RP Log: Araabrel's Revenge

Roleplay Log
Participants: Telula Choma	Ramirez Araabrel (NPC)
Location(s): USS Dniester Betazed USS Saratoga
Stardate: 134485.15
2025-05-28 23:14

Conference Room <USS Dniester NCC-95509>

The second largest compartment aboard, next to the cockpit, is the conference room. This space also doubles as the mess hall and lounge when required. A large rectangular table occupies the center of the compartment, surrounding it are eight high-backed chairs. Tucked into one corner is a food and beverage replication, and along the back wall, just below a group of vertical windows, is a padded bench.

Out the viewport:

The Betazoid spaceport does not look like a typical spaceport. There are landing areas, but each is secluded and surrounded by trees, turning the vast space into an oasis, not a stark landscape. There are two, two-story buildings, providing support for arriving guests and newcomers. Each building's roof is covered in greenery and trees so they aren't mistaken for landing spots, as well as keeping with the overall motif.

An automated taxi-like service is available to take you to other locations nearby.

Madhadaa shakes his head, "Prina went off planet, might be visiting her Mom. We'll hear from her soon though. Cris and Miri joined us just recently, and in fact I need to discuss the work we're doing here. If you don't mind, Jessica, I should go do that."

Visible out the viewport, someone walks in from the drive, in an apparent hurry. He looks around the spaceport at the ships there, eyeing each one, looking for something or someone. He checks his timepiece.

Cristobal happens to be looking at the window as the man looks around, and he clears his throat. "What are the chances someone is looking to meet with you, Hatter, at a specific time?"

Madhadaa frowns as motion catches his eye and he looks out the window, "Maybe not looking for me, but might be interesting to go and do an external inspection of the Dniester."

Cristobal nods. "Indeed." He reaches for a PADD and pulls up the daily inspection checklist, makes sure it's prominently displayed, and heads out. "You know, CAG, I could use some runabout daily inspection training."

Madhadaa chuckles and gets up, "I'll brief you and Miri afterwards on what's really going on."

There is a click as the hatch locks on USS Dniester NCC-95509 disengage, then the hatch opens.

Choma arrives from USS Dniester NCC-95509.

Ramirez arrives from USS Dniester NCC-95509.

Madhadaa steps out of the airlock, "Ok, what's the first item on the checklist, Cris?"

Ramirez conceals Ramirez's Commbadge.

Araabrel notes the movement near one of the shuttles, he takes a couple steps closer to get a better look, hesitates as they speak to one another about mundane every day things. He checks his timepiece again, turns, and hurries off.

Cristobal steps out of the airlock, carrying a PADD in one hand wit the words 'Daily Inspection Checklist' prominently displayed on it. He lifts the thing up, peering. "Section 1: Begin at airlock exteroior. 1a. Check for damage. 1b. Check seal integrity. 1c. Check for damage indicator strip neon green discoloration."

Evaase Lake <Betazed>

One of the many wonderously beautiful locations on Betazed, Evaase Lake is picturesque. The grassy hills on the far side are mirrored in the glass-like surface of the water. The shoreline is a deep green lush grass, broken only by a simple worn path that meanders along side the lake edge. A multitude of Betazoidian flowers and foliage populate the area, filling the air with an alluring fragrance.

Another path meanders inland, through a scattering of tall evergreens.

Choma arrives from Atasris Drive.

Ramirez arrives from Atasris Drive.

Madhadaa explains to Ramirez quietly, "He's like a holodeck character," as he continues on, keeping an eye out for that strange guy.

Cristobal narrows his eyes slightly, and tucks the now-pointless PADD away. From beneath his jacket, he withdraws not a weapon, but something much better. A tricorder. It's held down at his leg. Not concealed, or anything, but carried in such a casual way that it shouldn't elicit a lot of attention.

Araabrel is doing his best to blend in with the crowds, so as not be seen. Though he sticks out like a sore thumb, for more reasons than one.

Madhadaa swears again as he doesn't see the guy and says to Cris, "Let's go back and talk to Miri."

Cristobal nods, once. "Roger."

