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1. [DL-W] Time to Investigate
From: lady_elf@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
2. [USS Capricorn] Rico's Relaxation
From: "Scott Huckaby" <tygerboi30@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 11:49:31 -0500
From: lady_elf@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-W] Time to Investigate
Day 16, Evening - Corra's Apartment
The Head Trainer and young healer knocked on Corra's door and waited
for an
answer. Xanthia looked at Tatiana expectantly.
"Bang harder," Tatiana instructed.
Xanthia pounded the door with all her might, and again they waited.
"Well are you going to open it or shall I?" Tatiana asked.
Xanthia reached for the door knob and turned it, pu****ng the unlocked
door
open.
"Corra?" she called out. "Corra???"
Again, there was no answer. Tatiana pushed the door open and walked in,
and
Xanthia followed uncertainly. The two wandered the apartment, calling
the
elder healer's name. Silence greeted them.
A wave of relief swept over Xanthia as she opened the door to Corra's
den
and found her slumped across her desk, a book beneath her head and a
teacup beside the book.
"Sleeping?" Xanthia asked in her childlike way. "She must have fallen
asleep while working..."
Tatiana just looked at Xanthia and the two moved toward the healer.
Xanthia
patted the healer's outstretched hand. As she did she noticed it's
coldness.
"Corra? Corra, wake up!" she said, even as her trained fingers wrapped
around the cold wrist to feel for a pulse.
Her stricken expression told all as she looked up at Tatiana and shook
her
head.
"Heart attack?"
"She was healthy as a horse," Xanthia muttered. Her frantic eyes
surveyed
the scene before her once more.
"Well, we'll need an autopsy then. "
Xanthia nodded. Unexplained deaths were thoroughly investigated ever
since
Merissa's poisoning. She stood blankly for several seconds then looked
back
at the veteran dragonrider to see that she was already delving into the
matter.
"This isn't any medical text," Tatiana said as she held the book that
had
previously been beneath Corra's head in her now gloved hands.
Xanthia wandered over and cocked her head to the side as she viewed the
pages of the open volume. "That's Latnem's handwriting."
"It appears to be his missing journal."
"Indeed," Xanthia said, her eyes growing wide as she read a paragraph,
having the bad habit of reading anything before her with words on the
page.
"But what would Corra..." Xanthia's chin began to quiver.
"That's what we need to find out. Make sure that autopsy is extra
thorough."
"Autopsy..." Xanthia's face greyed.
"Xanthia... Xanthia, are you all right?"
"Yes, I just... she raised me..." Xanthia's voice trailed off as her
thoughts and emotions began to race.
Tatiana's eyes glazed over in that dragonrider way but Xanthia didn't
notice.
"Xanthia... Xanthia!" Tatiana called out, causing Xanthia to flinch
slightly as she came back from her thoughts and looked up again at the
trainer.
"I need you to go tell Merissa." Tatiana instructed, though she'd
already
had Zenia contact Chrysthal
"Go tell Merissa," Xanthia repeated as she rubbed the silk of the skirt
of
her dress between her fingers absentmindedly.
"Go back to the ball. Be calm, take Merissa aside and tell her what
happened. Th'rin will need to arrange an autopsy"
"Tell Merissa what happened," Xanthia nodded as walked out of the
apartment.
<<TAG Andrew! Hope I got Tatiana right. TAG Kris!>>
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**Later**
Faylen entered the open door to the deceased healer's apartment.
She'd felt out of place at the ball and would have much rather been
wearing trousers than the gorgeous gown that the prince's seamstress
had
made for all the queenriders. As such she was too glad for the
op****tunity
to leave the ball, though she was sad it had to be because of a death
in
the warren.
"Tatiana?" She waited to go further in until she had the Head Trainer's
attention.
"Merissa sent me to help you investigate," Faylen explained.
<<TAG Andrew!>>
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SUMMARY:
Day 16, Evening -
Xanthia and Tatiana arrive at Corra's apartment to discover the older
healer lying dead across her desk. The book on the desk turns out to be
Latnem's journal. Tatiana explains that an autopsy needs done and sends
Xanthia back to the ball to inform Merissa even though she's already
had
Zenia contact Chrysthal.
Faylen arrives at Corra's and tells Tatiana that Merissa sent her to
help
investigate.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Morgan
lady_elf@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 14:07:47 -0500
From: "Scott Huckaby" <tygerboi30@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] Rico's Relaxation
MD 4; 2100
USS Capricorn; Bridge
After Ensign Jayden Rico Medina arrived back on the bridge and Lt, (jg)
Mitchell gave him his new assignment, Rico moved to the operations
console.
He knew he was next in line for Ops after Commander Dernah had left and
CPO
Wade died but he started to wonder if he really wanted the position.
Was he
prepared to become a senior officer? he couldn't help but worry about
this
despite Dylan having just passed.
After sitting down at the console he crossed himself and said, "In
nomine
patri et fili et spiritu sancti" The helmsman, one Ensign Walker,
looked at
Jayden like he was crazy.
"I'm sorry, Ensign. I forgot anyone was near me for a moment there,"
Medina
said apologetic.
"It's quite alright. It just isn't that often that you hear Latin
spoken
anymore," Walker said.
"You know Latin?"
"A little bit. I did my honors thesis in high school on the rise and
fall of
the Latin language."
"That sounds like it was wonderful."
"Ensign, how are you faring with that scan for the away teams?"
"I have a lock on them for now, but can't seem to beam them back. It's
all a
damn oddity, sir," Jayden said to his superior.
"Well let the trans****ter chief worry about that. Just keep an eye on
them.
We've got to get them back and soon."
"Yes, Lieutenant," was Jayden's simple reply.
MD 4: 2200
Mitchell walked over to Medina's post and said, "Ensign, you're off
duty
now. Go get some rest and food in you."
"What? Oh yes, sir," Rico said as he slid from the chair and allowed
another
ensign to assume ops. Half-running and half-walking, Rico left the
bridge.
He instructed the turbolift to take him to his quarters where he would
get
something to eat. And once the turbolift stopped, Rico got out and
noticed
that it had not taken him to the deck where his quarters were but
rather
Deck 8 where the holodecks were. He stood back and ordered the
turbolift to
take him to Deck 7 and the computer said, "Unable to comply. Please
restate
desitination."
Rico cursed in Spanish and the computer beeped in defiance. So he
exited the
turbolift and made his way to holodeck 3. Before entering, he said,
"Computer, program Medina 3, Mexican resort."
This time the computer was cooperative and gave him what he asked for.
It
was as if the computer knew how hard a day he had had and wanted him to
unwind. He entered the holodeck and asked for a swimsuit tailored to
his
body type. He changed out of his uniform and into the swimsuit then
realized
that he had forgotten to lock the door so he did so.
Rico found something odd happening, he was enjoying himself. He
couldn't get
over how at ease he felt. So he walked up to the spa area and ordered a
massage and a young, nicely built, blonde haired man attended to him.
He groaned as the man kneeded into his tight muscles and Rico found
himself
beginning to relax. He pondered what he should do next. Should he pass
on
the chance proferred him or just leave. He quickly decided he would
leave.
Exiting the holodeck, Rico continued onto his quarters one deck above
his
current position. He was so totally at ease that he forgot to change
back
into his uniform. But thought 'what the hell, I'm going back to my
quarters
anyhow.'
Respectfully submitted,
Scott Huckaby
AKA Ensign Rico Medina
Currently unassigned
USS Capricorn
NCC 1753
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