Gathering the Evidence
Office - Executive Officer <Deck 8> [Gibraltar Station]
Though not terribly spacious, this office is well-appointed and comfortable. The central feature of the room is the glass desk, trimmed in cherrywood, which sits with its longest side facing the door. There is a small terminal atop the desk, as well as some personal items of the occupant. Behind the desk is a tan swivel chair, well-cushioned with comfortable armrests, and in front are two smaller copies of this chair for visitors to sit in. The walls are paneled in light cyan and the carpet on the floor is a slightly darker color. Lighting panels line the upper junction between walls and ceiling.
Solvek, as usual, sits at his desk, overlooking various PADDs. As the door chimes and Volchenkov enters the room, he sets down the one he was reading at the moment. Standing, he says, "Lieutenant Commander Volchenkov, it is agreeable for you to come see me. There are certain matters that I wish to discuss. Please have a seat." He sits back down himself.
Volchenkov nods as he hears that, moving over to seat himself in one of the chairs. "Yes, sir," he replies, waiting to hear what matters it is.
"I am correct in assuming that you have heard that all the evidence pertaining to the attacks upon the station is to be turned over to Starfleet Command?" Solvek pauses. "I have placed in charge of collecting that evidence. First, I want to know what materials you have."
Volchenkov nods as he hears that, "I have heard," he replies, voice kept as neutral as possible so that his personal opinion about this doesn't show. He then shrugs a little. "The sensor logs and reports, as well as some small pieces of evidence found at the crime scenes," he says, before he adds, "And one of the implants the two men that blew up in my brig had in them. The other is still held by Dr. Omtala."
"Very well. I want you to gather the sensor logs and reports and the small pieces of evidence from the scenes and place them in a cargo container to be put on the shuttle when it arrives." Solvek pauses a moment. "The bomb that was used in the hostage situation in the science lab is also to be turned over, complete with its casing. However, due to an unfortunate lapse on the part of one of your officers, the implant that was found on one of the men has gone missing. You will, of course, reprimand the one responsible, and I will write a formal apology to Starfleet Command that this piece of evidence has disappeared." His face is completely deadpan.
Volchenkov nods a little as he hears this, pausing a moment at the mention of the unfortunate lapse. "Understood, sir," he replies, expression unchanged, except from a momentary something in his eye. "I hate it when any of them has such lapses," he offers, after a few moments of pause.
"Very well. There is one other matter I wish to discuss with you. I believe Doctor Omtala presented you with a piece of medical equipment. I wish that equipment brought to me at your earliest convenience." There is something to Solvek's tone that indicates this means 'as soon as the meeting is over.'
Volchenkov nods a little bit as he hears that, "Of course, sir," he replies, with a bit of a nod.
Solvek nods. "Very well. You are dismissed, Commander. Unless there is anything else you wish to discuss?"
Volchenkov shakes his head a little. "I can't think of anything right now, sir," he replies.
Solvek says, "Very well, then, Commander. I thank you for your time and your compliance. Dismissed."
Volchenkov gets to his feet, nodding a little. "I'll get you that medical equipment as soon as possible, sir," he offers, before starting to move towards the door.
(After a brief cut, we move to a slightly different office.)
Office - Ch. Medical Officer <Deck 16> [Gibraltar Station]
Though not terribly spacious, this office is well-appointed and comfortable. The central feature of the room is the glass desk, trimmed in cherrywood, which sits with its longest side facing the door. There is a small terminal atop the desk, as well as some personal items of the occupant. Behind the desk is a tan swivel chair, well-cushioned with comfortable armrests, and in front are two smaller copies of this chair for visitors to sit in. The wall in which the door is set is mostly comprised of windows that look out on Sickbay. The walls are paneled in light cyan and the carpet on the floor is a slightly darker color. Lighting panels line the upper junction between walls and ceiling.
Omtala is presently seated at her desk with a sterile sheet laid across it and several pieces of scanning equipment forming a wall of sorts to whatever it is she is doing. A smaller cloth quickly covers her work as she looks up to see her guest. "Ahh. Commander. Perfect timing."
