"So, Caimlyn Shainenevich, what did you want to talk to me about?" She
was trying to force down the flush in her cheeks.
Caimlyn was glad that she changed the subject for them ... at least for now. "I know that you have some connections. I was hoping you might have a way to find out if my sister was harmed in the attack on Spacedock. I don't knoe that I can wait until we arrive at the station to find out."
"My military connections are not that good, but I can certainly try." She went over to his console and sat down. "Do you mind?" she asked belatedly, feeling a flush come again.
(resp?)
She tapped into her network and accessed the recent information from Starfleet Intell, including any casualty lists that may have been forwarded. The news had indicated the attackers were a civilian domestic terrorist group, so Starfleet may have sent the casualty lists to FIA to cross check with FIA files. "What is your sister's name?" asked Katya as she looked for the correct file from Starfleet
(Caimlyn resp?)
(GM - eh?)
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"He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is
only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish;
no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he
has put a knife in the heart of wonder."
--Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams
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