CSEC Kalem Animim

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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Fri Mar 14, 2014 10:35 pm

The Attack Part 2

The passage of time had lost meaning to Kalem: he didn't know how long he had been been unconscious before he was shaken awake. The first thing that he saw was the Romulan, M'krah. The first, obvious thing was the large wound on the side of M'krah: he had been wounded, although it looked like the Romulan had performed some basic first aid in order to heal his wound. Another person was nearby but for a moment Kalem didn't recognise who ever it was.

"Come on, you blue bastard, get up!" Friendly as always, the Romulan gave Kalem a few motivational kicks in order to encourage him up. The Bolian felt weak: although he could feel no wounds, Kalem had been crushed against a wall by the force of the explosion, a likely reason why Kalem had lost consciousness. Slowly, he picked himself up, struggling to his feet: they felt weak. A few dead Orions could be seen nearby: they had been shot in the back. Looking around, Kalem finally realised who the second person was: it was Vdar, a Ferengi that had joined their merry band of marauders with a view to make a profit.

It was weird: of all his compatriots, Vdar had been one of the few that Kalem had not trusted: the Ferengi, for some reason, had always seemed to be the sort that would shoot anyone of them in the back. It made sense, from a financial perspective: since the profit from the venture was whatever they managed to round up from the raid, it was clear that the fewer people that returned alive, the fewer people that the loot would need to be split amongst. It was therefore a surprise that Vdar had saved both M'krah and Kalem from a grisly fate. Fortunately, this surprise was soon shattered once Vdar opened his mouth.

"I was separated from the others and the ship. You two will make suitable meat-shields to help me get back. Unless the Romulan slows us down with his wound..." The Ferengi, as always, was direct in his demeanour and speech. It had grated back before the attack, but now it was almost welcome. More welcome than getting shot while unconscious by an Orion pirate, at least.

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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:23 pm

The Attack Part 3

They had lost much, they had gained nothing, but they had made it back alive, something that none of the three had expected to be able to do. They had met little resistance on their way back to the shuttle. That was, until, they had actually reached the shuttle. The orion had been taking cover behind crates within the hangar, firing at the Forsaken Hope, the appropriately-named shuttle owned by Siobhan, one of the human leaders of this little expedition. Kalem, the Romulan and the Ferengi had, probably by chance, managed to flank the Orion and a fearful slaughter of the green-skinned aliens had begun. Many were shot in the back gleefully by Vdar and M'krah, but Kalem flinched: it was almost like his morality was catching up to him, even though throughout the raid, Kalem's morals had been momentarily forgotten.

Why had he come in the first place? There weren't many in Kalem's group that had entered this enterprise with anything other than greed and fortune-seeking in their eyes. Kalem had fooled himself into believing that he had done the same, but in reality he knew what was the truth: he had wanted to be reunited with his long-lost father and this had been the longest of shots. The entire raid had been started on bad intelligence: most of the Orions would be far away, out raiding in space, the station would be lightly protected, it was a simple smash and grab, there had been reports of a large amount of gold-pressed latinum within the space. Every single one of those reports had been incorrect, but the one that Kalem had relied on, that rumours that a Bolian was on-board the station, were the most tenuous of them all.

As he sat in the shuttle, Kalem looked at the survivors from the trip: Siobhan had managed to survive, even though she had been fighting the Orions for quite some time before Kalem, Vdar and M'krah had joined into the fight. Malr, another Ferengi, was dying, lying on the floor of the shuttle. Siobhan had given him some basic first aid, but it was clear that the man was dying. Kalem couldn't stop looking at him, watching as life slowly wheezed out of the Ferengi's lips. When the Ferengi suddenly turned to face Kalem, the Bolian turned away. He couldn't bare to look into the dying Ferengi's eyes.

The events that followed passed like a blur: the shuttle had managed to leave the hangar after the four survivors cleared it of enemies and accessed the hangar door controls. They somehow had managed to evade the fire from the station and even entered into warp, but the victory had been short-lived. Orion ships had soon started a chase and their fire had knocked the ship out of warp. Even with the expertise of Siobhan and her skill at piloting, death seemed certain. The only thing that Kalem and his friends could do was pray.

