Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Side Sim - Valt Minor - Orr

Posted by Ensign Valleea (Doctor) in Side Sim - Valt Minor - Orr

Posted by Ensign Valleea (Doctor) in Side Sim - Valt Minor - Orr
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Orr stepped off the shuttle with his companion Benji. Valt Minor had that feel. The hiss of the aged Klingon cargo shuttle converted for transporting people from the orbital customs station to the surface brought him to the here and now; the scent of the impulse manifold in need of servicing mixed with the damp mix of fog and drizzle didn’t inspire him with a pleasant stay here. But here they were going to begin their search. Already the other two of their team had preceded them by almost a month. They were going to meet them at a nearby Klingon coffee shop called the ‘Rak’. Folding up the collar of their coats, Orr and Benji started along the tarmac and through the main building. All they had was carried with them. Out on the Main Street they hailed a cab and directed them to the shop.
“Nice place,” Benji commented.
Orr peered out into the fog. “Could be London.”
“The beer would be better.”
“But not the coffee.”
They made small talk until they reached their destination. Paying for it after adding a nondescript tip Orr felt that they would be forgotten before the fellow had turned the corner.
.. Orr & Co

“Lets work our plan,” Orr said as he, Benji and Val were sitting around a triangular table. A kind of lava lamp that tripled both as a dim light, holo device that connected to the local web, and comms to gather the attention of the waiters. Fortunately, their ‘waitress’ was Dal, one of those who had preceded them here. Placing a small device on the ‘lamp’ to interfere with any two way listening, he began.

“Daharren seemed to fall off the grid after the last meeting or so with Valleea. Lets go back to there and start there. Benji, Val, you’re best with mining that data. Look for any trace of purchases, taxes, anything like that which you can dig up after this. He had to have had an address.” Val came by and refreshed their coffee.

“Might I interest you in the muffins. They have a Klingon overtone to them in taste but apart from you being real regular for a while, no other harm done.” Dal smiled. “We have to try everything to recommend to the customers.

Benji hugged the coffee. “I’ll stick with this,” he said. Dal winked. “Chicken,” she replied.
Orr said, “I’ll give one a try. When are you off work?”
“Two hours,” she said, “Give or take.”
“Shall we check out the who’s who in science - energy divisions?” he asked.
“You sure know how to give a girl a good time,” Dal quipped.
“Only the best,” he said. “Meet you outside.”

Orr&Co

The pieces were an interesting web, as their inquires in the capital city of Daquen revealed. As Valleea had described it, Daharren had simply stopped communicating after she left to return to Krios Prime to see her family and announce her engagement to Daharren. At the time he had still been living in Daquen and had been ‘taking it easy’ after finishing his degree. He was due to start an apprenticeship but there was no word with whom it had been. His school records indicated that he had several letters of recommendations for further studies and or jobs from prominent scientists and/or professors. Of the group of five in his school records, there were two standouts:

Doctor Laihek, who was a Professor in the Physics Department at the University of Daquen, specializing in High Energy Physics.
Major Osvern of the Valtese Defence Force who was a noted scientist working in the realm of alternate shielding and often took student interns.

Daharren’s apartment had been rented out to someone new about three days after the date of Valleea’s message, after being advertised for only one day.

~Valleea

Bump

Orr looked at the results. If he had been kidnapped that would have sported some kind of news. Besides, in this day and age of technology, kidnapping was rare. There were too many trails to follow, even in a fly by transport. He looked at the two notable recommendations. What seemed to Orr to be the most likely was that he became a part of some kind of shadow organization, like Section 31 or Temporal Investigations, or the IRS. It had to be something compelling - be it a fear or a very enticing option that pulled Daharren away from her. They would hit on two options for now. One was the apartment and the other to speak to Major Osvern.

He would send Benji and Val to speak to the apartment. He would speak to Major Osvern. Around his hotel room the three had gathered. “You two check out the apartment. An apartment has a landlord. Check out the place. Pose as potential renters and that you had known Daharren in school and that he had lived there and liked it. After a bit of time to get your relationship together you’re back to continue studies. Ask about him and if he is still there and follow that conversation.” He pointed to one of the recommendations. “I’ll talk to Osvern, and wanting to poach Daharren but can’t seem to locate him.”

“What are you going to say,” Val asked.
“One of our shell companies, a private defense research firm called DefCom, is looking for new blood.”
“Forgot about that one. Is that still running?”
“Received a grant from the KAF. The Klingons are always ready to fund something that might make them more lethal.”
“With defense?” Benji asked.
“Better defense means more time to pound the others. Backwards logic but it worked for them. So lets get some sleep and get out in the morning and check these places out.
- Orr

OOC: I’ll split the thread for the two locations.
IC:
While there were many ways to try to contact Major Osvern, the simplest was a comm to his office at the Valtese Defence Force HQ here in Daquen. But there was always showing up and seeing f he would see Orr. It was hard to say what would garner a better reaction or result.

~Valleea