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Main Sim: Forensics Attn. Prison Personnel, CO

Posted Dec. 11, 2018, 10:42 a.m. by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) (Michael McDowell)

Posted by Captain Bov’ar Akarel (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: Forensics Attn. Prison Personnel, CO

Posted by Colonel Marco Gunther (Prison Warden) in Main Sim: Forensics Attn. Prison Personnel, CO

Posted by Major Kodek Vonn (Head Guard) in Main Sim: Forensics Attn. Prison Personnel, CO
Posted by… suppressed (36) by the Post Ghost! 👻
SNIP

The Computer came back with the video feed form several different cameras, as well as the audio. At approximately 1:34am, that very same morning, a young Guard could be seen patrolling the area, his face shrouded from the camera, beyond a slight sliver of skin that could be seen from the lense of the main hallway’s base camera. He seemed to be a casual guard, making his way towards Myvera’s Cell, as if about ready to relieve the previous guard from his shift. Arriving in silence, he turned to the guard and the following was recorded:

“I can take it from here, Boeing.”

“That won’t be necessary; boss signed me on for a graveyard, don’t think it would be wise to break his orders. You know, in case something goes wrong.”

“I just got information from the Guard that said I would take over. He figured you needed a break, or -quote unquote- your: ‘performance levels would drop to dangerous regions and you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly.’”

“That doesn’t sound like something the Major would say. Not to mention, I just got back from my two weeks of forced time off, because of that surgery. Remember?”

“Maybe That is why he thinks you could use an extra day off.”

“I don’t think so. Do you have anything to prove what he said?”

“Just his word,” there was a sigh. “Well, if you’re not gonna let me help you out that way, at least drink some water. You look exhausted.”

“Nah, it is just really hot in here. I could use the water though, thank you.” He took the water and sipped at it, before his expression changed. “That isn’t-!”

The man clapped his over the head, forcing his elbow down to his neck, where he quickly knocked him unconscious, to keep from his body spasming as badly as it might have before. Turning his head to the camera, for a split second, he rose a laser to it, before it suddenly blurred and went black.

Computer

“Laser technology. He must have put in a receptor at a previous date, or reconfigured the systems to respond to his stimuli.” They remarked, “Could you rewind a bit,” they watched as they did, before asking them to stop. “Do you recognize this man, Vonn?”

It was a mesomorphic man, whose ragged blonde hair was pulling neck into a small bun. His skin was scarred across the lip and the eye, heterochromatic eyes indicating a slight genetic mutation at a point in his development or life. He was of average stature, his build general for a man in his position— or even feigned position.

Jebidiah

OOC: His choice will determine which way the story goes. So it doesn’t matter if he chooses he knows the man, or that he doesn’t. :)

Vonn stood motionless for several moments. “No. But I recognize some of the tactics. Used by Bounty Hunters. Although I am sure some of the specific training is not used solely by those in that profession.”

Vonn, Head Guard

“Perhaps,” Jebidiah agreed. “Are there any records of any new personnel joining the prison within the last two weeks? Anyone that you haven’t personally met, judging by the fact you don’t remotely recognize this man?” They inquired to him.

Jebidiah

The electronic voice said “Absolutely not. All prison staff are rotated on three-month cycle. And all are vetted before they are allowed on board.”

Vonn, Head Guard

“Then maybe he is someone who was a guard before you got here. After all, his knowledge couldn’t have been found on just reading about the schematics of this place.” They thought for a second. “Do you have archives of the previous guards or even previous prisoners? It might be a far fetch, but either this guy is really good at scanning a library, or he had experience on this ship, once before.”

Jebidiah
Forensics

Vonn reached down and tapped a few commands into a nearby terminal. “You now have the personnel records of all past guards. I made it a policy to not employ anyone who had previous experience on the ship. Minimizes familiarity with both the ship and the prisoners.”

Vonn, Head Guard

“Smart move,” Jebidiah commended, as per general politeness. “Is there anyone on your force that has shown any tendencies towards wishing to harm anyone? Anyone who has seemed off, or perhaps a bit more skittish or even far more composed than the others?”

Jebidiah

Vonn replied immediately. “Sergeant Colls. He was removed from duty, and the ship, for… ‘disciplining’… a prisoner. I do not tolerate abuse from my staff, Lieutenant.”

