same level as him. Shifting slightly, she turned the holographic display toward them and brought up another map, the same map she had showed the Commanding Officer during their last encounter. "I mean, if we want to know more, it'd be easy enough to take a shuttle and go look for ourselves. This particular area here I think is especially interesting."

Vic studied the map. "Why here?". He was fishing for solid reasons that he could back her if they took the idea to the Captain.

"This corridor here, this is the main transit corridor, this is where all the ships come through. Both sides of the transit corridor are unstable enough that transit in any decently sized ship is dangerous, or, at least, that's what sensors are showing us. See this section here?" she asked, her small fingers interrupting the holographic display of the map. "Every time the IKS maQmlgh comes through this corridor it deviates from the corridor here. This deviation, it'll put the ship within transporter range of the station we were at, but I think there's more to it. Don't you find it fascinating that the warp trails only go one way Commander?"

Vis hadn't notice till she had pointed it out. "So if they come in from that direction and they don't go back where do they go?". He thought out loud. "We need to bring this to the Captain."

"Still think I'm insane?" Abby asked with a grin as she slid off the table. "Come on rock man, lets go find the boss."


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