Conference Room <USS Dniester NCC-95509>

Madhadaa returns with Cris and he makes his way back to the chair he left. He looks at Miri, "That guy out there was like a holodeck character, but he got away."

Miriella looks up as the others return. "Like a Holodeck character?" she repeats. "...As in, you couldn't sense anything from him, or...?"

Your empathic abilities sense "Extremely nervous and apprehensive about being on Betazed for some reason." from Telula.

Cristobal looks over, blinking. "I didn't understand exactly what you mean, CAG. Was it that you couldn't read him telepathically, or was it that he sort of stuck out? He DID stick out."

Madhadaa nods to Miri, "Yes, an obvious person, looked even like a Betazoid, but he wasn't really there. Just like we experience on the holodeck, or with the Ferengi. Unfortunately we lost him in the crowd, but now that I know what to look for, he won't get away again." He looks at both of them, "So here's the deal. People were kidnapped, not replaced not declared dead, but the local authorities didn't really dig into it so there wasn't much on that side of things. But Doctor Coil got in touch with us and heard some things in a place where Starfleet can't go, pointing to there being a contact here on planet who might by our guy. Prina's joined Kellen to go back to try to find out more information."

Miri nods at Choma's answer. She too has described people as 'like the Holodeck' when she was temporarily without her senses. She folds her arms across her chest, ready with questions of her own. "Why did we have to come here?" she asks simply. It's obvious that Miri does not want to be on Betazed at all.

Cristobal looks over to Miri, then Choma. "Might be useful to get a medical tricorder scan. And I would think that guy would stick out like a hooker at Sunday Mass to the local security, as well." He blinks in thought. "Two possibilities. He's a sentient being that is somehow able to mask his presence telepathically -- useful, for some kind of covert-type person -- or it's a hologram of some variety. Not a person at all."

With a soft blow of air through pursed lips, he reached up and rubs absently at his earlobe. "Either way, it's someone trying to hide." His head turns to Miri, and he offers her a little smile. "So far, it's almost certain your presence here is unknown to anyone outside of this ship."

"First, I want to thank you both for coming, especially you Miri," Hatter says as he looks at Miri. "I don't know your reasons for not enjoying being on Betazed and I don't need to know, but I appreciate your willingness to come and help. Secondly, congrats to each of you. The Legion of Merit is a worthy award, Miri, and congrats on the second pip, Espada." He sighs as he gets to the meat of the situation, "I wanted back up, and you both have talents and abilities that will be useful and I know you. I've already talked about being used as a kidnapped telepath to try to bust the group, but Luz isn't a fan of that idea. Another telepath especially can be useful, since if anything happened to me, Luz and Cris would be at a disadvantage."

Miri glances at Cris. "Don't be so sure. My mother..." she says, voice trailing off as she shakes her head. To Choma, Miri nods a little. "Right, but what about the local authorities?" she wonders. "I know you said they haven't done anything yet, but that doesn't mean they won't, does it?"

Cristobal nods, following Choma's logic. "It seems it already made a difference." Then he considers something. "And, thanks, sir. Shulon's last edict. Not sure how I feel about that. Me and Tim." With a shake of his head, he motions towards the front of the vessel. "I brought two type-1 phasers and two extra charged power cells. They're in the equipment locker. I wanted to talk to you before I start wandering around armed. Should I? Should /we/?"

He nods to Miri. "It's a great question, Hatter." He looks back to the CAG. "Is it just that you don't have anything to really turn over, yet?"

Madhadaa shakes his head, "Call it a hunch. A hundred or two missing people, and the authorities didn't really dig into it? There's a lot of Betazoids on planet, but also other races as well. Who's to say if some of the non-Betazoid staff aren't being bought off or involved? And stirring things up too much could cause the real bad guy to flee and we'd be left with nothing." He considers Cris curiously, "I'm surprised you aren't carrying already. T'Shaav and James were always vocal about the need for Security to be armed at all times." He pauses and chuckles, "Yet for some reason, whenever we needed a weapon, it was usually Kellen and Chill that were the only ones armed."

