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1. [USS CAPRICORN] - A Brief Examination of the Facts
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2. [UUS-CAPRICORN] -RESUBMITTED - JP - A Brief Examinations of
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Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2004 09:06:04 -0700
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Subject: [USS CAPRICORN] - A Brief Examination of the Facts
1500
Examination Room
[Snip from Carys]
"Lt Istria Talara re****ting for medical exam." A voice interrupted
Miaren's
thoughts. She looked up and saw a rather stunning Bajoran woman
standing at
attention in the doorway. Miaren rose to her full 5' and offered her
hand.
"I'm Dr Hywell." She offered with a smile. She was stunning, well
except
for that patch she wore over her eye. Miaren almost said something,
but
decided until she studied her file more thoroughly, perhaps this would
not
be the time to mention it.
"Please, come and make yourself comfortable. I do thank you for
complying so
readily to my request." Miaren offered, hoping to put her in a more
receptive mood.
[End Snip]
Istria simply nodded. She had a lot on her mind at the moment, what
with
returning to the Marin System that she'd hoped was buried in her past,
and
the last place she wanted to be was here wasting time in the Doc's
Examination Room. No, correction. This was the *second* last place.
The
last place she wanted to be was back in Marin. Which was precisely
where
they were headed.
The Science Officer suppressed the thoughts, counterproductive she
told
herself, She might as well get this over with, and after all, the
Doctor was
a fellow scientist and Istria knew how annoyed she'd be if people
didn't
co-operate with something as necessary as a Med Exam.
"It's okay." She said, her voice neither friendly nor unfriendly.
"You'll
find I'm in perfect health."
Miaren nodded and smiled and quickly checked her notes.
"Aye, tis true, you are in very good health physically." She answered
warmly.
"I see here in your files that you had once been to the place we are
now
going to." She smiled and looked at her to study her reaction. She
was
curious about this place, for several reasons, one being no one had
any
information they were willing to share, and two; the Captain seemed a
mite
worried over her.
"Would you care to share anything you can remember?" she asked
sincerely.
"I am a we bit curious as I can not find anything on this place, and I
would
like to have surgery and medical ready for what ever comes our way."
Miaren could have sworn she saw a mask drop over the Lt's features and
her
stance grew more guarded. Miaren wondered if she had been too overly
enthusiastic with her questioning.
She continued her exam and making notes, hoping if she went about her
tasks
quietly, maybe the Lt. would be more willing to share what she knew.
Miaren could sense she was either afraid or reluctant to speak of it,
and
that made it all the more curious for her to know.
It was a long while before Istria spoke again. "No, I don't have
anything
to share." She said in a low voice. "I only know what happened
there-young
lives tragically lost. But that is not im****tant." The frown on
Istria's
face showed that this was all too im****tant to *her* "What's
im****tant is
*why* it happened. And I'm dammed if I know! If it's the truth you
want,
I'm the last person to ask-my data is oh-so-subjective, and that's not
scientific, is it.."
Istria's expression was bitter as she concluded. It seemed clear that
the
Bajoran woman was having trouble reconciling the effect the tragedy so
many
years ago had had on her psyche, with the frustration at the 'lack of
data'
to solve the mystery.
Miaren nodded as she heard the emotion in her voice. Was it pain?
Frustration? Anger? What ever the mix of it was, it appeared that
what
ever had happened still haunted her.
Miaren picked through the chosen words and realized that altho she had
claimed it was not that im****tant, it was and further more, she
appeared to
grow more agitated and the words bitter as she spoke.
Miaren nodded in response to her words and began to form her
questions; the
one that would open up her locked trunk of knowledge, and maybe, just
maybe
help ease some of the burden she seemed to carry with her.
"I think ya be the perfect person to ask." She answered softly. "You
still
have the passion to want to solve the mystery that ya found yourself
in."
Miaren flipped through the notes and looked back up to her.