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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby C. J. Short » Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:29 pm

These have been fun to read, Riccardo. Can't wait to see what happens next :)
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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby James Greenman » Thu Mar 20, 2014 7:54 pm

Absolutley fantastic logs, all of them. I definitely want more!
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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Sat Mar 22, 2014 11:01 pm

Lt JG Animim, Stardate 11403.22

Kalem slumped against the wall. Or, at least, he would have, if his back hadn't suddenly passed through it. Picking himself up, the Bolian cursed in his native language, not that anybody could hear him. He had tried to gain the attention of Lt. Sutak, but the CSO had seemed to not even see that the Bolian was there. In a final moment of exasperation, he had attempted to push the Science Officer, only for his hand to go right through him. Shocked at the unexpected outcome, Kalem had stumbled back, his eyes wide with panic.

What the hell was going on? Further attempts were made to gain the attention of various officers, including jumping in front of them, shouting in their ears and repeatedly attempting to walk through them, but nothing help. Finally, Kalem had attempted to kick one of the trolleys laden with tools within the lab, only for his foot to go right through it. Visibly angry, Kalem collected himself for a minute.

Kalem watched as the officers milled about, with Lt. Sutak asking where Kalem had ended up: that, at least, confirmed the suspicion that the officers could not see him at all. Kalem tried to remember what had happened: there had been a light from the artefact, then the EM field had increased and then, well, Kalem couldn't quite remember. He hadn't noticed anything wrong, nothing had struck him, but no one else in the room seemed to have been affected, although he couldn't say that for sure.

The next test had been to try to contact the computer, but that of course had also failed. Stepping up in front of the door had not made it automatically open, but at least he could just walk right through it. He managed to get to the turbolift, but of course it didn't follow commands. He had even attempted to walk up one of the maintenance ladders to the deck above, but of course his hand and feet had passed right through the rungs. Dispirited, Kalem had returned to Sutak's lab, where the scientists were still figuring out what was going on.

Kalem looked at the artifact: what exactly was its purpose? What had it done? Science hadn't been one of the strong points of Kalem, but he knew a few things: had he slipped into an alternate dimension? There were records of officers and crewman getting stuck into parallel worlds, but if that was the case, why couldn't he interact with anyone? He faintly remembered a few occasions in which warp bubbles had enveloped officers and made them enter an alternate subspace, or at least something along those lines.

This wasn't Kalem's strongpoint: he had expected problems that could either be handled with a phaser, locking up someone in the brig or resolving a situation with diplomacy. What he hadn't expected was being stuck into a place where he couldn't interact with anyone at all. Kalem, unsure of what to do, looked at the strange artefact and, for once, he almost felt like it was staring back at him...

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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:24 pm

Lt JG Animim, Stardate 11404.03

There was something weird. There was something definitely weird. Animim had seen it in the corner of his eye. And he wasn't quite sure what he had seen. It had slipped out of the corner of his eye and had quickly left the lab and Animim had followed, slipping through the door that lead out of Sutak's lab: the CSO was still busy attempting to get him back, but Animim felt like he was being drawn away. They had already managed to find his position, so at least they knew he was alive.

Once Kalem stepped out of the lab, he could make out a robed figure step into the turbolift, only to disappear once again. Animim followed, waiting for someone to use the turbolift: he might not even go to the same location as the mysterious figure was going, but Kalem had to at least try. Finally a crewman entered the turbolift and Kalem slipped inside with him and soon the lift was on its way to the Promenade. Kalem had only caught a glimpse of the robed figure but his clothes seemed to have been pretty old, although the Bolian was straining to remember where he had seen them before.

As soon as he stepped out, he could see the robed figure again in the corner of his eye, but before Kalem could turn towards him, he had once again slipped away, entering the usual crowd of people that populated the promenade. Kalem followed, passing through the people milling around when suddenly he stopped. The robed figure was a Vulcan, staring intently at the Bolian. Another Vulcan also seemed to be aware of the presence of Kalem and after a quick conversation, both of the robed Vulcans slipped inside a bulkhead. Animim followed, trying to catch up to them, trying to ask them what the hell was going on, but as soon as he slipped into the same bulkhead that they had entered, the other side revealed them to have disappeared.

Kalem couldn't help feeling that they were involved in all of this, but who the hell were they?