"A hunch?" Miri repeats in a town that almost sounds like an audible frown. She glances at Cris and then back to Choma. "So, what exactly is the situation?" she asks, leaning back in her chair. "Pretend I know nothing."

Cristobal shakes his head. "It's not that I like going around unarmed, sir. It's that I'm on leave, on a Federation planet with no mandate to carry a weapon. I've stirred up enough trouble without ending up in jail somewhere." He looks to Miri, then Choma. "If we're going after a gang of kidnappers, okay, I might bend the rules."

He nods again to Miri's words. "Right, I feel like I should just be saying 'what Miri said,' here." He looks back to Choma. "I am already gettighn a /really/ weird vibe from that guy we just saw. Something's not right, here."

Madhadaa thinks about it and finally says, "The Dominion were doing something with all of the telepaths. And it wasn't for training Jem'hadar on how to fight us. So one of the possibilities is that we disrupted some sort of experiment that they were conducting. So they have a few ways to handle that, first is to start all over with a new group of telepaths, or what I'm more worried about, kidnap all of the victims again to continue the experiment. Which explain why Doctor Coil picked up on chatter, and why we just ran across someone who doesn't belong standing out there looking like he's waiting on someone or something."

"So, this visit is concerning the group of Betazoid citizens we rescued from the Dominion?" Miri asks, just confirming. "And what was it that Doctor Coil heard?"

She makes a vague gesture with her hand towards the bulkhead. "That guy from the space port could have been a Ferengi in disugise and on the run for something," Miri points out, just to make a point about jumping to conclusions.

Cristobal nods to Choma. "Waiting on you, you mean." He chews his lower lip. "I'd like to get a tricorder scan of the guy. Then a medical tricorder scan. I'm guessing he won't be too cooperative with that entire idea if he's involved in anything shady."

With a soft little huff, he looks over to Miri. Then he nods. "Might have been. Hence the full scan." He looks between Choma and Miri. "I'd prefer if we just scanned the guy without him knowing it's even happening. No reason to break any laws, nor let them know we're wise. If we can help it. Because she's right, Hatter. Right now, we have some sketchy guy that you can't read. And that's it."

"Kellen said he overheard some guys bragging about how lucrative kidnapping telepaths were last year," Hatter explains. "He also heard them talking about getting back in touch with their contact here on Betazed. Prina and him are working that side of things currently, and it's something that he's done for us before and is good at, so I'm not worried about them." He shakes his head to Cris, "I don't think he's waiting on me. He really did look like he was waiting on someone or something, and we weren't it. Hopefully if he is waiting on someone or something, he'll be back and we'll be better prepared." He looks at them both, "I'm a bit out of my depth here, especially with the science side. If you're conducting an experiment and it gets interrupted, do you start all over or do you try to pick it up where it got interrupted?"

Miri answers. "You start over," she says. "The results are now forever tainted, now that they were allowed to leave the controlled environment." She sighs softly, not really certain if the Dominion would care about such things in this particular experiment.

Cristobal looks over to Miri, pressing his lips together. "I mean. Yes. In a sterile environment. If all you have is a natural experiment, you control what factors you can, right?" After drawing in a deep breath, he adds, "Is it possible something was done to them physically? Some sort of somatic genetic alteration, or some kind of implant? Maybe they don't need them /there/ anymore to conduct the experiment?"

Madhadaa frowns at Miri's response, "Damn, I was hoping they'd try to kidnap the same people again. Be easier to watch for." He raises an eyebrow at Cris, "Something that Doctor Sawyer and Miri would've missed with the extensive screening all of us went through?"

"I mean, that's just what I would do if I was concerned about contamination," Miri adds, glancing at Choma. "We don't even know what they were doing. It might be irrelevant to their goals." Miri reaches up and unties her ponytail, just for a moment. She gathers up her hair, smooths it out, and reties it neater than it was a moment ago. "So, what are we we --" she gestures to each of them. "-- doing here?"

Cristobal huhs, and nods back top Choma. "The question of the hour, yeah. Something's off. But you don't seem like you have a hard lead, here?" He pauses, then adds, "Except for someone acting weird. So...what's the plan?"