"I am a scientist as well, and I have spent my life, studying facts,
ideas
and problems that sometimes make no sense. Does not mean the data is
faulty, it only means "WE" don't understand it." Miaren counseled
gently.
She had the feeling that Istria was having a problem with dealing with
what
known fact was and what she had personally witnessed and experienced.
Miaren was also not surprised that she had been stonewalled. She had
seen
it many times before, and she had listened to her father rant on just
such a
subject. She was glad she had sent him his inquiries and hoped that
maybe
what she could learn from the Lt, and the gossip tidbits that her
father was
privy to, she might better be able to serve her ****p-mates.
"Can ya tell me anything? Anything ya remember?" Miaren asked softly,
as
gently as she could. "I wish to try to prepare and be better prepared
than
on thy last mission to this place." Miaren looked to the Lt to watch
and
study her reaction to her request.
"Ya carry within the answers we need to have a successful mission,
altho I
am sure ya have been told otherwise. Let me see if together we can
unravel
the mystery and perhaps put to rest these ghosts?"
Istria sighed. "You're not the first person to have tried this." She
said
wearily. But the Bajoran seemed to relax somewhat, or was it just a
weary
resigned slump in her posture?
"We went there for a routine training and exploratory mission." She
began.
"I knew none of the students and cadets, but they all seemed competent
and
enthusiastic. The natives of the planet were.strange. But it wasn't
my
place to comment on that this was a geological survey, and if they'd
wanted
an anthropological re****t, they'd have sent a different team.
"Our findings were.interesting, We discovered a vein of a mineral I
hadn't
seen before-I thought it might be valuable, either scientifically or
economically, and I took a sample for analysis later. Then one of the
students set the explosive charge to expose some more of the mineral
vein,
and that's when the explosion occurred. The charge went off
prematurely.
And.you know the rest."
"But.I don't, do I?" the doctor said softly.
"No," Istria admitted. "What happened next doesn't appear in any of
the
files. When I was recovering after the accident, I asked about the
mineral
sample I'd collected, and was told no sample had been found. When I
tried
to contact the surviving students, I was unable to, though I was told
that
they were 'all well'. However, neither of their names have shown up
on any
of the official StarFleet Rosters I have studied; which strikes me as
strange for such promising youngsters, don't you think? I think it
unlikely
that both of them turned their backs on a potentially ****ning career
for a
life of obscurity."
Miaren listened quietly, and she had to admit her story did not match
anything she had ever heard of what had happened. She tried to
remember
anything that he father would have said, but, then, it was before her
time,
and unless something had come up would she have remembered her
parent's
discussion over it.
"That is very true Lt. And it also makes no sense." Miaren agreed.
"Perhaps I can try asking, and see where that gets us." She offered.
Istria smiled civilly but the look on her face told Miaren she did not
believe she would get any more information than she had.
"Well, I will promise, if I can discover anything, anything at all, I
will
share it with you."
She replied simply. "I need to know just as much as you, but for
different
reasons."
"You have no memory of anything after the explosion?" Miaren queried
again.
"And, was this explosion at night? Or in the daytime?" she asked
again, more
for her own clarification. Something did not sound right, and when
that was
happening, it meant that one of the facts was wrong. And if that was
possible, then.anything was possible.
"Nighttime." Said Istria. "We were running late that day. After we
found
the minerals. I decided we'd carry on until we'd got a sample,
regardless
of the time." She replied.
"WITHIN safety limits, of course." She reiterated. "THAT wasn't the
reason
for the 'accident.' In case you were wondering." Istria's remaining
eye
glittered dangerously.
Miaren nodded and smiled. "Nay, I was not thinkin that." She smiled.
"You
said that the people could not move around durin the day?" she asked
again
and Istria nodded her head wondering where this was leading.
"Yes, we were told it was not safe." She replied. "AND the
instruments
backed that information." She answered, not seeing where this was
going.
