U.S.S. Vesuvius – June 6, 2000

Kris:
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MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: finished with her report in her office and now heads toward the observation lounge::

Tigs:
:: in her office pacing::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::takes a seat at the long lounge table::

TO_Wakefield:
::in his chair in the observation lounge::

CTO_Kelson:
::sitting in observation lounge::

CO_Alar:
::in the observation lounge, in her seat....she's just realized that this whole thing started on her birthday, of all times::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: stops at Tigs' office:: Tigs: are you coming ma'am?

FCO_Doole:
::enters observation lounge, sits in chair at table::

CIV_MacFarlane:
::enters the Observation lounge and takes a seat somewhere near the far end of the table from the CO::

Tigs:
:: looks at Royce and sighs :: Aye:: Heads out of her office and follows Royce out the door::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: walks towards turbolift and enters::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
<computer> Bridge

Tigs:
:: follows Royce::

TO_Wakefield:
::leans over to Julia::  CSO:  You OK?

CTO_Kelson:
::preparing notes for meeting::

CSO_Lorenzo:
TO: Yes, I'm fine.

FCO_Doole:
::pulls letter from pocket::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: exits on Bridge and heads towards the Observation Lounge::

CO_Alar:
::shakes out of her reverie and looks over all the evidence in front of her::

Tigs:
:: head to the door of the lounge and puts on her uniform

TO_Wakefield:
::nods::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: enters Observation Lounge, looks around and finds an empty seat and takes it::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::looks around waiting for the meeting to begin::

TO_Wakefield:
::tugs on sash::

CSO_Lorenzo:
TO: How about you?

CO_Alar:
::places both hands on the table:: Crew: It appears that the killer has been uncovered. Before we detain him, though, we need to make certain we have the facts straight. Kelson, we'll start with you.

TO_Wakefield:
CSO:  I'm fine.  I hope you don't hold it against me...

TO_Wakefield:
CSO:  You know, earlier...

CTO_Kelson:
Capt: thank you, ma'am...

CO_Alar:
::arches an eyebrow in Wakefield's direction, indicating the need for his silence::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::nods to the TO in understanding... then pays attention to the Captain::

SB_OPS:
@::frantically trying to track down the delegate::

CO_Alar:
::waits for Kelson to speak::

SB_OPS:
@::muttering::   I don't think this is how careers are made...

CTO_Kelson:
::clears throat::  All:  It seems the doctor has uncovered some evidence that leads to one of the delegates.  And a letter retrieved from turner's quarters adds credence to the case.

CMO_Tigs:
:: stands at the table, waiting for Kelson's version::

CTO_Kelson:
Tigs:  Doctor...would you like to elaborate on the findings?

SB_OPS:
@::reviewing the report from the U.S.S. Vesuvius again::   "...request that Ambassador Mijez be detained for questioning....murder....urgent..."

CMO_Tigs:
:: nods to Kelson::

CMO_Tigs:
ALL:: there is conclusive forensic evidence of the Ambassador's involvement

SB_OPS:
@::shaking head and deciding to notify Starfleet's point of contact::

CMO_Tigs:
ALL :: I still believe there is a chance that others could have been involved as well::

CTO_Kelson:
::nods in agreement::

FCO_Doole:
::quietly listening::

SB_OPS:
@::looking up the point of contact::  Oh no!

CO_Alar:
::interjects:: Tigs: Please, be seated, Doctor.

CMO_Tigs:
ALL:: the fact that there is blood all over two or more decks indicates that perhaps one or more persons had a part::

CMO_Tigs:
CO:: I prefer to stand thank you Ma’am

SB_OPS:
@::gulping and punching in the code::  Admiral Hazbin, Starbase OPS here sir.  I uh....well...have some bad news sir....

CMO_Tigs:
CTO:: What do you think of another perpetrator::

CO_Alar:
::makes a mental note to speak to the doctor at the conclusion of this investigation::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::looking from the CTO to the CMO, then back again::

SB_OPS:
@::sweating and concluding report to the Admiral::

CTO_Kelson:
Tigs: I have some interviews to do after this briefing.  then I’ll be ready to pass along my findings.