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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:40 pm

LT JG Animim, Stardate 11404.26

"Look, just let me go. I have some duty logs to fill, patrol assignment to create, there's too much work for me to be stuck in this damn sickbay, doctor!", said Animim, attempting to stand up from the biobed as he did so. The sickness had gone, the pain in his head had gone and even though Cmdr Sumner had said that he was off-duty until the doctors checked him out, there was no time for that. Animim almost wished that he had gone to a military-only station: having civvies on-board only complicated things and meant that everyone was a potential security risks. Still, there was the good and the bad: at least the eateries in the Sigma were more interesting than anything you could find within a Federation military station.

The Bajoran doctor looked quixotically at the Bolian. "Chief, do you know exactly what this little adventure you had could have caused in your body?" asked the doctor.

"Well, scrambled synapses, feelings of sickness, that sort of thing?" replied Animim, having heard the spiel previously from the doctor that had looked after him when he had been teleported back.

"That's no laughing matter chief, and there's the possibility of your capillaries to have shifted as well. You can't just treat this like a bruised knee, Lieutenant, no matter how much you want to." said the doctor, now looking sternly at his patient.

"Fiiine, fine, do your check," said Animim, grumpily. It was true that he felt a little messed up. He couldn't quite remember the events of the past few days and even when he could, he couldn't quite fit them in into a reasonable timeline. The events between him getting sent to another dimension and returning back to the Rho didn't seem to fit any sort of logical frame that the Bolian could imagine. They already felt like long lost dreams and he could remember a few snippets: the device, Sutak and Jensen working to get him back, talking to the Vulcans stranded in the subspace pocket, seeing Jensen and the Commander when he was transported back. But that was all: all the other parts had gone, the in-between bits that should have been present in his memory since the events had only occurred less than a day ago. They just weren't there.

"Good, now just lie back and let me finish these scans..."

It wasn't all bad at least, having to stay within the sickbay: at least Bolian could steal some furtive glances at that cute nurse that he had talked to during the whole kerfuffle with the Bajoran terrorist...

---

He had been finally given the go-ahead to get back to Duty. Entering his office once again and seeing the ever-serious face of Roston waiting for him was a welcome sight. Animim smiled as Chief Roston angrily listed the number of tasks that the CSEC had waiting for him, but the Bolian didn't mind. He was glad to have something to do to, since it helped him forgot the last few days. Still, he was in no mood for mindless paperwork.

"Roston, I'll deal with all that later" said Animim, rubbing his forehead ridge as a prevention against any possible approaching headache. "Let's hit the beat instead." It was obvious that Chief Roston wasn't happy about this, but Animim knew that the Chief was always happy to be out on the beat, so he didn't complain apart from the obligatory (and necessary) frown.

The CSEC and Chief Petty Officer quickly joined the flow of traffic within the promenade, looking out at the general hustle and bustle with a practiced eye. It was therefore relatively easy to spot the few tell-tale signs of trouble.

"Well well well, what have we got here then?" Animim had practiced that particular phrase for quite a long time. Some humans had told him that it made him sound like some sort of 20th century earth policeman, but the Bolian had simply taken that as a compliment.

The two Andorians didn't even pay attention to the Bolian, continuing their loud, obnoxious discussion.

"Just give me back my Latinum you thief! I know the kind of conn you are pulling and you aren't fooling me ANY MORE!"

"You bought a product, you got a product. You might as well have damaged the scanner yourself AFTER I sold it to you!"

It was about at this point that things came to blows. Immediately Animim attempted to cut into the fight, only to get a punch to the face for his trouble. His adrenaline up, and remember the hand-to-hand combat techniques that had been taught to him in the Academy, the Andorian that punched Animim quickly hit the deck, his arm bent behind his back. Roston had performed a less subtle but equally effective technique on the other Andorian.

Both civvies were quickly processed and sent to the brig to cool off for a bit. After the security teams arrived to bring them to the brig, Animim grinned at Roston.

"Good to have some fun once in a while, eh?"

And for once, Roston smiled back.