Miaren nodded. "Sounds like sabotage to me." She replied evenly.
"Either
both sides, or perhaps ours?" she ventured.
Miaren was not prepared for the look that flashed across the Lt. face.
"That is a powerful accusation to make Dr."
"Aye it is." Miaren answered softly. "But when lookin at a puzzle one
needs
to look at all the possibilities of how the pieces might fit together.
And,
I've been around long enough to know that where there is smoke, there
be
fire. And Lt, ya be a walking inferno, and all you are told is that
you
must be mistaken, ya cant see straight through all the smoke." Miaren
replied.
Istria's face was unreadable as she continued to study the Doctor.
Miaren
took another breath. "I can't promise ya anything, but I shall probe
and
see what I may be able to dig up, I have a few sources." She replied.
"It
just seems strange to me that the samples are missing, and there is NO
mention of them. It sounds like someone did not want anyone to know
what ya
found."
Istria nodded and held her opinions to herself. Miaren watched the
play of
emotions and thoughts roll across her face and leave her mask behind.
"I think that is all I need right now." Miaren replied bringing the
subject
back to the exam, and the main reason she was in her office. "If I
should
have any other questions, or if anything unusual in your exam pops up,
I
shall notify you."
Istria stood and saluted as she prepared to leave the examination
room.
"And, I shall get back to you on anything I discover." Miaren said
after she
saluted the Lt. Miaren then stood and watched her leave the room with
the
same regal bearing as she had re****ted. Miaren left a message with
her
staff that she was taking a break, and would be back later to help
with the
rest of the annual exams.
Miaren hurried to her quarters, she needed to contact her father, and
Kaleb.
[TAG - Carina - if you wish to follow up with how Istria is feeling
about
what they spoke of]
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
aka
Miaren Hywell
CMO
Capricorn
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2004 10:10:31 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Subject: [UUS-CAPRICORN] -RESUBMITTED - JP - A Brief Examinations of
Facts
PLEASE FORGIVE
It appears I dropped the ball several times on this. *BLUSHES* I
forgot to
put the JP tag on, and the summary AND list both names. I think I
fixed
everything, I hope....Carys
1500
Examination Room
[Snip from Carys]
"Lt Istria Talara re****ting for medical exam." A voice interrupted
Miaren's
thoughts. She looked up and saw a rather stunning Bajoran woman
standing at
attention in the doorway. Miaren rose to her full 5' and offered her
hand.
"I'm Dr Hywell." She offered with a smile. She was stunning, well
except
for that patch she wore over her eye. Miaren almost said something,
but
decided until she studied her file more thoroughly, perhaps this would
not
be the time to mention it.
"Please, come and make yourself comfortable. I do thank you for
complying so
readily to my request." Miaren offered, hoping to put her in a more
receptive mood.
[End Snip]
Istria simply nodded. She had a lot on her mind at the moment, what
with
returning to the Marin System that she'd hoped was buried in her past,
and
the last place she wanted to be was here wasting time in the Doc's
Examination Room. No, correction. This was the *second* last place.
The
last place she wanted to be was back in Marin. Which was precisely
where
they were headed.
The Science Officer suppressed the thoughts, counterproductive she
told
herself, She might as well get this over with, and after all, the
Doctor was
a fellow scientist and Istria knew how annoyed she'd be if people
didn't
co-operate with something as necessary as a Med Exam.
"It's okay." She said, her voice neither friendly nor unfriendly.
"You'll
find I'm in perfect health."
Miaren nodded and smiled and quickly checked her notes.
"Aye, tis true, you are in very good health physically." She answered
warmly.
"I see here in your files that you had once been to the place we are
now
going to." She smiled and looked at her to study her reaction. She
was
curious about this place, for several reasons, one being no one had
any
information they were willing to share, and two; the Captain seemed a
mite
worried over her.
"Would you care to share anything you can remember?" she asked
sincerely.
