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Kansas_Jones

"Dr. Ktorem Senok I Presume?

*Note: set immediately after the events in "Stalking", sometime during the four hour TBS.

01.26.08

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Dr. Ktorem Senok I Presume?

 

Kansas was going to look into hiring an assassin to take out Murphy and Fate. Indeed.

 

The Caitian feline now stood in the corridor outside the main cargo bay, attempting to negotiate her way past an unmovable object: one Master Chief Petty Officer Keltex. The enlisted Klingon had been on call when the ‘distress’ call from Ensign Tay had been received in the security offices. Of course the Master Chief had been on duty when said call had come in. It would seem that that SOB Murphy was working overtime today.

 

Keltex, definitely not one to play favorites, regarded his commanding officer with a cool look. “I understand you attacked an ensign?”

 

JoNs growled. “Let’s just say that if I were you, I wouldn’t go in to the cargo bay right now to question her Master Chief – very bad idea. I caused enough of an internal first contact incident just now to last us through the next year or so…the situation will be dealt with at a later date and smoothed over.”

 

“Regardless, I need to escort you from the general area per regulations Commander...”

 

**********

A short while later, the feline lieutenant commander found herself in her security office. She was thoroughly dejected as well as pissed off at the universe in general, and decided to do something that she couldn’t possibly screw up – research.

 

After booting up the desktop viewer, she retrieved all the relevant information from the bridge tactical records of the last few hours. Slowly, and methodically, the security officer picked through the current and past data regarding this mystery prisoner that had been shown on the Soltan data chip.

 

Rigellian Doctor Ktorem Senok had originally been based in the Alpha Quadrant, and his area of study had been as a physicist. A random news feed from stardate 74407.2, after JoNs had entered the parameters into the data banks for cross referencing on the subject, showed that he had also been working on some sort of holographic real time communications project. And, according to old mission logs and reports, the Agincourt had also been dispatched at a later date to Senok’s Vorana VI research facility to investigate after the doctor had been reported missing. He obviously had not been located at that time.

 

Missing, until now that is. So, if one really wanted to get technical, the Agincourt had finally located the scientist and made good on their past mission. In a rather roundabout way, that is.

 

Now, the man shows up in some godforsaken alien prison in the Perseus Arm, and this information had been imparted by a Selshan operative agent to the shuttle recon team. And it would seem that in exchange for this information, the crew needed to spring a Selshan compatriot from the prison along with Senok. How were the Selshan, or at least the faction represented by the Selshan that had contacted the recon team, aware of Senok at all? Did Senok have any previous ties to this sector of space? And why was the scientist imprisoned at this Perseus detention facility in the first place?

 

Did Senok's prototype holographic comm project hold interest for certain parties in this sector? Could the technology be manipulated from its original design and purpose for a weapon of some kind?

 

JoNs ran a weary paw across her face and said out loud to no one in particular, “So many factors, too much speculation, and breaching a prison is a tactical mess of known and unknown circumstances waiting to happen.”

 

Murphy and Fate. Indeed.

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