Vonn, Head Guard

Vonn then added “I doubt he had anything to do with it, however. He was killed in a altercation in another prison a month ago. His body was used to send a ‘message’ as the seriousness of the prisoner’s demands.”

Vonn, Head Guard

“And this prisoner was–?” They asked, wondering if they could link some of these things together.

Jebidiah

“Inmate Seven-Nine-Six-Kilo. Human male. Legal name Richard Conrad. Charges were assault with a deadly weapon, theft of Federation property, trespassing, and murder.” Vonn replied. He then added “I would not consider him a strong suspect in this matter. Conrac has been incarcerated in a penal colony for the past four months. And he isn’t this - ” he said with a wave to the displays of the cell, “- clever.” Vonn then looked at the screens for a moment, the visor of the helmet reflecting the images. “No. Conrad is a sledgehammer. The one or ones who did this were surgical tools. Clean. Precise. Organized.” and then a thought occurred to him and he slowly turned to face the Forensic Scientist. “Organized and well-funded.” he said with emphasis.

Vonn, Head Guard

“I agree,” The scientist studied the footage for a few seconds, narrowing their eyes to small slits that seemed almost incapable of seeing anything beyond the blackened abyss of their own thoughts. “Major.. what organizations were Miss Statin affiliated with? Anything that might’ve point towards why someone would want to kidnap her? Known enemies?”

Jebidiah

OOC: The Syndicate; everything else is up to you to make up. :)
Trin

Vonn’s helmet swiveled to the scientist. “Correct me if I am wrong, but you are a crime scene forensic scientist, are you not? You are asking questions as if you are a lead investigator.” The synthesized was emotionless, regulated, and steady. But all of the guards in the room moved slightly in reaction to the Head Guard’s words and the ones stationed inside the door gripped their weapons a bit more tightly. Vonn took a small step towards the figure.

“I have been given the permissions I need to ask the questions I need answered. My job is to gather evidence and any information a that might be helpful to the rest of the team. I’d be more than willing to have the Detective come down here and ask these same questions, but I sincerely doubt you want to waste more time than we already have.” There was something weird about this scientist.

“The prisoner in question has ties to the Syndicate. An organization with deep pockets and and far reach. As such, I am hesitant to disclose any more information to you. Correct me if I am wrong, but you are to find forensic data and report on it. The investigatory aspect is not part of your duties.” And he stepped back again. “Perform your analysis. We can… ‘discuss’… your findings when you are done.” and he tapped his badge. =/\= Vonn to Warden. Please come to the Command and Control Room immediately. =/\=

Vonn, Head Guard

“Of course,” The person turned and went back to their previous work.

=^= Acknowledged Major, I’ll be en route.=^=

His meeting with the Captain was close to finished and would be able to head back that way once it concluded within the next minute or less.

Col. Gunther
Warden

Jebidiah

Vonn’s helmet didn’t move, but a small gesture of his hand and one of the guards tapped his helmet and sub-vocalized something inaudible to the others in the room. Inside of thirty seconds, two more guards arrived and took up positions in the now-crowded room, and devoted their attention solely to the ‘scientist’.

OOC: Just gonna give a small pause here to give space for some actions to take place before I arrive if any are needed!

OOC: That wraps it up, for the second! Jebidiah can return after Gunther and Vonn have spoken!
- Trin

Vonn, Head Guard

It might have only been about 5-7 minutes before Gunther arrived. Most of the time most likely due to the checkpoints that needed to be passed through in order to get to their command center. As Gunther entered the already crowded room, he look at the guards first, then the scientist before raising a brow and heading over towards Major Vonn. Somewhat sensing the vibe of the room he leaned over towards the desk as if examining the video before addressing the Major a very hushed voice, “What’s the latest Major?” He figured his helmet could easily pick it up or if anything he’d indicate that he would need to repeat, but louder.

Col. Gunther
Warden

Vonn reached over to nearby console and retrieved a PADD and tapped some commands into it. A moment later, there appeared a recording of the previous exchange between the Forensic Scientist and Vonn. Before Gunther could play it, Vonn’s helmet nodded slightly at the door, indicating that he thought the Warden should listen to it outside the room.