"I am a we bit curious as I can not find anything on this place, and I
would
like to have surgery and medical ready for what ever comes our way."
Miaren could have sworn she saw a mask drop over the Lt's features and
her
stance grew more guarded. Miaren wondered if she had been too overly
enthusiastic with her questioning.
She continued her exam and making notes, hoping if she went about her
tasks
quietly, maybe the Lt. would be more willing to share what she knew.
Miaren could sense she was either afraid or reluctant to speak of it,
and
that made it all the more curious for her to know.
[End Snip]
It was a long while before Istria spoke again. "No, I don't have
anything
to share." She said in a low voice. "I only know what happened
there-young
lives tragically lost. But that is not im****tant." The frown on
Istria's
face showed that this was all too im****tant to *her* "What's
im****tant is
*why* it happened. And I'm dammed if I know! If it's the truth you
want,
I'm the last person to ask-my data is oh-so-subjective, and that's not
scientific, is it.."
Istria's expression was bitter as she concluded. It seemed clear that
the
Bajoran woman was having trouble reconciling the effect the tragedy so
many
years ago had had on her psyche, with the frustration at the 'lack of
data'
to solve the mystery.
Miaren nodded as she heard the emotion in her voice. Was it pain?
Frustration? Anger? What ever the mix of it was, it appeared that
what had
ever happened still haunted her.
Miaren picked through the chosen words and realized that altho she had
claimed it was not that im****tant, it was and further more, she
appeared to
grow more agitated and the words bitter as she spoke.
Miaren nodded in response to her words and began to form her
questions; the
one that would open up her locked trunk of knowledge, and maybe, just
maybe
help ease some of the burden she seemed to carry with her.
"I think ya be the perfect person to ask." She answered softly. "You
still
have the passion to want to solve the mystery that ya found yourself
in."
Miaren flipped through the notes and looked back up to her.
"I am a scientist as well, and I have spent my life, studying facts,
ideas
and problems that sometimes make no sense. Does not mean the data is
faulty, it only means "WE" don't understand it." Miaren counseled
gently.
She had the feeling that Istria was having a problem with dealing with
what
known fact was and what she had personally witnessed and experienced.
Miaren was also not surprised that she had been stonewalled. She had
seen
it many times before, and she had listened to her father rant on just
such a
subject. She was glad she had sent him his inquiries and hoped that
maybe
what she could learn from the Lt, and the gossip tidbits that her
father was
privy to, she might better be able to serve her ****p-mates.
"Can ya tell me anything? Anything ya remember?" Miaren asked softly,
as
gently as she could. "I wish to try to prepare and be better prepared
than
on thy last mission to this place." Miaren looked to the Lt to watch
and
study her reaction to her request.
"Ya carry within the answers we need to have a successful mission,
altho I
am sure ya have been told otherwise. Let me see if together we can
unravel
the mystery and perhaps put to rest these ghosts?"
Istria sighed. "You're not the first person to have tried this." She
said
wearily. But the Bajoran seemed to relax somewhat, or was it just a
weary
resigned slump in her posture?
"We went there for a routine training and exploratory mission." She
began.
"I knew none of the students and cadets, but they all seemed competent
and
enthusiastic. The natives of the planet were.strange. But it wasn't
my
place to comment on that this was a geological survey, and if they'd
wanted
an anthropological re****t, they'd have sent a different team.
"Our findings were.interesting, We discovered a vein of a mineral I
hadn't
seen before-I thought it might be valuable, either scientifically or
economically, and I took a sample for analysis later. Then one of the
students set the explosive charge to expose some more of the mineral
vein,
and that's when the explosion occurred. The charge went off
prematurely.
And.you know the rest."
"But.I don't, do I?" the doctor said softly.
