> "Yes, I do sir. As you requested I looked into your mate's
>activities just prior to his disappearance. Now, I had to call in a few
>favors and promise a few in the future, but I have some information that I
>thought you would find interesting.
>
> His last known assignment was Starfleet Engineering, Special
>Research Projects. They do intensive research on anything from
>transporters and replicators to new warp propulsion technologies and
>weapons systems. While I could not get much on the particular project that
>he was working on, I was able to find out that he was working on not one,
>but two separate projects. One was a new propulsion system that was to
>make use of Borg and Dominion technologies. The other was a weapons
>system, a defensive system to revolutionize the way we shield our vessles."
> she stopped to gague her reaction and to let what she said sink in just a
>bit.
She knew about the assignment; they had talked about it when he'd been
offered the position, and it was an engineer's dream. She'd encouraged him
to take it, even though it meant them spending some time apart, as she was
still commanding Triangle at the time. But when they talked, it usually
wasn't about work, and even when they did, he couldn't talk much about what
he was doing. His clearance was higher than hers, and so they just didn't
talk about it at all. It didn't bother her; she was military born and
understood such things.
But the magnitude of the projects was astounding. She knew he was working
on propulsion and defensive systems, but nothing like this. "All rrright,"
she said. "Go on."
> The Tellerite continued, "From what I have pieced together is that
>while spending some time in the lab of the weapons system working late one
>night with several of the researchers on a rather unusual discovery, there
>was an accident. Now much of the research lab was destroyed, but since
>they kept backups the overall impact was minimal. This is where the bad
>news is. About three of the researchers were killed and three others were
>missing, presumed dead. M'Rrell was amoung the missing. One of my
>contacts talked to one of the lead researchers, Dr. Injured Donkey (OOC:
>indian for lame ass), who said that he was not sure that M'Rrell and the
>others that were
classified as missing are really dead. He would not go into it, but it had
something to do with the experiments that were running at that moment."
"He's not dead," she said softly. That much she knew. The bond that was
between them would have told her that. "So, he wouldn't tell you what he
thought may have happened to them?"
(resp?)
Maybe he'd change his mind with a seven foot angry cat with one-inch claws
and two-inch fangs ready to tear his throat out. But that wouldn't bring
them all back, especially if it turned out he didn't really know what
happened. She sighed, her brows furrowed over her golden eyes. "Thank
you," she said quietly. "You have rrraised morrre questions, but its a
dirrrection to go into at least. That was morrre than I had yesterrrday."
She closed her eyes against the sad feeling of helplessness and loss she
suddenly felt very keenly. "Thank you."
(resp?)
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