CMO_Tigs:
:: pulls up a chair nearest the door, keeping the door in full sight::

CTO_Kelson:
Tigs:  I hate to speculate at this time.

SB_OPS:
@::wincing at the Admiral's suggestion and wondering if it is physically possible for humans::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Captain, have you seen the letter that Doole retrieved?

CIV_MacFarlane:
::while looking between the CO and CMO he has a strange feeling that they are going to have an... interesting discussion after the meeting::

CMO_Tigs:
CTO:: the CO asked us to expound on all avenues, we have to be sure::

CO_Alar:
Kelson: I have read it. I think the evidence clearly points to Mijez, but I'm not ruling out the possibility of others involved.

CSO_Lorenzo:
::nods her head::

CO_Alar:
Kelson: We'll be able to determine that after he's been questioned. ::smiles a little wryly::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: I agree Captain.  but until Mijez is located, I'd like to explore other possibilities.

SB_OPS:
@::closing the channel with the Admiral and trying to loosen a sweat-stained tunic::

CO_Alar:
Kelson: And I think random casting about can only lead to false accusations.

TO_Wakefield:
CO, CTO:  Captain, Lieutenant, if neither of you mind I'd like to beam aboard the station and assist in the search.

SB_OPS:
@::punching in the information to hit Starfleet Intel with a description of the escaped Ambassador::

CO_Alar:
Wakefield: I appreciate the offer, however, I feel you should also be asking Station security if they want your help.

CTO_Kelson:
CO:  I would just like to follow a hunch, that's all Captain.  It can wait until after we interview Mijez.

CO_Alar:
Kelson: What is this hunch?

CSO_Lorenzo:
::looks down at the table::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: It has to do with one of turner's acquaintances.  SO Claridge.

CO_Alar:
Kelson: Please, go on.

CMO_Tigs:
:: taps her fingers silently on the table::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::holds her head up high and looks at Kelson::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: It seems that turner had an affair with a married man.  I just wanted to question Claridge about his relationship with turner.  He was in lab 4 at 0300.

FCO_Doole:
::raises eyebrow with interest::

CO_Alar:
::listening::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::still holding her head and listening, not surprised::

SB_OPS:
@::punching up info on ships that left the Starbase recently::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: I know these are longshots but I just don't have a good feeling about Mijez being the murderer.  it's too nice and tidy.

TO_Wakefield:
::interesting...::

CO_Alar:
Kelson: I didn’t' find anything tidy about it, Kelson. There was blood all over the ship.

CMO_Tigs:
CO:: that is what I was thinking Captain, it is too obvious::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: thinks Kelson means tidy as in little forensic evidence::

CTO_Kelson:
CO:  I'm talking about the evidence we have only leads to one perptrator.

CO_Alar:
Tigs: Was any evidence uncovered which would indicate a second presence, or the possibility that the evidence had been planted?

CSO_Lorenzo:
CO: Wasn't she killed twice Captain?

CO_Alar:
Lorenzo: Yes- she was.

CMO_Tigs:
CO:: No Ma'am, but the fact that blood was all over two decks and so obviously not well hidden makes me think there was a miscommunication between two or more?::

FCO_Doole:
::gets up and quietly goes over to the wall. ::

CSO_Lorenzo:
CO: Why go to the trouble of stabbing her and leaving a trail when you had all ready poisoned her?

CO_Alar:
Tigs: That would stand to reason.

SB_OPS:
@::discovering that only two ships left the Starbase and only one of them had a breathable artificial environment::

CO_Alar:
Lorenzo: That hardly seems like someone's trying to be thorough.

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Is there a possibility of attempted suicide THEN murder?  Turner did have history of drug addiction.

CO_Alar:
Doole: Is there something on your mind, Ensign?

SB_OPS:
@COM *Vesuvius*  Starbase OPS here.  We've got information for your investigation.