"As my arrival was not announced, I am not certain my timing could be perfect, Commander." Solvek has a peculiar look on his face. "However, I will accept your compliment." After a pause, "There were a few matters that need to be discussed, first and foremost being the necessity for my preliminary physical examination."
Omtala frowns faintly, waving a dismissive sort of hand. "Commander, I'll be happy to take care of the physical. But. We have a timetable. If you promise me you'll not keel over in the next eight hours, I'd much rather discuss something else. If you could engage the door lock?"
Solvek's left eyebrow quirks at Omtala's dismissal of the physical. However, he says nothing in rebuttal, merely nodding, "Very well, Commander." He turns and engages the door lock. Turning back to the doctor, he asks, "What matter did you wish to discuss?"
Omtala flips the cloth before her over and reveals a pair of small chips. "I'm doing my best to get us a copy of the chip before command comes and relieves us of the originals. Problem is that some of this is beyond my expertise. I've finished the neural interface. That much I'm familiar with but the subspace relays and encryption..." She shakes her head. "Anyway, I've done a scan and the schematics are here on the screen. I've shut down this terminal's link to the main computer so unless they've bugged my office."
Solvek smirks, and walks to the layout of chips. "This is exactly the other issue I wished to discuss. I came to collect the autopsy reports and any other evidence you have pertaining to the attacks on this station." He pause his face going deadpan, "I also came to inform you that because of a serious error of judgment, the medical assistant who was to clean up after the autopsies discarded the chip that was found in body of the Antarean. Ironically, Lieutenant Volchenkov informed me that his chip was misplaced and presumed lost. I am writing a formal apology to Starfleet Command on this matter, I shall do the same to discuss the matter of chip that was discarded by the young medical officer." He pauses once again, "On another note, I believed there was a peculiar medical device you wished me to examine."
Omtala smirks. "As a matter of keeping things honest, it might be better if we turn over at least one of the chips. It would make us look honest. Losing one is plausible. Losing both strikes me as blatant. Unless of course you want to see one of my team with a reprimand on their record and I really don't want to make that sort of sacrifice of our crew. Because they will go head hunting. Though...." She looks down at her work with an inspiration. "What we could do is 'discover' that the chip wasn't missing so much as it was damaged. Scorch the copy I have been working on into an unrecognizable chunk of metal of appropriate mass and components and hand that over. Command has both, one genuine to verify, and we still keep one."
"The Captain, to use her words, 'doesn't want those bastards getting the chips back.'" Solvek does his best to look comforting, which doesn't do much to his expression. "I assure you that one of the chips will be in possession of one of the Admiralty. The true reasoning behind this 'mistake' is unknown, however it is possible that it came about due to mistrust of the individual giving the order. Starfleet Command will most assuredly have possession of this material. Admiral Church, however, may not be the one to receive them."
Omtala ahhs, looking down at her mess. "So.... shall I finish this copy? Or did I just waste my time?" She rubs her temples, sitting back in her chair. "By all means, sit. My question becomes this. We lost people. Good people. Innocent civilians. Children. But this investigation is going to be squashed by the Admiralty before it's had a chance to get off the ground and that's making me mad. If they didn't want knowledge of their technologies to get out then they shouldn't have plugged it into the back of someone's head. Let alone coerced two Antareans to kill their own people. What's the plan?"
Solvek sits, looking about the room in a rather unusual manner. "The plan is this. Admiral Crawford will take both chips. One she will keep, the other is to go to you. All other evidence is to be handed over. If you wish I can place the blame of the discard on one of the cleaning staff. There will be no formal reprimand, of anyone, just a note that a reprimand was given. No record changes will be made." He pauses, "After such time as Admiral Crawford deems sufficient, one of the chips will be delivered to a member of Starfleet Command that is trustworthy. The other chip shall be returned to you for further intensive investigation. The Captain has secured a private channel for you to log all data pertaining to the device." He looks at the doctor, "Admiral Church will be notified that the 'mistakes' made by the various individual responsible, who will not be punished, will be dealt with accordingly. Captain Hawkins' words were, 'I will take the heat they bring.' I am unfamiliar with this terminology however I believe it has to do with the consequences of her actions."