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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby James Greenman » Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:54 am

Awesome log, Tek! Good to see Animim is back to normal, doling out the law! :cop:
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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby C. J. Short » Mon Apr 28, 2014 8:41 am

The Roston: a swift kick to the genitals. Nice log, Tek :)
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Re: CSEC Kalem Animim

Postby Riccardo Fabris » Sat May 03, 2014 7:31 pm

The Replacements, Part Two (First part found Here)

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF CHIEF PETTY OFFICER GARRETH ROSTON, SECURITY DIVISION

Stardate 11405.03

This office was his, by all rights. He had been there before the upstart had come and Roston knew that he would remain in the office long after the troublesome officer had left for greater glory, which hopefully he would do so soon. The change in regime had been swift, however: previously, under the tutelage of Lt. Devonport, Chief Roston had been in nominal control of the Security Department. Lt. Devonport had been weak, pliable, diffident and overall incompetent: this had suited Chief Roston fine since he had ruled his little slice of the Rho like his own personal fiefdom. This had all changed when the accursed Lt. Animim had taken over after Devonport was discharged from Starfleet.

The first few days, Roston had attempted to get the young Lieutenant under his thumb, but the force, relentless drive and sheer optimism of the new CSEC had made it impossible. Roston was unused to being the second fiddle and it annoyed him greatly that he was forced to take commands from someone that was probably still in the Bolian equivalent of a diaper when Roston was first assigned to the Rho. This was HIS station, dammit, and no grinning Bolian was going to take that away from him.

Although he would have hated to admit it, the changes made by the Lieutenant had made an impact on the station. The lower decks were safer than before after Animim had cracked the whip and instituted more patrols within those areas, as well as fixing some of the old, broken sensors within those decks. Roston, of course, would never say that out loud: he had instituted a policy of subdued hostility towards the Lieutenant, something he mostly did in order to keep up appearances with the other security members.

After all, for all his diverse improvements, there still had been the situation with the Bajoran terrorist and the Vulcan device. The terrorist threat had created some acclaim for the Bolian as a 'stun first and ask questions later' type of officer, but even that hadn't been enough to gain the full trust of the rank-and-file. The little power that Roston had left remained within the ability to affect his fellow enlisted and NCOs within the Security Department and, like a drowning man clinging to a life-raft, Roston did not want to relinquish the leverage and power that he had left.

With the Lieutenant gone momentarily, away on some mission or another aboard the Xiphos, Chief Roston was enjoying reminiscing about his former glory, but even this was soon broken. A message had come in from the sick bay. Once he heard what the report was about, Roston quickly left the office: there was no time to lose.

---

There were a lot of things that didn't make sense. Why use a knife? Why Ensign Janx? Why had the his communicator been taken? The Ensign had been too weak to provide any information: his description of his assailant was one of a shadow, striking from the darkness and without any warning. Why had he been attacked? Why now? There were too many pieces of the puzzle and not enough clues to piece them all together.

Roston's first port of call had been the scene of the attack: security crews had already cordoned off the area and done some preliminary analysis of the scene, but Roston wanted to have a look at the scene himself. The corridor on the lower deck was now brightly lit as the crime scene had been illuminated. The puddle of blood had almost died and it was quite incredible how large it was: it was a wonder that Janx was even alive. If a Ferengi merchant hadn't rounded the corner and sounded the alarm, it was likely that the Ensign would have died.

There were still several crewmen from SEC running some tricorder scans of the scene: there was little to work on, however. The DNA from the blood had been found to have only come from Janx and there did not appear to be any hair follicles, skin flakes or other bodily samples from anyone other than Janx and the Ferengi that had helped him (someone, of course, that had asked for a recompense after helping the wounded officer).

The cut had been clearly made by a blade and scans had picked up microscopic, almost molecular fragments of the weapon, which had just proved to have been a tungsten carbide alloy, something that could not be traced down to any known sellers or retailers aboard the station. There had been only one clue found: a trail of micro-splatters of blood, almost invisible to the naked eye but more than visible to a tricorder, seemed to be going down one of the corridors, but even then the trail abruptly ended: another dead end.

With the results from the crime scene inconclusive, Roston had returned to his office. There was only one thing left to review: the camera and scanner logs of the lower decks during the time of the crime. Sitting down heavily in his char, Roston brought up his terminal.

"Computer, retrieve scanner, sensor and camera logs for Level 4, Visitor Quarters, sector Gamma-5, between 2000 hours and 2100 hours."