After the video was a single line of text: “I do not trust him. He is asking questions outside of forensics, and it seems very odd.”

Vonn, Head Guard

Lt. Zero took the turbolift down to the holding cells he entered the command center. Looking around It brought back memorie of last time he was here many years ago. “ Can I talk to the warden and head guard” he asked.

Lt. Zero Del Wolf (COS)

Vonn looked past the Warden and snapped his fingers. Immediately two guards flanked the CoS. Vonn walked up to him and the synthesized voice came through the helmet and said “I don’t know how you managed to get in here, but you are not authorized in the prison without an escort. You have your area of operations, Lieutenant. I suggest you say within them. You will now be removed from the prison. If I find you in the prison again, I will have you arrested. If you need to talk to Prison staff, you will request such through the Warden or myself.” and then he looked at the guards. “Get him out of here. Now.” and he watched as the guards blocked Wolf’s access to the room and motioned for him to make his way out.

Vonn, Head Guard

Gunther was a bit more baffled than anything, why would they let Starfleet down here without the Captain’s orders? The only exception currently was the forensic scientist that was currently there since he had the permission. “Now is currently not a good time Lieutenant. I’m usually pretty good at following communique, but I don’t recall Captain Bov’ar authorizing you in being down in the cells, much less the command center.” The Colonel gave a short quick nod to one of the guards. “Martinez, please escort the Lieutenant back to an authorized portion of the ship.”

“Sorry Lieutenant, follow me.” Martinez mentioned as he gave him a polite nudge towards the door.

“Oh, Lieutenant.” Gunther looked up again from the surveillance video, “We’ll talk later, don’t worry.”

Col. Gunther
Warden

Zero turned and went back the way he came. He looked at Martinez “ I will show you I got in so you can fix it I send a lot of hours down here in the past there are a little blind spots”

Lt. Zero Del Wolf (COS)

The guard nodded and followed the Lieutenant out of the room.

Meanwhile Gunther slid the padd back over almost as if just moving it out of the way as he adjusted the zoom on the video, not particularly zooming in on anything important, but it wasn’t anything pointless to indicate his delay of time. It had two lines on it, a very rough translation and in small text in Romulan. The Colonel figured he could read it if he could speak it. It basically read, ‘Starfleet, specialists, siloed. Suspicious. No jurisdiction. Will ask Commander.’ Not too many people knew how to speak Romulan, and even fewer could write it, but a few recon missions he was forced to learn a bit of it getting stuck behind lines.

“Damn, I actually needed to ask that Lieutenant something. Keep trying to look for any identifying details Major.” A complete fib, but it would at least give him more time without the scientist getting suspicious. He stepped out of the room, and for good measure went one checkpoint forward. Within that checkpoint he looked at the guards behind the shielded room. “No one leaves the Command Center aside from Major Vonn. Even the guards.” He tapped his communicator.

=^= Gunther to Bov’ar. Are you available? =^=

Usually the old Marine was very diligent in the ranking structure and always paid respect to it, but his tone was urgent, short, to the point.

Col. Gunther
Warden

=^=Seeing to a quick issue in engineering, but it seems they got a handle on it. Where are you?=^=

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

Vonn watched the forensic scientist closely. He was up to something, that much was obvious. Vonn picked up the PaDD and erased the text, and pulled up the video feed. As he watched what Jebidiah was doing, he rubbed his thumb against the tip of his ring finger, using the PaDD to hide the slight motion. A minuscule piece of the exposed material of the glove on his finger rolled off and disappeared, leaving a dot no bigger than pin head of clear material exposed on the finger. Vonn moved next to Jebidiah and handed him the PaDD. “I want to see all the data you have collected. While you look at the surveillance, maybe I can find something that sticks out.” Keeping Jebidiah’s focus on the PaDD, he ever-so-lightly brushed his finger again and the dot fell down and landed on the man’s pant leg, sticking to it. inside the helmet, audible only to Vonn, there was a brief period of static followed by silence. “Unless you wish to consolidate your findings before dissemination?” he asked, and heard his own synthesized voice echo back in the helmet. He knew the eavesdropping device was working.