Omtala places both hands on her desk and regards her work. "I'm going to need you for this. Or maybe Volchenkov. Depends on how much of this plan needs to be known. Who's in the know this time? Same lot? Or has the noose shrunk further?"
Solvek considers the question then responds, "The individuals who know of this occurrence are you, Lieutenant Commander Volchenkov, the command staff, as well as Admiral Crawford of course."
Omtala nods. "Alright. Then we'll need him too. At least I assume we do. Someone with cryptography skills anyway. There's a lot going on in this chip that I plain cannot fathom. Sure, I can wire it but diagnostics would mean nothing to me." She opens a drawer to her desk and begins to put things away. "So far as my staff know, I'm continuing research into my nano-assisted cellular regeneration project." Smiling vaguely, she puts everything neatly into a box, arranged just so, before folding the smaller cloth and placing it on top before securing the box in the drawer. "So. A physical then. Might as well take care of that. Any recent injuries? Long term conditions? Patterns of irrational thought?" She pats her desk twice while fishing out a tricorder from her coat pocket.
Solvek nods. "The Captain has knowledge of cryptography as well. She could assist alongside Volchenkov." He pauses as he thinks over the questions pertaining to his physical. "I have experienced a few episodes of irrationality. Most of these have occurred in the presence of Winifred Brooks, however, I believe this matter is more appropriate for the counselor to diagnose."
Omtala chuckles. "It was a joke, Commander. Humor. Force of habit really. I always throw something off the wall into my interrogations. Breaks the ice. Many are uncomfortable seeing a doctor." Taking the sensor from the tricorder, she begins to sweep the Vulcan. "I presume you exercise and eat well. I've met few Vulcans who aren't in good health. Unless of course they are trying to put on a good face. Then the problem is more mental than physical, as you say." The scan is concluded easily enough and she moves back to her desk to review the data. "I can't say precisely what and why, confidentiality you see, but do please check in on T'Lyt. She'll need some... guidance about Vulcan biology. I don't think I'm really qualified to help on this topic. Vague I know but I'm sure you know where to start if you think about it."
"My sister has already spoken to me of the advent of her 'transition' and I am currently in the process of compiling information that may or may not prove helpful to her." There is an hint of discomfort in Solvek's voice as he speaks of his sister in such a manner.
Omtala nods distractedly as she reviews the data. "Glad to hear it, Commander. I know its an awkward topic among Vulcans. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. Though you might want to start being wary of similar notions. Your human DNA is beginning to catch up with you. Odd that it would wait this long to manifest but then mixed DNA never is truly predictable."
Solvek seems puzzled. "I am not certain as to what you mean, doctor. Could you elaborate?"
"Similar to pon farr, Humans endure a lengthy period of sexual development, hormonally and physically, called 'puberty'." Omtala replies. "Males of the species begin growing body hair, their sexual organs develop to maturity, and hormonal changes bring about irrational urges to mate and assert dominance over other males of the species." Yes, she knows how to talk to a Vulcan apparently.
Solvek look mildly upset. "Is my life in danger during this time? I was unaware that Humans experienced blood fever. Furthermore, my physical appearance has already grown to maturity. Are you informing me that I am to undergo a further change physically?"
Omtala lifts a hand. "Deep breath, Commander. Human physical changes are minor. Most likely all you'll notice is facial hair and skin blemishes. Superficial at best. Its nothing as dramatic as pon farr, I assure you. Your life isn't in danger... at least it shouldn't be. Ambassador Spock has lived without any problems so far as I'm aware. No reason you should have any problems. I'm just letting you know that you may experience... less than rational urges. Awareness means you can be prepared. That's all."
"Very well, Commander. If I experience any severe complications, I may come to you for assistance?" Solvek's tone is still slightly worried."Of course, Commander. If it would make you feel any easier, I'll run a blood work weekly. That will let us know of your changes." Omtala gets up from her desk and moves to unlock the door. "Nurse Thatcher, please bring me a hypo and an empty specimen."