"No logs are present for the designated specifications," chirped back the computer.

If Roston had been drinking anything, he would have spit it out in surprise just about now. How could the logs be missing completely?

"Computer, are both the sensors and the camera in sector Gamma-5 not functional?"

"Negative, both sensors and camera in sector Gamma-5 are fully operational."

This was getting more and more worrying by the second.

"Computer, explain lack of logs for sector Gamma-5 between 2000 and 2100 hours."

The computer, ominously, chirped back a response a few times, taking a lot longer than previous replies.

"Reason for missing logs is unknown."

Until now, Roston had been worried: upon hearing the last sentence of the computer, he started to get really worried. It was highly likely that the logs in question had been deleted from the computer, but not only that, but logs of the amendment had been deleted as well, an obvious sign of someone covering his tracks. By the minute, this seemed to smack more of a premeditated attack rather than something that had occurred on the spur of the moment. And premeditated meant that the perpetrator had a lot more time to cover up his tracks and plan a way to not get caught.

"Computer, bring up a schematic of all cameras and internal sensors on Level 4, visitor quarters."

As soon as the schematic was up, Roston got to work, marking out the site of the attack and the position of the camera which had the deleted logs. Looking at the top-down diagram, Roston slowly puzzled his way through it.

"Computer, are there any cameras that also capture the site of the attack?" "Negative"
"Computer, did environmental scanners pick up anyone else apart from Ensign Janx and the Ferengi?" "Negative"
"Computer, did any other scanners pick up anything? Infrared signatures, electromagnetic disturbances, changes in air composition that cannot be attributed to Ensign Janx or the Ferengi?" "Negative"

Negative, negative, negative: that seemed to be the only answer, no matter how Roston formulated his questions or whichever avenue of investigation he tried to discover. There was nothing to it: the culprit had made an almost clean sweep of all sensors and cameras. After a few hours, Roston started to feel like banging his head against the wall until he drew blood.

It was that thought that finally created a spark: retrieving his tricorder, the one he had used at the crime scene, Roston fed the information on it to his terminal. Most of it was useless, but there was one important piece of information, which the Chief quickly brought up on the schematic: the trail of micro-splatters of blood. The trail appeared on the schematic, leaving the scene of the crime and ending in another corridor. Pinpointing the nearest camera, Roston quickly retrieved the logs on it.

Only to see nothing. The video log showed the corridor to be completely empty just after the crime. Roston was puzzled: maybe the video had been replaced with an empty one, but going back to before the attack showed it to be the one that Janx had used to reach the scene. Roston replayed the video, trying to figure out what he was missing.

It was only a microsecond, but it was visible and if Roston hadn't been paying attention and had the experience he had with video feeds, he would have missed it. Slowing the video right down, Roston pinpointed a microsecond in which the video had briefly gone static: this had occurred just after Janx had passed through the corridor. This had been the time of the switch between the live feed and the carefully constructed fake feed that the perpetrator had created.

"Computer, are there any logs about this particular edit to this video feed?"

And for once, the answer was not negative.

---

The 'Rules of Inebriation' was one of the more seedier bars within the Rho. It was found within he lowest deck of the promenade, right at the back and furthest away from the turbolifts that lead towards the cargo bays and civilian docking rings of the station. It was owned, of course, by a Ferengi and truly one of the most repulsive, slimy and double-dealing Ferengi that Roston had ever met, and that was saying something. There had been more than a few crimes that had lead Roston to this 'fine' establishment.

The computer had managed to track down the source of the change to this particular bar: the criminal hadn't managed to cover his track completely, maybe in the belief that nobody would be able to track the changes he had made to the feeds. Roston had arrived with a moderately sized entourage of security personnel in tow: he wasn't going to take any chance on this one.

As soon as the security team entered, the Ferengi owner, Fenek, had immediately given an exasperated look. There were the usual regulars at the bar, the same ne'er-do-wells that seemed to infest all Federation stations that allowed public access to the general populous. The bar itself was dingy, dirty and probably infested by pests, with the only touch of originality being some of the 'Rules of inebriation" that the owner had thought up hanging on sign all across the walls of the establishment: "If you can think that you've had too much to drink, you probably haven't had enough to drink", for example.

