High Law and Low Justice, Part 4

While the charts are being assembled, Trelene looks up from the Comm system. "I bought today's paper from the system satellite service. It's still active, so I'm not sure exactly what's being restricted. I'll put it on. You owe me half a credit though," she says with a small smile.
 

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Saanath, male human merchant

"The Emperor is in Duhk," he says in a hushed tone. "No prizes for guessing who's ship the big one is."

What if all that has been going on is connected to that? An assassination attempt? The thought sends a shiver down his spine. He quickly tries to rein in the thought, but it continues to thrash around in his head. How exactly? Stop being stupid, boy. Contamination? Was the Dvonn supposed to dock with the Emperor's ship? Was Armand expected? Are we carrying something we didn't know about? Is there still more buried code in the comp?

Questions. Questions. But no answers.
 

Ktarlewaweikye Os Tehlayew Olui, Female Aslan Medic (Academic 5 / Traveller 2)

Ktarle flicks on the comm. "I'll send them to you as soon as I've compiled something reasonable. Let me know if you need anything else, or if we suddenly become rushed or something else untoward happens." She smiles grimly, with little humor.

Maerdwyn:
[sblock]Report by Ktarlewaweikye Os Tehlayew Olui, from log of Dr. Malena Menehiru and personal notes.

"Subject one: human male of mixed heritage, named Armand Blair. 1.84 meters tall, and weighed 96.2 kilograms. Appears to have been in excellent physical health, despite a large number of old scars on his extremities. No obvious current physical injuries are present, save for a small but pronounced bruise on his left shin, dorsally. Bald and clean shaven, has one false tooth in the position of the 36th molar. Found prone, left arm stretched forward and left leg drawn up, as if he had been reaching for the wall when he fell. Subject's complexion is pale with a tinge of blueish gray consistent with asphyxiation. Blood drawn from the coratid artery consistent with this diagnosis. A fine white powder coats the subject's exposed skin and clothes. No powder present on subject's mucosal membranes, internally within the stomach, and lungs, within the mouth, or on any areas previously covered by clothing.

Subject two: female aslan, named Woleireiyeo os Vareheraio. 1.7 meters tall and weighed 94.4 kilograms. Appears to have been in good general health, save for what appears to have been a minor cold, based on my limited understanding of Aslan physiology (Note: due to lack of notes on the part of Menehiru, I am unable to determine if this is true. --Olui). Tan fur with dark brown mottles ventrally and medially. Dust caught in fur dorsally, as subject was sleeping in a supine position, uncovered at the time of death. A bluish tinge to the skin was revealed upon shaving a small section of fur from the left torso, ventrally, consistent with asphyxiation. No dust or other foreign matter is present internally, or on mucosal membranes."

Menehiru hypothesized the dust as cause of death, but dust appeared to settle after death. Further testing was advised and, upon completion, the dust was proven to be the cause of death. Attached is analysis of composition and results of tests. In short, it was consuming oxygen at a rate high enough to cause asphyxiation.

Sorry if this is shoddy. I'm exhausted. I'll try to look at it again later.[/sblock]

I can get online about once in the morning (before work) and once in the evening (much after work). If I hold anyone up, feel free to do what you need to. I, unfortunately, cannot access EN World at work.
 
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Dorothy Fingal

"It's not Paranoia if they really are ou..." she pauses, "The Emperor? Here? That's good, if it involves us not being blown into particles so small that not even the Ancients could put us back together again."
"But it's bad if we end up as a political football. The Nells won't want anything bad to happen with the Emperor around."

"If anyone wants me I'll be cowering in the corner."
 

"The plot thickens.... Or are we seeing things here?" Ruzz'kof tiredly rubs his muzzle.

"Allright, people, we've got the big man himself here. This means the place is crawling with navy and ISS.
Who do we contact? Local navy? ISS? Praetorian guard? Marines? Scouts?
Quinn, do you have someone you trust here? Maybe I can get in touch with someone.

I would at least send the info to the only craft that's outbound, so that whatever happens someone somewhere knows what has happened.

Any thoughts on that? We have ten hours to think about this."
 


Saanath, male human merchant.

"I think that the Imperial boys will be all over anything untowards if the big man is here. I don't think that anyone is going to try anything out here. Perhaps we should just sit tight until the navy arrives.

"And if the Emperor is recruiting, I think I'm going to sign up and get myself onto a ship with a spinal mount.

"A B I G A S S spinal mount."
 

DrZombie said:
OOC : is there someone in this system Ruzz'koff trusts? Someone from his former career in the navy?

Ruzz'koff has never been to this system before, so he is not sure who the personnell at the base are. It's possible there is someone here he knows, but hard to find out at present.
 


About a half hour after the medical records head out to the Fool's Errand (containing the message Ruzz'koff added), the emergency band opens again:

"Dvonn, we feel for ya. I'm not sure there's much we can do for you, though..." (Is it Zaed's imagination or does it seem from the sensor data that the trader is actually shrinking back from you, as if from a leper?)..."Anyway, the Imperial navy should be able to help you - looks like they've got a ship on the way towards you right now. I hope you all do okay. Be prepared to stay in port for a while though: the Emperor has got the system pretty much shut down. By the look of things your ship could stand some time in dry dock, though. Good luck - We, uh, have to go."

Soon afterwards, a message comes in from the Empress Margaret, who also received the data, minus the message from Ruzz'koff.

"God, what happened to you folks, Captain Ruzz'koff? My doctors are still trying to figure out what that dust might be. We need to know whether anyone else abard is still ill or if the ship itself is still Contaminated. We'll talk about what looks like missile damage in a little while. Over."

ooc: are you travelling towards or away from the Empress, or standing still?
 

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