Vonn, Head Guard

“I’m not certain of what I’m looking at, just yet.” The man responded, raising their head to the opposing. For a second, they seemed to consider the idea, but it was not for the purpose of how helpful it would be. Instead, it was for the purpose of how damning it might be. They didn’t wish to risk anything on this, especially if it meant that the Guard or anyone might be pointed towards the true nature of all of this, and that was not something they wished to risk. However, hiding it would only made it worse. “Here,” They offered the PaDD, waiting for him to take it, so they could return to the surveillance footage.

Lt. Jebidiah

Gunther shifted his weight and looked back towards the checkpoint, watching the door on the other side and contemplating how to phase his response.

“Computer, utilize shuttlecraft USS Rifter database, remain local. Authorization Gunther, Romeo 2-8 Tango. Encrypt communications with protocol Echo-4. Prompt recipient for challenge phrase, ‘One shot, one kill’.” It wasn’t used much anymore, but it was an old Starfleet Marine Corps encryption algorithm mostly used for recon missions behind enemy lines. With this uneasy feeling building within him, he knew he couldn’t be too cautious, especially if this Science Officer knew a lot of things.

After a second the Captain’s communicator had a sharp static sound followed by garbled audio before prompting in a deep male voice instead of the typical Starfleet female communications voice.

=/\= Response required. ‘One shot, one kill.’ ..Return phrase? =/\=

=/\=Ready to die, but never will.=/\=

=/\= Passphrase accepted. Modulation complete. =/\=

=/\= Apologies on the caution Cap’n. Not exactly sure how to mention this .. call it a gut feeling, but something feels off about this forensics officer that Starfleet sent. Both myself and Vonn agree that something doesn’t feel right. =/\=

Col. Gunther
Warden

=/\= Have they proven to he a liability in any way? Made any dangerous or perhaps hostile moves towards any members of the crew?=/\=

Bov’ar did not distrust the man’s concerns, but she wished to know exactly where this concern was coming from. She couldn’t go after a man on a hunch.. But that was not to say she had not done it once or twice before.

=/\=On a side note.. Have you tried contacting their Commanding Officer? I know we have some cons lurking around. I wouldn’t be surprised if they may be affiliated with one of them?=/\=

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

=/\=Nothing definitive, thought I thought it was just me being suspicious, but Vonn brought to my attention that in my absence he had been asking questions that were outside of forensics. Investigative questions. Could be curiosity, could be thorough-ness, but .. forgive me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Starfleet rather silo’d with their specialists? Why is he blurring those lines? =/\=

=/\=As far as I’m concerned, anyone working under Starfleet command should be following the strict protocol placed upon them. Officers are to perform their duties and their duties alone, unless the situation provokes otherwise. He shouldn’t have been crossing those lines, especially in an environment such as his own. And questions? He is a Forensic Scientist. The investigator isn’t in this, yet.=/\=

=/\= Which is why it made me suspicious on why he’s asking those kinds of questions.. =/\=

Gunther started pacing outside of the checkpoint keeping his eye on the door with his arms crossed. He didn’t like this feeling, most of the time it didn’t steer him wrong, but he had no proof or hostility from the Lieutenant.

=/\= Vonn and I could try to see if we can trip him up or figure something out, but .. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to catch anything in the act. I also doubt that his CO would give a prison warden any information in regards to his officer’s. Aside from that .. any word on Engineering? Any evidence of tampering by chance ..? =/\=

Col. Gunther
Warden

=/\=As far as we know, there has been no sign of tamperment. One of conduits unexpectedly malfunctioned, but it wasn’t enough to be devastational. Engineering isn’t certain if it was by stress or something was done to it, but there is no evidence in favor of the latter.=/\=

Captn. Bov’ar
CO

=/\= We’ll keep an eye out on him, but won’t do anything to overtly hinder his analysis. Hopefully I can find something more concrete, I just got a bad feeling about this.. I’ll keep you up to speed. =/\=

=/\=10-4. Captain, out.=/\=
Bov’ar

He doubletapped his communicator, terminating the encrypted communications before looking back towards the guard in charge of the checkpoint. “Disregard that small lockdown, I’m heading back in.” He went back through the checkpoint and towards the door stepping through as it opened. “Apologies gentleman, apparently he’s the new Chief of Security, meeting up with him later for dinner to see what he needed from earlier. Just had to mention to him that his sudden appearance was rather … inappropriate without prior permission for entering the Prison.” He placed his hands at his utility belt, setting his thumbs on this inside to just let his arms hang comfortably. “Anything you can piece together yet on your analysis Lieutenant?” He looked over towards the Forensics Investigator, hoping to hear at least some good news at the minimum.