Madhadaa sighs softly, "Original plan was to ask around about the kidnappings, see if we can get the data pointing to who else might be still held. Get data that we could've used once leave was over, since Chill has sources that I don't and likely would've been able to tie what we found with what he had. That option is no longer available to us, but Kellen's information points to someone here on Betazed being behind it and they'll have reason to do so again."

Madhadaa looks at Miri, "I don't have anything concrete yet, Miri. I wish I did, so I could outline the objectives for what we're doing here. I just know that I needed more help, and you two were the best I people I could think of for this. If you want to return to Phoenix until I have something definitive, I will understand."

Through the viewport: A person in a long overcoat approaches the tarmac. They check their timepiece as they look around semi-nervously.

Miri takes a breath. "Yeah, maybe..." she mutters, thinking about returning to the Phoenix. She shakes her head and glances at Choma. "I'm sorry, I just... I haven't been here in, like, seven years. Trying to remain single." She glances at Choma as she reveals that her family has engaged in that now-uncommon practice of arranged marriages among upper crust Betazoid houses. She raises her eyebrows at the viewscreen. "There's your friend, again," she says, pointing.

Cristobal looks out the viewport, on cue, as Miri points it out. "Well. If /you/ don't have anything solid, maybe our friend here does?" He nods towards the viewscreen. "What's the play, CAG? Try and scan him to see what he is, or something more....aggressive."

Madhadaa gets up and heads out, "Let's go have a chat with him. If he's holodeck, that is. If he isn't, then authorities might not like it."

Choma goes Out.

Ramirez goes Out.

Spaceport <Betazed>

The Betazoid spaceport does not look like a typical spaceport. There are landing areas, but each is secluded and surrounded by trees, turning the vast space into an oasis, not a stark landscape. There are two, two-story buildings, providing support for arriving guests and newcomers. Each building's roof is covered in greenery and trees so they aren't mistaken for landing spots, as well as keeping with the overall motif.

An automated taxi-like service is available to take you to other locations nearby.

Araabrel once again checks his timepiece, looking upwards this time. His gaze averted, he doesn't see you all exiting the runabout.

Cristobal steps out of the airlock in a lovely, fashionable suit, taking in the air with his head tilted back, and a deep sigh as he draws in the lovely breeze. Without even looking at the others, he moves off perpendicular to the line between the runabout and the other man, not even glancing at him as he begins moving.

Madhadaa begins to saunter around the various trees and nature areas, working his way slowly towards Araabrel. He doesn't react to Cris' thought as he watches the strange guy with the timepiece.

The boom of thrusters firing can be heard overhead as one of the passenger transport shuttles descends to the tarmac.

Miriella thinks about what she'll do. Instead of going off on her own, Miri catches up to Choma and slips one of her arms through his. "What a lovely day, don't you think, honey?" she asks.

Araabrel looks up, trying to see the ship. His look turns dejected as its not the ship he was waiting for.

Cristobal continues walking off in a direction that seems like it has nothing to do with anyone else. He gets farther out to one side on the massive tarmac. He strolls with purpose, like a man who's late for a Very Important Meeting. He, of course, looks up at the loud sound. Because that's what people do. Then he continues walking, until he's several hundred meters off to the side.

Madhadaa smiles at Miri as he pats her hand, walking casually through the plantlife and getting closer to Araabrel.

Miri follows along, frowning at a thought that occurs to her.

Once he's way off to the side, Cristobal turns with a frowny frown face, the expression pensive. Did he forget something? Did he go the wrong way? Did he forget his first anniversary with his girlfriend? Who knows. But he looks a little non-plussed about something. He picks up his pace...but who cares? He's not walking at the other man, nor is he walking with Miri and Hatter.

The shuttle descends and settles on the tarmac. After a few moments the doors open and several passengers exit. They walk right by Araabrel, as they head for the drive. Araabrel gets a few casual friendly smiles, but also some odd looks, but only from the Betazoids.

Madhadaa walks up to Araabrel, with Miri on his arm. He asks, "Excuse me, was that the shuttle from Pacifica, sir?" He tries to pass himself off as another who's waiting on a shuttle.

