Main Sim: Biochemistry Lab - Examining the Evidence

Posted Sept. 20, 2020, 10:09 p.m. by Cadet T’Mor (Scientist) (Ava Henson)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aili McMorran (Chief Science Officer) in Main Sim: Biochemistry Lab - Examining the Evidence

Posted by Cadet Matthew Riley (Scientist) in Main Sim: Biochemistry Lab - Examining the Evidence

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Biochemistry Lab - Examining the Evidence
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Riley had to stop himself from reflexively beginning the query immediately. “Yes, Lieutenant,” he responded instead, before finally turning back to his station. The process likely looked normal to anyone but Riley, who could feel how much he was fighting not to jump up and down.

=^= Computer, =^= he began, =^= please access location and selections for the last meals by Commander Eric Holmann, Ensign Janga Pey, and Ensign Alexis Kiriakou; as well as activations and selections or items recycled for the replicator in The XOs Hot Tub. =^=

He glanced at the lieutenant before adding =^= And maintenance and programming records for all replicator terminals involved. =^=

Riley was gently patted on the back as McMorran passed him by, shifting over to check up on the progress of T’Mor.

He strummed the fingers of his right hand on the lab table as he waited for the data to begin displaying on the terminal, and hoped this would provide the information they were looking for.

  • Cadet Riley, Science

T’Mor quietly stared into the microscope, triple checking that everything seemed in order. It might have been that the Ensign had merely put on a clean uniform and had not met anyone in the hall. Perhaps even avoiding contact with anyone. Still, until the results came back from Cadet Riley’s inquiry, it seems there was nothing more to investigate. Admittedly though, she was still primary a botanist, with some biological knowledge, though mostly concentrated in the field of microbiology.

“I trust you know what you are looking for,” she said, addressing Cadet Riley without looking up. “Let me know if you need assistance.”

Cadet T’Mor, Science Department

Matthew glanced at T’Mor and gave her a wan smile. ” I know what I’m hoping will be there,” he responded. He turned to face her, leaning his hip against the lab table.

“If it’s not…” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I think we’ve reached the end of our trail with the evidence we now have. We’ll need to wait for someone to bring us more.”

He looked at his hand, now resting on the table, and rubbed the nail of his thumb with the index finger. “I didn’t expect my first assignment here to be investigating the death of an officer,” he said softly, before looking back up to the Vulcan. “Have you ever done something like this?” he asked her.

  • Cadet Riley, Science

The CSO remained shtum; she had no pressing reason to interject. Observing the cadets in action was, so she had found as her time in her position went on, a joy as well as a responsibility.

Lt. J.G. Aili McMorran - CSO

The computer chimed back with the results of the search. Several lunch meals, healthy and well portioned were ordered. Coffee, lots of coffee. Nothing super interesting other than Pey did order up two hyposprays with the drugs found in her system right before she left her shift.

There was nothing unusual in the maintenance records for any of the terminals.

GM Wombat

Riley turned his head as the chime sounded, then his whole body. His eyes crawled the results, and his brow furrowed as he neared the end. “What in the…” he muttered, squinting. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Why would she have ordered this drug? he thought, mind scrambling to come up with a valid hypothesis. What purpose could she have for… injecting herself?

“Okay,” he said out loud, still holding the bridge of his nose. “We have a medical ensign who ordered two hyposprays of benzodiazepine; then later those same drugs end up in her system, and she is dead from strangulation.” He dropped his hand and looked up. “With the DNA of a third individual at the scene.”

He looked from McMorran to T’Mor. “Does this make sense to either of you? What are we missing?”

  • Cadet Riley, Science (stars are much easier than murders)

McMorran looked back and forth between the cadets for a few moments before she allowed herself to jump in. “Well, it seems somewhat unlikely that the strangulation was self-inflicted. It’s not really my area but I would be quite surprised to learn that benzodiazepine is used recreationally… Perhaps determining the motivation for the procurement of the drug should be a priority?” She looked again, as she had found herself so often doing, between the cadets, eager to hear their assessments.

Lt. J.G. Aili McMorran - CSO

T’Mor turned her attention to the nearest computer station, and inquired as to the common uses of benzodiazepine. After scanning through the information, she read aloud what she considered to be her most important finding, “Doctors may prescribe a benzodiazepine for the following legitimate medical conditions: anxiety, insomnia, alcohol withdrawal, seizure control, muscle relaxation…”

She looked up toward the others, “Is there any evidence to suggest that Ensign Pey was suffering from chronic anxiety or insomnia?” Perhaps it was the fact that she had yet to have a good night’s sleep since coming aboard, but it seemed a possibility for the Ensign as well. It seemed logical to her that an Ensign might not be able to help feel anxious or restless from time to time, and most others lack the years of discipline required to control such tenancies.

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Cadet T’Mor, Science Department

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