"No," Istria admitted. "What happened next doesn't appear in any of
the
files. When I was recovering after the accident, I asked about the
mineral
sample I'd collected, and was told no sample had been found. When I
tried
to contact the surviving students, I was unable to, though I was told
that
they were 'all well'. However, neither of their names have shown up
on any
of the official StarFleet Rosters I have studied; which strikes me as
strange for such promising youngsters, don't you think? I think it
unlikely
that both of them turned their backs on a potentially ****ning career
for a
life of obscurity."
Miaren listened quietly, and she had to admit her story did not match
anything she had ever heard of what had happened. She tried to
remember
anything that he father would have said, but, then, it was before her
time,
and unless something had come up would she have remembered her
parent's
discussion over it.
"That is very true Lt. And it also makes no sense." Miaren agreed.
"Perhaps I can try asking, and see where that gets us." She offered.
Istria smiled civilly but the look on her face told Miaren she did not
believe she would get any more information than she had.
"Well, I will promise, if I can discover anything, anything at all, I
will
share it with you."
She replied simply. "I need to know just as much as you, but for
different
reasons."
"You have no memory of anything after the explosion?" Miaren queried
again.
"And, was this explosion at night? Or in the daytime?" she asked
again, more
for her own clarification. Something did not sound right, and when
that was
happening, it meant that one of the facts was wrong. And if that was
possible, then.anything was possible.
"Nighttime." Said Istria. "We were running late that day. After we
found
the minerals. I decided we'd carry on until we'd got a sample,
regardless
of the time." She replied.
"WITHIN safety limits, of course." She reiterated. "THAT wasn't the
reason
for the 'accident.' In case you were wondering." Istria's remaining
eye
glittered dangerously.
Miaren nodded and smiled. "Nay, I was not thinkin that." She smiled.
"You
said that the people could not move around durin the day?" she asked
again
and Istria nodded her head wondering where this was leading.
"Yes, we were told it was not safe." She replied. "AND the
instruments
backed that information." She answered, not seeing where this was
going.
Miaren nodded. "Sounds like sabotage to me." She replied evenly.
"Either
both sides, or perhaps ours?" she ventured.
Miaren was not prepared for the look that flashed across the Lt. face.
"That is a powerful accusation to make Dr."
"Aye it is." Miaren answered softly. "But when lookin at a puzzle one
needs
to look at all the possibilities of how the pieces might fit together.
And,
I've been around long enough to know that where there is smoke, there
be
fire. And Lt, ya be a walking inferno, and all you are told is that
you
must be mistaken, ya cant see straight through all the smoke." Miaren
replied.
Istria's face was unreadable as she continued to study the Doctor.
Miaren
took another breath. "I can't promise ya anything, but I shall probe
and
see what I may be able to dig up, I have a few sources." She replied.
"It
just seems strange to me that the samples are missing, and there is NO
mention of them to me. It sounds like someone did not want anyone to
know
what ya found."
Istria nodded and held her opinions to herself. Miaren watched the
play of
emotions and thoughts roll across her face and leave her mask behind.
"I think that is all I need right now." Miaren replied bringing the
subject
back to the exam, and the main reason she was in her office. "If I
should
have any other questions, or if anything unusual in your exam pops up,
I
shall notify you."
Istria stood and saluted as she prepared to leave the examination
room.
"And, I shall get back to you on anything I discover." Miaren said
after she
saluted the Lt. Miaren then stood and watched her leave the room with
the
same regal bearing as she had re****ted. Miaren left a message with
her
staff that she was taking a break, and would be back later to help
with the
rest of the annual exams.
Miaren hurried to her quarters, she needed to contact her father, and
Kaleb.
[TAG - Carina - if you wish to follow up with how Istria is feeling
about
what they spoke of]
[SUMMARY]
Istria comes in for her annual exam and Miaren questions her on her
past
dealings with the system they are now heading for. They talk candidly
for a
bit and Miaren promised to check into it and see if they can not work
out
what really happened.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carina Norris
aka
Istria Talara
&
Carys Murray
aka
Miaren Hywell
CMO
Capricron
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