Getting what he wants (Trichon/Tar'Mok joint log)

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(OOC: Since my previous log conflicts with the mission briefing, disregard my previous log, and assume this one took place instead)

 

Tar'Mok sat at a desk in Science composing his report. He stated what he did as well as his role in the construction supervision. However, going over the transporter logs, Tar'Mok noticed something strange. Somebody beamed aboard the ship twenty minutes before the explosion. "Hmm, curious." stated Tar'Mok. He also assumed the construction logs would be beneficial for his defense. Tar'Mok assumed since he was monitoring the construction of the station he would be detained for questioning by the Federation. Tar'Mok asked the computer to locate Ensign Trichon. He would be his best bet in acquiring the logs he sought

 

"Computer, locate Ensign Trinecar" asked Tar'Mok.

 

"Ensign Trinecar is in Holodeck 3." The computer answered.

 

Tar'Mok then exited Science and took the turbolift to Holodeck 3. Tar'Mok walked down the hall until he arrived at Holodeck 3. A program was running, when Tar'Mok entered the holodeck.

 

As the door opened into the holodeck the sounds of a crowd roaring echoed. Tar'mok looked around and saw what appeared to be some sort of sports arena. In the middle of the building a was a ring of some sorts. Chris was in the middle of the ring throwing punches at the larger man. Left and right jabs hit the man in the gut and finally he went down.

 

"Winner by Knockout. Chris "The Crippler" Trichon." A referee grabbed Chris's hand and raised it above his head. He looked around the arena and basked in the victory and then he saw Ensign Tar'mo making his way through the crowd. Flashbulbs went off in the general vacinity f Mr. Trichon and loud upbeat music can be heard wafting through the arena speakers. Tar'Mok approached the ring, and climbed up.

 

"Computer freeze program." The arena froze in mid cheer. Chris turned to face Tar'mok. "What brings you to Las Vegas tonight Mr Tar'mok?"

 

Tar'Mok quirks an eyebrow. "We are 103 459 875 kilometers from Las Vegas."

 

"Well technically were in the MGM grand my good Vulcan friend."

 

Tar'Mok tilts his head, not knowing what an MGM Grand is. "I require some transporter logs from the Excalibur and the research facility. as well as the construction logs from the Excalibur. Interesting program, by the way." Tar'Mok complemented

 

"Ah so duty calls eh. Well let me at least change out of boxing trunks." Chris reaches up and rubs his jaw, "I might also have to make a trip to sickbay as well. Tyson packs a punch." He walked over to a corner of the ring and picked up a silk robe. "I thought a vulcan would like the senseless barbarism that is boxing."

 

Tar'Mok stared blankly forward. "Two men pummeling each other to death is not what a Vulcan would find 'entertaining' "

 

"I didn't think so." Chris rubbed his forehead and noticed that he had a small cut above his temple. "Yep definitely need to make a stop by sickbay."

 

"Indeed, that cut above your eye requires medical attention." Tar'Mok blankly states. "It is quite illogical to deactivate the holodeck safety controls".

 

"Thrill of the fight Tar'mok." Chris put on the robe with the word Crippler on the back and started to exit the holodeck. "If theres no chance I am going to get hurt how do you prove yourself. I could stand there and take hit after hit and never get hurt. It wouldnt be the same thing. Know what I mean."

 

Tar'Mok thought this over. "Indeed, you do have a point." Tar'Mok waited whilst Trichon changed

 

Chris exited the holodeck and began to head towards the security office. "Anyways I needed to blow off some steam, and my boxing program helps me relax."

 

Tar'Mok nods, as he follows him out the holodeck. "I see,"

 

"So you needed transporter logs huh."

 

"Yes from the Excalibur and the research station between the hours of 1600 and 1800."

 

They turn the corner and enter the security office. Chris sits at his panel and hits some keys and begins a data transfer to a PADD for Tar'mok. "So how about you? How are you handling this whole affair?"

 

Tar'Mok tilts his head. "I am incapable of feeling emotions for the lost individuals on that planet, however, I do feel that it is quite unfortunate."

 

"Lucky you"

 

Tar'Mok didn't quite know how to interpret that. "You are feeling remorse for the lost individuals on the planet and station?"

 

Chris just stared at him for a moment. "Yes I do feel remorse for those people Tar'mok. Were talking about billions of people just snuffed out, and all we could do is watch."

 

"Indeed. Which is why I required the logs. My report hopefully will shed some light into the cause of the explosion."

 

"Well I hope it helps," The padd is tossed in Tar'Moks direction. "I hope you get him before I do."

 

Tar'Mok catches the PADD. "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Trichon. And I do hope that we can resolve this quickly." Tar'Mok goes over the report. Hopefully, this will satisfy Admiral Day, and perhaps come in handy if he himself is questioned