"I've done nothing, Roston, leave me alone! And even if I did do something, I was coerced!"

This was the usual spiel by Fenek.

"Look Fenek, you help me and I help you. We are buddies, after all, right?"

The Ferengi gave a look of disgust. Roston knew that he was going to co-operate, sooner or later: Fenek had no backbone to speak of.

"So, Fenek, I've got logs here that prove that the Rule of Inebriation was the source of an unauthorised entry within our system, want to tell me what is going on?" Roston said, as he approached the Ferengi in the most threatening way possible.

Upon hearing that, the Ferengi almost immediately looked worried.

"Roston, I know nothing to you, I swear to you on my entire fortune!" An easy claim: the bar really wasn't worth that much.

"Well, if it wasn't you, who was it? The only way to get into our systems is through a direct link and I'm sure that you would have noticed someone messing around with your directory over there..." said Roston as he pointed towards the public access terminal present within the bar. It was one of the standard ones: usually you would only be able to pull out a map of the publicly available levels, a list of facilities, time of arrival and departure of scheduled transport to and from the station, that sort of thing. To make the terminal be able to hack through the secure part of the system was not a job that would have passed unnoticed.

"I swear that no one has touched that terminal for the past few weeks!"

"Well, you don't mind if I check the access logs, then, do you?"

Roston had intended the sentence to sound threatening but when he looked at the logs, they seemed to back up what the Ferengi was saying. Roston was almost starting to feel like Ferek was telling the truth: Roston knew him and knew that he would have caved in by now if he was hiding something.

"Are there any more terminal access points in the bar, Ferek?"

"Well, there are the guest quarters. This is an Inn, you know..."

---

The scene that presented itself to Roston when he entered the correct room was astounding. A Vulcan had calmly watched him barge into the room, completely unfazed by the entry of the security team as they stormed his room. He was tall, even for a Vulcan, and looked about the same age as Lt. Sutak, although his jet black hair was already turning to grey in places.

"Ah, so you have found me. Logic dictates that it was bound to happen eventually. After all, I am not infallible."

Roston, his phaser trained at the Vulcan, looked around the room. It looked clean and spartan: much cleaner than any quarter at the 'Rules of Inebriation had any right to be. Upon one of the walls there seemed to be some kind of display and something on it immediately caught Roston's eye: a communicator. It was nestled within diverse other insignias: a Klingon one there, a Ferengi one here, one from the Romulan Empire, another from the Breen Confederation: they all looked like insignias that would be commonly worn on a military uniform.

As the other security members kept their phasers trained on the Vulcan, Roston approached the comm badge and after a quick check, confirmed that it was the one taken from Ensign Janx.

"I made many mistakes on this particular occasion, I'm afraid. The Ferengi that stumbled onto the scene, for once. It made it impossible for me to confirm the kill, as I did in many other occasions. Also the hasty editing I had to do of the video feed: no doubt you followed the micro-splatters from the blade after I was forced to leave the scene. Most ingenious, I must say."

Roston turned back to the Vulcan.

"What..."

"What is my motivation? Pure professional interest. Murder throughout the ages has always had too much of an emotional and psychological component. I was curious at how murder, stripped of its emotional or psychological connection, would be possible and lacking a suitable test subject, I decided that it would be necessary for me to conduct the experiments in order to achieve the best possible test results from which an theory could be constructed. It was the only logical way to study the phenomenon further. Of course, repeated experiments were necessary..." the Vulcan said, pointing at the display of what Roston assumed were trophies.

"The experiment is at an end, however, since I doubt that you will allow me to conduct further studies on the matter..."

---

There were a lot of questions left to answer and even though the Vulcan was quite willing to answer them, there were still a few things that didn't quite make sense. The Vulcan had been a decorated psychologist and neuro-science graduate from the Vulcan Science Academy, specialised, of course, in alien species. The reason for the trophies had not been clear: if the murders had been done on a purely scientific basis, what was the need for the comm badges and insignias taken from the victims? As well as that, the Vulcan's terminal had been filled with several videos showing his murders, which he had claimed were necessary for further study after the fact.

There was another thing that Roston wasn't quite sure about and that was telling Janx about who had actually attacked him. After all, he did have Lt. Sutak as his direct boss...
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