Col. Gunther
Warden

“That is odd. Most Starfleet know not to enter this place without the order of the Captain,” They returned, turning their head towards the man when he entered further into the room. Their gaze seemed stone, as if nothing were passing through it. No emotion, nothing. It was as if someone were looking into a black hole, a deepened abyss of nothingness yet, they somehow could tell everything any of these people needed to know. “Whoever did this, Warden, is rather skilled in their abilities. They have been able to effectively conceal themselves from the camera. I assume this to be a type of evasive method, meaning they likely disabled the cameras, instead of keeping them on. This is a bit of a foolish route to go, as it tells us the time fragment they committed the crime in, but it did effectively keep them from being seen.” They paused, “The perpetrator is likely in direct correlation with Starfleet, or the Guard, otherwise, they would not have the level of understanding of the prison that they do. Best bet? Posing as a Security Officer, Doctor or as a Guard on your staff. Although, that is about as much information as I can offer, until I know exactly how many suspects there are in those fields. Sorry, sir.”

Lt. Jebidiah

Vonn’s helmet cocked to the side slightly, but he remained silent while Jebidiah spoke. When he finished, Vonn said “Lieutenant, I am sure this is most distressing, but we simply have to move a prisoner to Medical. It has been scheduled since yesterday. We cannot allow you to be in the prison while the transfer is made, especially now. I will ensure that no further action is taken with the surveillance until you are done with your examination, but you will have to wait outside the prison for approximately ten minutes. Is that acceptable, or should I try to reschedule the transfer?” he asked, his electronic voice flat and emotionless. Unbeknownst to anyone other than Vonn and the Warden, he always had a prisoner transfer scheduled for Medical, for just this reason: If someone was in the prison that needed to be excused without making a scene, it was the perfect reason. And it showed up as a newly scheduled transfer anytime anyone looked for it, marked as being scheduled the previous day. The only thing that changed was the name.

Vonn, Head Guard

“That is of no issue, sir. I have to get back to the Investigator, and explain what I’ve got. She’ll want to know. I’m sure you’ll be getting a comm from her, in a few hours, at most.” The J’naii rose to their feet, brushing off their uniform, as if there were invisible particles dusting along the hem and the material. “Should you require and further investigation, the forensic department is one deck seven, lab 27a. I’m sure you probably know that, but just in case.” They seemed to be amiable, for the time being. However, there was something fishy about this man, and it wasn’t as if anyone could truly pinpoint what it was. “I assume you have an escort to ensure I leave the prison,” He gestured with his hand, as if to say he was ready to go and the Guard could call whoever he wanted to lead him out.

Lt. Jebidiah
Forensics

Vonn gestured and four guards fell in to place around the scientist. “Escort him out. No stops.” and he waited for the man to leave and a few moments for them to move away. He then looked at the remaining guards and Warden. He moved to the control console and picked up a PaDD from a drawer that the Scientist hadn’t touched. He pulled up the text input, typed in large red letters “Full sweep. Listening and sabotage devices.” He showed the PaDD to everyone in the room, and then began scanning the Control Center for frequency modulations and broadcast signals.

Vonn, Head Guard

Gunther nodded in agreement and understanding and knelt down to check the underside of the console that the scientist was working on sliding his hands lightly and quietly along the bottom in case their was some sort of bug. He didn’t want to alert it to odd sounds of long scratching or sliding to indicate that he was purposefully looking for something.

Col. Gunther
Warden

Unfortunately, nothing had been planted and neither the Major nor the Warden would be able to find any devices indicating direct sabotage.

Storyteller

OOC: I wonder about listening devices though?

IC: After searching for a while with everyone else he stood and shrugged while shaking his head to indicate that he wasn’t able to find anything erring on the side of caution to keep silent in case he missed anything. He looked over to a few of the other guards and Major Vonn to see if they discovered anything in the areas they were searching in.

Col. Gunther
Warden


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