CMO_Tigs:
CO :: and the drugs amphetamines and barbiturates  are opposing why give them both when one would have done it?::

FCO_Doole (Sound - CommBadg.wav):
@SBOPS: ::whispering::Can you give me info on any  ships that have left the Starbase

CO_Alar:
Kelson: I want you to coordinate.....::trails off::

CO_Alar:
*Starbase* This is Captain Alar. What do you have for us?

SB_OPS:
@*Vesuvius*: Only one ship left that could've harbored the Ambassador...the uh...lessee....oh yes.... the "Taksless" under command of Captain Kabuck.  Headed for Risa.

FCO_Doole:
CO: Yes, I just had a thought to contact Starbase Ops about ships that have left the base

CO_Alar:
*Starbase* Is that Captain Mae Kabuck by any chance?

CTO_Kelson:
::listening to communication::

CO_Alar:
Doole: I appreciate your initiative, but I suggest that next time you have an idea like that, that you discuss it with someone else instead of taking it upon yourself.

SB_OPS:
@*Vesuvius*:  Er.....uh.....yes Captain.  She listed only one passenger on her roster and a cargo of enhanced oils.  She was bound for Risa and should be there right about now.

CO_Alar:
*Starbase* I don't suppose she listed the name of her passenger.

FCO_Doole:
CO: As you wish Ma'am

SB_OPS:
@*Vesuvius*:  No, she did not.

CMO_Tigs:
:: grumbles low under her breath::

CO_Alar:
Crew: It looks as if this investigation isn't over yet. You know what you need to do. Dismissed.

TO_Wakefield:
::hundreds of ships enter and leave Risan orbit everyday::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: watches the exchange of the crew here in the lounge::

CMO_Tigs:
:: exits the lounge ::

CTO_Kelson (Sound - ~.wav):
::jumps up and hits comm badge::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: rises and exits the lounge::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::walks up to CTO:: CTO: I'd like to be with you when you talk with Claridge.

CO_Alar:
::exits the lounge, and enters the bridge, heading for her seat::

CTO_Kelson:
*Claridge* report to security office, immediately.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::stands and leaves the room, headed for the tactical console on the bridge::

CO_Alar:
Doole: Set course for Risa, warp 6.

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: enters turbolift for deck 12::

TO_Wakefield:
::enters bridge and takes tactical::

CTO_Kelson:
CSO:  I don't think that would be wise, Julia.

CSO_Lorenzo:
CTO: Why not?

CMO_Tigs:
:: heads for deck eight ::

FCO_Doole:
::leaves lounge wondering why no one asked about the letter or what I thought of the information contained within, sits down at the helm::

CTO_Kelson:
CSO:  Unless you think you can stay objective?

TO_Wakefield:
CO:  Captain I recommend we contact the Risan Port Authority and see if they can contain that ship and it's passenger.

CO_Alar:
Wakefield: Make it so.

CSO_Lorenzo:
::nods, knowing she cant:: CTO: I'll be in my office.

FCO_Doole:
CO: Course Set

CO_Alar:
Doole: Engage.

TO_Wakefield:
CO:  Aye Captain.  ::opens hailing frequencies to Risa::

CTO_Kelson:
CSO: Thank you, Julia. ::smiles::

CSO_Lorenzo:
::turns to leave for her office::

CTO_Kelson:
::exits lounge and enters turbolift::

FCO_Doole (Sound - Warp.wav):
CO: Warp 6 ::engages engines::

TO_Wakefield:
*Risan Port Authority* COM:  RPA, this is the Federation Starship Vesuvius please respond

Risa_PA:
@*Vesuvius*  Risa Port Authority here.  Welcome to Risa!  Please enjoy your stay.  We don't show you on our schedule of Starfleet shoreleaves...shall we open some slots for your crew?

SO_Claridge:
::in Stellar Cartography::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: exits turbolift and heads for sickbay::

Risa_PA:
ACTION: The USS Vesuvius arrives at Risa.