Miri tries another way. "This weather is delicious, can you do no better?" she asks the stranger. Then, feigning embarrassment, Miri shrugs. "Sorry, I don't mouth talk as much as my gentleman, good time."

Cristobal completes his little speed-walking circle, ending up on the far side of Araabrel from Miri and Hatter. His pace slows to a casual stroll, back in the direction of the shuttle that just landed. Casually, he slides his tricorder into his hand, though it's held down by his leg. Really, it could be anything. And then, while Choma and Miri engage him in conversation, he brings his tricorder up and scans the guy.

Ramirez uses Tricorder (52570) to scan Araabrel.

Araabrel is startled by Choma, "What?" He stares at Choma and Telula for a long moment, "Oh, I don't know, it might have been." Neither of them will get any reading off of Araabrel, though he seems real enough.

A different group of passengers head towards the soon to be departing passenger shuttle. They walk around the now crowded group that are right in the path.

Madhadaa pats Miri's hand and smiles at her, "You're doing fine, dear." He looks at Araabrel, "How are you finding Betazed so far? Better than Varala III, isn't it?"

Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Choma's thoughts, "Hello, enjoy your trip"

Your empathic abilities sense "regret that she backed herself into a corner with this ruse." from Telula.

As a follow-up to Choma's question, Miri adds one of her own. "Have you daytime visited Rianda?" Miri asks Araabrel with some interest, smiling at him. That place doesn't exist.

The boom of a second ship descending echoes overhead.

Cristobal slides his tricorder away into the belt holster under his jacket, then simply crosses one hand over the other over where his belt buckle probably is beneath his buttoned jacket. He's no longer watching Araabrel. Instead, he watches the crowd leaving the shuttle while Choma and Miri engage with the 'betazoid.' He looks like he's waiting on someone, really. Like any uncommon visitor to a starport would, he peers up at the loud ship for a moment.

"What?" Araabrel says again at your verbal questions. He makes no indication he even heard any of the thoughts. "I've lived here all my life, I don't know a Rianda." He answers, looking up at the newly descending ship, "If you will excuse me." He begins to walk toward where he thinks the new ship will be landing.

A small, decrepit shuttle descends and lands on the tarmac. Araabrel heads straight for it.

Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Ramirez's thoughts, "Break contact. We'll switch. "

Madhadaa watches Araabrel head for the shuttle as he shakes his head, patting Miri's hand before disengaging her from his arm.

Turning away from Araabrel, Miri glances up at Choma. "I feel ridiculous," she mutters aloud, if for no other reason than to prove she hasn't suffered a head injury.

Cristobal checks his watch with a little sigh, nods to himself as the new ship -- the decrepit little shuttle lands. There is a deep frown on his face, followed by a little cluck of annoyance. He heads in that direction, just like someone going to meet someone on a shuttle does.

Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Choma's thoughts, "Definitely not a Betazoid. Be careful, Miri, Cris and I are going to have to do something foolish, I think. If something happens to us, go to the Dniester and call the Saratoga to stop that shuttle."

Araabrel stops at the shuttle hatch, which eventually opens, and a single individual stands at the door in its shadow. Araabrel and this individual share a few words, but they are a little out of earshot.

Madhadaa eyes the area and decides he couldn't get any closer without being too obvious. Instead, he just stands there next to Miri, watching and apparently waiting for a shuttle.

The passenger shuttle finishes boarding and begins its take off routine. As it does so, Araabrel turns to look at it, and his visitor sticks his head out long enough to be in the light, and possibly seen.

Miri frowns thoughtfully as she watches this strange man. She glances up at Choma and folds her arms across her chest.

Cristobal casually slides his tricorder out of its belt loop while he's a little ways off. He seems to decide doing something risky is better than nothing at all. Concealing his approach to the best of his ability, he takes a good look at the guy, and then scans the shuttle and the person with his tricorder.

Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Telula's thoughts, "There's something not right about this man. I can't place it, but his mannerisms ... It's like he doesn't belong here. Unsure. Out of place. But, didn't he say he's lived here his whole life? He doesn't add up."

