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Security Office- Getting Down to Business (TAG Cadet Starr)

Posted Jan. 2, 2019, 12:24 a.m. by Cadet Simon Starr (Security Officer) (Ben Simons)

Posted by Lieutenant Nijix Tavim (Chief of Security) in Security Office- Getting Down to Business (TAG Cadet Starr)

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“His pretty strong minded, so if his got himself in a situation, he’ll hopefully get out of it - but not hearing anything for five years, especially with the technology that’s around now.” He thought a moment. “I mean if his been captured by pirates, or if his ship is dead in space, finding out what happened may lead to further information; though I’m not going on a personal manhunt, if our paths cross then hopefully I can get some answers,” he concluded

Cadet Simon Starr, Security

Nijix absorbed his story then chose her words carefully. Five years were a long time and there was explanation left, one which might cause Cadet Starr to become angry.

“There’s also one other, unsavory option. Sometimes experiences or personal choice makes an individual want to vanish. If you don’t object, would you tell me about your brother’s relationship with your family and yourself?”

She needed to rule out the family as the possible cause for the brother’s reason to disappear. After the words slipped from her lips, she inwardly braced herself for the outcome and if the Cadet chose to let his emotions rule his common sense. Her expression remained underneath the mask, but she empathized with the loss. Not because she ever experienced it. Raji had been given cases of missing individuals, from children to adults, and knew time was critical. After twenty-four hours, the victim usually was never found again.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

“Well, the fact that he told us he was leaving and would be in contact soon makes it seem something is up. My mother and father waited for a year, and I just kept hoping. He left on good terms with us, in fact we were excited, the first Starr to leave Earth. They were proud of him, until he didn’t contact us. Even five years later, that communication never arrived.” Simon replied. One thing was obvious: this wasn’t the first time Starr had told this to someone. More than anything the tone of his voice suggested worry, more than anger.

“I’ve kept it contact with mum and dad myself, and they have yet to hear anything either. So, obviously when I said I was also going to leave the planet, they were concerned I would also stop contacting them. They don’t feel so worried now that I have sent them communications within reasonable limits from my quarters, and that we are still talking. They, like myself are worried” he continued. “Due to the excitement he had when he left, him not contacting us is out of character for Tom. I honestly don’t expect to find him - it’s a large galaxy, after all. Just if our paths cross, or a sign of what happened to him presents itself, at least I’ll be able to tell the rest of the family somethimg.” He shrugged, though true, there was a large part of him that wished that sign came to him.

Cadet Simon Starr, Security

Nijix inhaled as she settled back into her chair. A few strands of loose bands fell into her bright blue eyes causing her to close them briefly. She casually pulled them from her sight and curled them behind her ear, absorbing the story being fed to her. So little information, but that wasn’t the cadet’s fault. It was the reason he followed his brother.

She asked a long shot question, “Did he mention what ship he was assigned to before he left?”

It took everything in her not to immediately reach for her PADD and pull up everything she could find over the cadet’s brother.

The story had tugged at her heart, but she drew on Raji’s experience to form an emotional barrier. It didn’t dampen her desire to want to help the Cadet. Some individuals often assumed that a host was no longer an individual. This was completely false. Each host had their own knowledge, experience and flavor to bestow upon the symbiote. She was not, or ever would become, Raji.

-Lt. Nijix Tavium, CoS

Simon thought for a moment, “he did mention it being called the SS Arcadian” he answered the question. “I tried to find records of it, and I’ve looked it up already. The ship was reported missing four and a half years ago,” he said. “At its last known location, the reports say that the location is right in the heart of a stellar nebula, and so further scans proved to be difficult with the interference created by that, and no signs of debris were ever found. Just another dead end on the search. Right now, the trail I’ve followed has gone cold, and I have no idea what happened.”

Though there was a tone of concern in his voice, Starr remained calm throughout giving the information. Though there are a few things that could happen. Simon was always prepared to find out the worst. He had come to expect it, but in his eyes, even answers were a form of closure. “I also looked for records of the crew, but never found a full list. So, even in what I’ve found so far there are some holes, and well… ever since that moment, I stopped looking,” he replied. There was something he wanted to tell his new chief. He hadn’t been so open about this in a long time, and there was one other part to this situation, the one part he had not told anyone. The part that made him believe that Tom was in danger, and maybe not only his brother.

“There is one more issue, and that is that someone doesn’t want me to find him. At least, that’s the impression I got from him. Just before I applied to the academy, someone gave me this. I didn’t recognize them, and they kept their identity hidden, so I don’t know who gave it to me” he added, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. On it, in now slightly faded letters, reads “Stop your search, or you’ll never find what your looking for.”

“I haven’t seen that person since,” he finished, looking down at the piece of crumpled paper, the last clue he ever received. “The only thing I know is whoever gave it to me, didn’t want to be found, and he went through some great lengths to make sure of it, I mean… who uses paper anymore?” he pondered out loud, folding up the paper and putting it away.

Cadet Simon Starr, Security


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