Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Cargo Bay 1 (Tag Medical)
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Posted by Lazol (Chief Science Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Cargo Bay 1 (Tag Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant William Hampton (Chief Engineering Officer) in MPT- “Six Hours From Evil”- Cargo Bay 1

Lazol was rapping his fingers on his desk while grumbling to himself impatiently. He shot up from his desk and tapped the intercom. “Polizzi, Cooper, why haven’t I been informed as to your progress yet?” The Ferengi was in a sour mood, he had been doing his best to turn the Leviathan into his own personal fiefdom, but that was going far slower than he’d like. He’d set up the “Slip Box” and started to bring an economy to the ship but he had yet to have his boots kissed or be given Oo-mox by his subordinates. Now that rankled him.

Rising from his desk he took out an ornate case from a drawer and opened it where inside was a depleting source of Hupyrian beetle snuff, yet another reason for his sour mood. He snorted the powder and held his breath as he suppressed the urge to sneeze and exhaled before heading down to see what was causing the delay.

Lazol, CSO

Copper’s face blanched and he almost dropped the section he’d been manipulating, the massive, heavy rock bobbing like a cork on the wave of the small tractor beam. He was yet to meet the new CSO in person, but he’d heard enough rumours to last him several lifetimes already. And he’d thought the ex-Borg, GLaDOS, had been terrifying enough!

=^= Ah, Copper here, Sir =^= he responded anxiously over the comms, his eyes silently pleading for Polizzi to return and save him from this Ferengi inquisition. =^= I apologise, Sir, but…well, the truth is that I don’t exactly have any progress to speak of yet. I mean, these blocks, they’re…well I don’t mind admitting it but, they give me the creeps. Sir. And not because of the weird writing, although that’s unsettling enough. But, Sir…I found a piece of an ear stuck to the left cornerstone. And what I think might be a tooth embedded into an archway! =^=

• NE Copper

Lazol heard the NE coming over the comms and he tapped his intercom on the desk and said, =/\= Ensign you’re bothered by an ear and a tooth? You realize that we deal with ancient artifacts and anomalies on a day to day basis that warp your perception of reality in ways that science struggles to describe, and you are bothered by an ear. Do I need you replaced Cooper? =/\=

=^= Yes, Sir. I fully realise that, Sir. =^= Copper replied, before adding at a reduced volume, =^= The fact that one of those anomalies took my arm makes it impossible to forget. =^=

=/\= And I’m sorry for that ensign but we have jobs to do and you now have two arms correct? =/\= Lazol said dismissively as he finished, =/\= Lazol out =/\=

He entered the turbolift and made his way towards the cargo bay as he pulled up the known data on the archway. The PADD blinked with ‘No Information Found’ as Lazol growled and swore in Ferengi before storming onto the scene.

Lazol, CSO

At Lazol’s arrival, Copper glanced over his shoulder and then hurriedly returned to his work, the tractor beam making seemingly effortless journeys of the various artifact pieces around the deck. At the settling of one final piece at the pinnacle of the configuration, Copper emitted a triumphant “Hah!” and then stood back to see what might be about to happen next…

“I think…that might be it, Sir?” he ventured, tentatively, in truth clueless as to whether he’d arranged the pieces in the correct pattern or not.

• NE Copper

As Lazol eyed the archway, he grumbled and said, “So we have an archway with a tooth and an ear. What have you found Polizzi?” Lazol barked as he took a tricorder from his waist and scanned the structure, the computer still not able to place the glyphs as he said. “Alright, fine, what do we know about this culture? Do we know anything about the society where this came from?”

Lazol, CSO

“Not a bloody thing. Sir,” Copper replied, despondently. “I don’t even know where these things came from. Only that a team was sent down to retrieve them and…well, that tooth and that ear is all that returned besides the pieces themselves.”

Lazol was unaware of who was on that team as he tapped the head band he was wearing behind his left ear where he had installed a transceiver that was programmed to the ship’s comm system. He wasn’t going to wear a starfleet badge after all and this was his work around. =/\= Medical. Send someone to cargo bay 1 immediately. And bring a tricorder =/\=

He began to move around the area, viewing the reconstructed artifact from different angles, as if one of them might offer even a sliver of an answer.
“I dunno, Sir,” the man sighed, his fleshy hand rubbing at the metal arm, as if with touch he could breath life back to it. “Have you ever seen anything like this before?”

• NE Copper

The pieces that had been assembled correctly were portraying an image, of what, the officers could not tell yet. Some of the stones were covered in blue paint, the head of what appeared to be a dragon had been formed as well by several of the stones pieced together.

Storyteller S

Lazol eyed the structure and tapped his foot impatiently as his mind started to loose it’s profit seeking edge and slip into a science minded outlook. “I’ve seen countless artifacts and antiquities in my dealings Cooper and most if not all cultures have a creature that looks like this but…” He trailed off as he was mentally trying to put the pieces together. “It almost looks incomplete, or that you have some in the wrong order.”

Lazol CSO

“I mean, I think they’re in the right order, Sir,” Copper shrugged, before sighing and then shifting a couple round in an attempt to improve the picture reveal. “Looks to me like a dragon, Sir. Like from the ancient myths. From what I recall, they used to breathe fire. Oh, and they liked to hoard gold too! Kind of like Feren…” he was about to add, but bit his tongue a second too late.

Cheeks burning, Copper’s eyes fixed on his tricorder as he busied himself with an attempt to obtain a chemical analysis of the blue paint covering many of the stones.

• NE Copper

Lazol cocked his head a little as he said, “I didn’t mean to insult your capabilities Mr. Cooper I was offering my opinion. That being said it seems your tongue is rather free with your own it seems.” Lazol took out his own tricorder and started to scan the stone to find it’s specific makeup as well as particularly it’s age. He was standing next to Cooper and said, “Relax Ensign, if there is any mythological earth creature I’d like my people to be compared to it would indeed be the dragon Mr. Cooper.” Lazol said with a slight glint in his eye.

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