Your telepathic ability allows you to hear Telula's thoughts, "I mean, I know he appears suspicious, but his mannerisms are right out of a psychology text. It's not just his personality."

"You know the routine, don't ever take more than one at a time." Araabrels says, about to hand the other a portable data stick.

The semi-hidden individual catches movement out of the corner of his eye, snatches the data stick from Araabrel and departs into his ship. "You are being followed." The shuttle hatch closes, moments later its thrusters spool up for launch.

Madhadaa taps his concealed commbadge and speaks to it.

Choma taps his commbadge and says, "Saratoga"

[Choma's Commbadge] Communications channel to USS Saratoga NCC-123024 open.

[Choma's Commbadge] "This is Saratoga, Commander Lebrief speaking. Who is this?"

Madhadaa says quickly, "Commander, this is Commander Madhadaa Choma, serial number SN011279, currently assigned to the USS Phoenix. There's a small, decrepit looking shuttle taking off from Betazed that appears to be involved in an investigation I'm conducting." He gives a full description of the shuttle and adds, "Please get a full detailed scan and if possible a heading."

[Choma's Commbadge] "Understood", Commander Lebrief says, "Standby."

The decrepit shuttle quickly lifts off and heads westwardly above the treeline.

Araabrel looks around, trying to spot who is following him. Unsure of himself, he half runs out of the spaceport.

Cristobal smiles thinly as the hatch on the shuttle closes. To himself, he murmurs, "Too late, my friend. Too late." He checks to make sure he has a good data spool, makes sure it's properly saved, and then snaps the tricorder shut and slides it away, freeing his hands. "Well. Isn't THAT interesting...."

And then he simply moves up to Araabrel, with the looming, assertive, purposeful approach that security personnel the galaxy over seem to universally possess. Come on. He may not have a doctorate, like SOME PEOPLE in this group, but all those crunches and deadlifts? They count, too.

Madhadaa moves to intercept Araabrel as well, as he reports to Saratoga, "It's heading westward above the treeline from my position, Commander."

[Choma's Commbadge] "We have it on sensors." Lebrief replies, "Tracking."

Araabrel stops in his tracks as Ramirez steps into his path, "What? Who are you?"

They all seem to have the same idea. Miri takes off running, trying to intercept the stranger from a different angle. Her route takes her through an elaborate landscaping display. Instead of going around, Miri tries to vault over a beautiful hedge without ruining it!

Cristobal holds a hand out, palm out in a universal 'STOP' gesture. "The man who will make sure you get put /under/ the god damned jail if you don't give me the data storage device, and right now." He smiles. Widely. "Or don't. I'm in a /real/ bad mood, and I would love to beat you unconscious. Up to you, my fake betazoid friend."

Miri turns her head at an important moment in her movement across the neatly pruned hedge. She spots Araabel stop and it completely throws off her timing. Miri's foot gets caught in the manicured branches, causing her to tumble forward. "Ack!" she cries out involuntarily as she lands on her back. Several travelers tentatively approach and Miri dismisses them with a brief telepathic exchange of 'I'm okay, thanks' and 'I'm good' and 'I meant to.'

Madhadaa comes up behind Araabrel, drawing his knife as he does so, pricking the nape of Araabrel's neck with the tip, "I'd listen to him if I were you. You're not a Betazoid, since you have no more presence than a holonovel character, so we have some questions for you."

Choma draws Knife (29006).

Araabrel holds up his empty hands, he stutters out nervously, "I've done nothing, you can't pin it on me." At the Betazoid comment his ire raises, "I am Betazoid!" He looks into Ramirez' eyes, "Human." He winces at the knife, but can't see Choma from the current angle without risking cutting himself.

[Choma's Commbadge] "Its gone to warp, but dropped off our sensors shortly after that." Lebrief says, "Computer says its heading towards Kobliad, or maybe Tzenkethi space."

Miri joins the others, brushing some grass off of her arms. "Not like one I've ever met," she tells Araabrel as she plucks a leaf out of her hair. Surprise! She can talk normally.