TO_Wakefield:
COM:  *RPA*:  That's a negative RPA, we're here on business, can you hold a ship and it's passengers and crew for us, the Taksless?

CTO_Kelson:
::exits turbolift and enters security::

CTO_Kelson:
::looks around for Claridge::

TO_Wakefield:
COM: RPA: Excuse me RPA I meant the Taksless.

CMO_Tigs:
:: comes to the place where the blood was found, uses a UV gamma beam to scan for hairs matching the Nubiganan::

SO_Claridge:
::heads for the security offices::

Risa_PA:
@*Vesuvius*:  Certainly.  That ship is scheduled for complete interior cleaning.  The Captain and crew are in our lounge in the Main Port.

FCO_Doole (Sound - Engines-.wav):
CO: Arriving at Risa

TO_Wakefield:
COM: RPA:  Excellent, is one of them a Nubiganan?

SO_Claridge:
::arrives at the security office:: CTO: You wished to speak with me Sir?

FCO_Doole:
::complete synchronous orbit with Risa::

CTO_Kelson:
::sits at desk organizing::

CTO_Kelson:
SO: yes, Claridge.  have a seat.

FCO_Doole:
CO: We are in synchronous orbit with the planet Risa

SO_Claridge:
::takes a seat, looking around the office::

Risa_PA:
@*Vesuvius* Ah, no.  Just the human Captain and her navigator.  A crew of two.

CO_Alar:
Wakefield: Scan for Nubiganan lifeforms.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Can I get you anything, Claridge?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: No, Sir.  Thanks.

CTO_Kelson:
::smiles::

TO_Wakefield:
COM:  RPA:  There were no passengers?  Could you check their cargo for me?

Risa_PA:
ACTION:  No Nubiganan life forms show up on the scan.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Thank you for coming.  I assume you have heard about the murder of Ens. Turner?

SO_Claridge:
::looks down, with a sad face:: CTO: Yes.

Risa_PA:
@*Vesuvius*:  No passengers.  Cargo is "Enhanced Oils" for receipt here in our relaxation facility.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: The murder took place at 0300, last night.   Where were you at that time?

TO_Wakefield:
COM:  RPA:  Thank you RPA.  Vesuvius out.

CMO_Tigs:
:: heads into the jeffries tubes, stooping precariously to climb through::

SO_Claridge:
CTO: I was in SCI Lab 4 Sir.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Was anyone in the lab with you during your time there?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Yes, CSO Lorenzo came by to check the lab.

TO_Wakefield:
CO:  Captain, the Risan Port Authority reports the Taksless has two human crew, no passengers, no suspicious cargo.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Anyone else during that time?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: No Sir.

TO_Wakefield:
CO:  The Captain is in the lounge there.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: what time did the Lt. come by the lab?

CO_Alar:
Wakefield: I'm beaming down.

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Truthfully I don't remember the time, but it was very late.

Mae_Kabuck:
@::sipping a lemon jacuzzi at the bar::

TO_Wakefield:
CO:  May I accompany you ma'am?

CO_Alar:
Wakefield: Yes. ::gives command of the bridge over to a miscellaneous commander::

CTO_Kelson:
SO: I understand.  Did you use the lab's disposal during your working in the lab?

TO_Wakefield:
::accompanies CO to transporter room::

TO_Wakefield:
::checks phaser, sets to level two stun::

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Yes Sir I did.  I had some chemicals that I needed to get rid of.

CO_Alar:
::heads for the turbolift:: *Kelson* I will be beaming down to Risa to speak to Captain Kabuck. I'll let you know what I find out.

CTO_Kelson:
::hits commbadge:: Aye, captain.

Mae_Kabuck:
@::drumming her very fat fingers on the bar and scowling::

CO_Alar:
::enters the transporter room, and beams down with Wakefield::

CTO_Kelson:
SO: This murder is very sensitive, ensign.  I need to ask you some personal questions.  Are you alright with that?

TO_Wakefield:
@::materializes on planet::

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Yes Sir.

