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Post by Kossuth on Jan 1, 2016 19:08:04 GMT -5
In the brig of the Pilgrim, the following pirates cool their heels:
1. A highly injured Gorn. He has been stabilized but was moved to the brig because he was... uncooperative with Dr. McCoy. This Gorn was shot by Malitzka.
2. An uninjured Gorn. He was intimidated by Malitzka and ran away, however, he missed the extraction.
3. An unjoined Trill merc. He sustained heavy damage from Donovan's colossal fist, but it has since been repaired.
((This is open to any Pilgrimer!)
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Post by Lt Cmdr Aria Xalot on Jan 2, 2016 15:48:57 GMT -5
Aria sheepishly approached the guard on duty in the brig after the end of her shift.
"So um. I think this is the first time we've used the brig since I've been on board. Would you mind if I went and had a peek to uh you know do diagnostics or see if there is anything that looks in need of improvement?... Plus I've never seen a Gorn in person before I'm kind of curious."
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Post by Lieutenant jg Ezri Tegan on Jan 2, 2016 17:58:06 GMT -5
Arin Soran entered the interrogation room holding a PADD. The Trill male seated on the opposite side of the table studied her critically. She ignored his gaze as she moved over to chair on the opposite side of the table and took a seat. She placed the PADD on the table.
The Trill stared at her harshly. “They sent their telepath? That isn't going to work. I have been taught to resist telepathic interrogation. What else you got for me sweetie?”
Unfazed Arin picked up her PADD and looked it over. “I just want to ask a few questions. I would appreciate honest answers. The room is set up with sensors linked to autonomic response analysis equipment. So even if you can resist telepathic interrogation, we will know if you are lying to us.”
The man growled, “You are not getting anything from me.”
Arin leaned in, “Look if you want to do this the hard way I can step out and let me Klingon colleague do what she does best. But, I think you may want cooperate with me. It is in your best interest.”
The man looked at her skeptically, “Oh yeah? how do you figure that?” he asked,
Arin looked at him, her best poker face in full effect. “Your employer has abandoned you. They are not going to come back for you and you won't get paid. Instead you will go to prison for your attempted robbery. Your only hope is to cooperate with us and hope that translates into some sort of leniency.”
The man on the other side of the table didn't respond, he simply stared back at Arin. She took it as a sign that he was ready to cooperate. But, she couldn't be completely sure.
“Let's start with something simple.” She began, “What is your full name?”
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Post by Lt Cmdr Neil Donovan on Jan 2, 2016 19:07:39 GMT -5
Donovan watched the interrogation from the opposite side of the monitor. He had little faith that Counselor Soran's head shrink nonsense would yield result. But he wanted to give her a chance, after all what harm would it do. also he could not help wonder what her bra size was.
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Post by Kossuth on Jan 3, 2016 22:48:12 GMT -5
The guard looked at Aria, scrutinizing her. "Should be fine. Commander Soran is in there already, so you can keep her company." The guard ushers Aria in.
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Meanwhile, the Trill looked down at the floor. He knew he was defeated. There was no getting out of this one; he was in Federation custody and he would surely stay that way. Well, he thought, it wasn't all bad. He could have been captured by the Klingons. At least with the Federation, he'll probably end up on some farm somewhere instead of cracking dilithium at Rura Penthe.
He sighed. "My name is Damid Reis. You happy now?"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Aria Xalot on Jan 4, 2016 10:08:58 GMT -5
Aria smiled and waved sheepishly at Arin, excited at the prospect of seeing a interogation before running her diagnostics.
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Post by Lieutenant jg Ezri Tegan on Jan 4, 2016 11:38:35 GMT -5
The Trill male sighed. "My name is Damid Reis. You happy now?"
Arin nodded, trying to betray any emotions. “A very wise decision Damid. Now, I need you to give me something I can use. Specifically what can you tell me about your employer. Did you have a specific base of operations? Were can we find them now?”
Arin notes Aria's presence and waves back to her awkwardly.
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Post by Kossuth on Jan 4, 2016 17:50:26 GMT -5
The Trill leaned back on the bench.
"Hey, I'm no snitch, lady. You ever heard of the Freestar Syndicate? They'd cut my head off and play Hoverball with it. In fact..." he leans forward and looks at Aria, and points at her. "You've got an Orion right there! They work with Freestar all the time. She's probably here to make sure I don't squeal. Well you're going to be disappointed!"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Aria Xalot on Jan 4, 2016 18:35:53 GMT -5
Aria sighed and rolled her eyes at the trill, before looking at Arin.
"Sorry I just wanted to run some diagnostics on the containment fields in the brig. I'll get out of your hair." She said before making her way out of the room and towards the brig proper.
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