Posted Aug. 21, 2020, 9:57 a.m. by Cadet Matthew Riley (Scientist) (Nathan Miller)
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Posted by Cadet T’Mor (Scientist) in Main Sim: Biochemistry Lab - Examining the Evidence
“It has not,” she responded.
Using a small pipette, she took a liquid sample from one of the glasses, the one identified as belonging to Janga Pey, and ran and a chemical analysis on half the sample. With the remaining, she put it in a dish and took the magnifier station across from where Cadet Riley was working. (OOC: no idea what it is called) IC: Her thought was to take a look at was had been happening at the microscopic level. Though she was not and expert, she did know that champagne in particular had active cultures of bacteria. Perhaps in the back of her mind, she hoped it was a mere accident, that the Ensign was poisoned by an anomalous bacteria bloom or something along those lines.
“We must not rule out any possibility.” she said aloud, though it was uncleaner if she hand meant to.
“The reality of the situation is still unknown, and can only be deduced by evidence. However,” T’Mor stopped and looked up at Riley, “because of the Commander Holmann’s involvement, I suggest we carry on with a level of discretion.”
Cadet T’Mor, Science Department
Matthew watched T’Mor work with the glass contents, then glanced over at Lieutenant McMorran’s back as she leaned over her work. He considered T’Mor’s comments about discretion, removed his gloves, and tagged all of their current results to be sent to her station, with a message:
| From: Cadet Riley Subject: Current Results |
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| Attached: Biologic Analysis.results, Fingerprint Analysis.results |
| Lieutenant, recommend we lock access to any results to science and security personnel until the conclusion of the investigation. Maybe even to just you, me, Cadet T'Mor, and the chief of security. |
After sending that, he leaned his elbows on the table. We have the evidence collected from the scene, he thought. I assume security is conducting interviews. We don’t have the body - wait, I wonder if. they’d be done yet…
He accessed the medical database, locating the autopsy results. “Benzodiazepine,” he muttered. He glanced at the other glass belonging to the commander, regloved, grabbed another pipette, and started the same analysis on the contents of that glass, as well.
“She was strangled,” he said softly to T’Mor, as they worked side by side, relaying the autopsy findings. “Dosed with benzodiazepines.” He shook his head, unable to comprehend how someone could do something this heinous.
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