SO_Claridge:
::looks down at his hands then back up with a determined face::

CMO_Tigs:
:: as she climbs through the jeffries tube she catches her uniform, hearing it rip. and then realizes she is unable to move::

CTO_Kelson:
SO:  What was your relationship with turner?

Mae_Kabuck:
@::wondering why time passes so slowly when she's not on board::

CO_Alar:
@::materializes in the bar, and walks over to Kabuck, sitting on a stool next to her:: Kabuck: Mae?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: She was a very good friend of mine.

Mae_Kabuck:
@::shifting her huge bulk around::   Yes?

TO_Wakefield:
@::stands off to the side and a little behind the CO, ready to draw phaser::

SO_Claridge:
CTO: We were close.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: How close, ensign? ::leans in and stares::

SO_Claridge:
CTO: I have a wife Sir.

CO_Alar:
@Kabuck: My name is Alar, and I understand you were transporting some cargo to Risa....

SO_Claridge:
CTO: And I love my wife.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: I know that, Claridge.  That's not the question,is it?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: But, Onlia was.....

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Special.

CMO_Tigs:
:: struggles to try to free herself from the ravenous jeffries tube::

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar:  Ah....a Fed!  Nice to meet you Captain.  I was.  I did.  Hope I at least break even on the trip, considering.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Okay.  I see this is going to be difficult.

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Sir, a woman I loved was savagely murdered, I need time to get it out.

CTO_Kelson:
::gets up::

CIV_MacFarlane:
::moves to the center of the tactical console on a hunch, he contacts the RPA and inquires about the status of the Taksless's cargo::

CO_Alar:
@Kabuck: Did you have any passengers onboard besides you and your navigator?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: We had a relationship that was inappropriate yet... very important to me.

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar: ::leaning in toward the Captain::  Well, just between you and me honey, I started out more than I ended up with.  ::glancing around::

CTO_Kelson:
SO: I understand, ensign.  Every second wasted though is one more that the killer runs free.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::finds that the cargo has been moved and runs a scan to see if it is all still there in the cargo bay::

CMO_Tigs:
:: pulls her dagger out of her ankle sheath and tries to cut herself free::

CO_Alar:
@::leans in a little herself:: Mae: Please explain....

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Did your wife know about this "inappropriate" relationship?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: I was having an intimate relationship with Turner.

CTO_Kelson:
::leans over the desk::

TO_Wakefield:
@::listens intently, meanwhile visually scanning the area for threats::

SO_Claridge:
CTO: No Sir.  She couldn't have known, I never.... made mistakes.

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar: I must be a magnet for the losers of the galaxy.  I picked up this fellow at Starbase 475...you know they have the dumbest station OPS personnel I've ever seen...anyway...this fellow wanted transport to Risa.  Halfway here he killed himself. 

SO_Claridge:
CTO: I mean.... she never let on that she knew.  So, I think not.

CO_Alar:
@Mae: He didn't happen to be Nubiganan, did he?

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Do you think she wouldn't notice?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Well Sir, I was very discreet.

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar:  I don't ask 'em for a pedigree...I just take the money and as long as they don't want anything too weird I oblige.  ::shrug::  How was I supposed to know he'd end up as bulkhead art?

CTO_Kelson:
SO: I see...::sighs::

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar:  What a mess.  They're scraping him out of my ship now.  ::shudder::

CTO_Kelson:
SO: do you know where your wife was at 0300?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: She was in our quarters sleeping.

CO_Alar:
@Mae: Mind of we take a sample of your "bulkhead art"? I think the guy who splattered himself on your ship is wanted for murder.

CTO_Kelson:
SO:  You are positive?

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Well I wasn't there but that's where she was when I left the lab.

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar:  I don't care what you do.  You Fed types sure are odd.  Get yourself a hobby, sweetie.  Or a man.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: I see...okay, ensign.  This conversation stays between you and me.  Do you understand? ::glares::

Mae_Kabuck:
@::patting Alar on the arm gently::  Makes the trip around the galaxy a little less lonely.

CO_Alar:
@::she smiles semisweetly:: Mae: I appreciate the advice...but I've already got a man. Clear skies, Captain.

SO_Claridge:
::looks down at his hands again::

Mae_Kabuck:
@Alar:  And to you, dear.

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Yes Sir.

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Not a word to anyone, not even your wife, got it?

CO_Alar:
@::she stands, and nods, then leaves the bar:: *Wakefield* We need to get a sample of some "bulkhead art" from Kabuck's ship. I do believe we've found our missing diplomat.

TO_Wakefield has left the conversation

SO_Claridge:
CTO: Yes Sir. ::he frowns::

CTO_Kelson:
SO: Okay..dismissed.  ::waves hand and turns back::

SO_Claridge:
::leaves security office with a worried look::

CTO_Kelson:
::sits down at console::

CMO_Tigs:
::still unable to free herself, she hangs there thinking of how she is going to get out of this one::

CTO_Kelson:
Computer: Computer, locate whereabouts of Ens. Claridge's wife at 0300 last night.

CSO_Lorenzo:
::pacing in her office, knowing that at that moment one of her staff was being questioned::

CO_Alar:
@::heads for a clear space:: *Vesuvius* One to beam up.

CTO_Kelson:
::tapping fingers on desk::

Kris:
ACTION: The Away Team beams back aboard.

CSO_Lorenzo:
<Computer>Location at 0300 unknown.

CTO_Kelson:
::has a feeling::

CO_Alar:
*Tigs* Doctor, I need you to beam aboard the Taksless. Our missing diplomat has be found.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::doesn't get much from his scan of the cargo, he feels a little defeated::

TO_Wakefield:
::materializes on Vesuvius::

CTO_Kelson:
Comp: Computer, locate Ens. claridge's wife...

TO_Wakefield:
::heads for bridge::

CMO_Tigs:
CO:: I am unable to comply I am indisposed at the moment ::

CSO_Lorenzo:
<Computer>Location of Evelyn Claridge, aeroponics bay.

CO_Alar:
Tigs: Then have Dr. Royce take care of it.

CTO_Kelson:
::heads out of office at run::

CTO_Kelson:
::enters turbolift::

TO_Wakefield:
*CTO*:  I'm back onboard Sam, heading for the bridge...

CMO_Tigs:
:: taps her combadge::  Royce :: report to the CO for assignment:: Tigs Out::

CTO_Kelson:
COmp: aeroponics.

CTO_Kelson:
*wake*acknowledged.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::out of sheer curiosity he decides to find out where the CMO is, the inflection in her voice seemed like one of mild irritation an slight panic::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
*CO*  : Tigs requested that I report to you for an assignment, ma'am

CTO_Kelson:
::exits turbolift::

CTO_Kelson:
::enters aeroponics::

CTO_Kelson:
::straightens uniform::

CTO_Kelson:
::looks around for the wife::

CMO_Tigs:
*OPS*:: One to beam to sick bay please::

CO_Alar:
*Royce* You'll find our missing diplomat on the Taksless....he's spread all over a bulkhead at present but you should be able to determine that it's him.

MO-LtJGXenobia:
*CO*:  understood, on my way

CIV_MacFarlane:
::finds out where the CMO is and grins::*CMO*:Hanging out in the jeffries tube I see.  Can I be of assistance?

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: enroute the Taksless vessel ::

CO_Alar:
::heads for the bridge, and once there, takes her seat again::

MO-LtJGXenobia:
:: grabs med kit on way out::

CMO_Tigs:
*CIV*:: No I am checking for evidence everything is fine::

TO_Wakefield:
::arrives on bridge and takes tactical station::

CIV_MacFarlane:
<OPS>::Complies with the CMO's order and beams her to sickbay::

CTO_Kelson:
::sees wife::

CMO_Tigs (Sound - Transporter.wav):

CTO_Kelson:
Wife: Ms. Claridge?

CMO_Tigs:
::  materializes in sickbay extremely annoyed::

Kris:
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