Cristobal nods, sharply, and he lets anger seep into his features. What comes next could only charitably be called a smile. It's more a chimp threat display, really. "I am. Except better. Now." He annunciates each word slowly, clearly picturing breaking a bone with each staccto delivery of a word. "Give. Me. The. Data. Storage. Device." He holds his hand out. "And....be careful? That guy behind you? I once saw him slit someone's throat because it was /convenient." He sounds.....serious, actually.

[Choma's Commbadge] Commander Lebrief overhears the conversation down on the surface, "Are you in need of assistance, Commander Choma? We can have a team to your location within minutes."

"Thank you, Commander, but my team has this in hand. Please transfer the sensor readings to the USS Dniester for me," Hatter says. "I'll be sure to file a report when I can. Hatter out." He scrapes the tip of his knife along Araabrel's neck, "You aren't a convincing Betazoid, not for someone who's always lived here. Even the non-telepaths among us are people with thoughts and life that we all can feel and share, but you don't. So who or what are you?"

Choma double taps his commbadge.

Araabrel glares at Telula, "Its your kind that is the problem. Not me. Always looking down on me, like I'm the lesser being." He sees something in Telula, recognition of some sort, "You're Elva Telula's", he pauses thinking it through, "Daughter? Not surprising, she is watched too closely or she'd have been on my list." He winces again at the knife digging into his neck. "Kill me then, be rid of the blemish."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Miri nearly shouts, taking exception with the idea that she'd look down on someone for... whatever the reason would be in this case. And then she hears her mother's name. Miri's eyes widen. She steps forward, temper flaring. "What about my mother!" she cries out, hands balled into tiny fists down at her waist.

Cristobal glances to Choma for a moment, blinking, and then he shrugs, and begins bodily searching the man, checking his pockets in the thorough and careful way cops across the universe do. Then he shakes his head, sadly back and forth.

"You've done it now, my friend. You're going to /wish/ for death by the end." He seems...well. As serious about that as the thing with Choma slitting a guy's throat. Sincerity rings brightly in the air.

And then he simply performs a complete, thorough search of the man's clothing.

"Indignant", Araabrel says, "snobbish, arrogant, are just a few ways to describe Elva Telula. She shunned me, and all I wanted was a job. To serve my world as a diplomat, I can't read others, so they have no need to fear me like they do your kind, and you can't read me. Who better to keep secrets. But my condition, evern since puberty, I've been shunned. Why are you not there? Your weird, ew, stay away. Well they got theirs, didn't they."

Madhadaa shakes his head, "Miri, don't let him get to you. Grab what scans you need and then I'll call the Saratoga to take him into custody since he has admitted his involvement." He prods Araabrel gently, "And you can tone down the ego, I've had to deal with the Romulans."

Cristobal looks over to Choma. "He doesn't have it -- so that means the pilot of the shuttle has to have taken it. He was giving the pilot a data storage device." He pauses, then adds, "I'll forward the data to Miri to confirm it? But I am reasonably sure the pilot was a Son'a, Hatter.""

While Ramirez is checking his pockets, Araabrel spins quickly, slicing his own neck on the knife Choma holds to it. "You lose"

Araabrel collapses as blood begins to spill.

Choma taps his commbadge and says, "Saratoga"

[Choma's Commbadge] "Saratoga"

Madhadaa says, "Saratoga, medical emergency. Beam the person at my feet to sickbay, he's got a knife wound to his neck."

Miri won't get her answer. Without second guessing herself, she drops to the ground and presses both hands against Araabrel's neck, applying pressure while they wait for the beam out.

[Choma's Commbadge] "Energizing" comes the response.

A shimmering swirl of colour engulfs Telula.

Swirls of energy whip around your deconstructed body. Shimmering lumination dances about your form uncontrollably, dazzling every sense.

Operating Room One - Main Wing <USS Saratoga NCC-123024>

The operating theatre can handle one patient at a time, and is usually reserved for emergency surgeries. It is equipped with a specially designed operating table capable of diagnosing a patients condition down to the tiniest detail. Multiple specially designed tools are also built into the table to assist the doctor with delicate procedures.

Araabrel is beamed directly onto the biobed. Your hands still holding his neck.

Now on board the Saratoga, hands and forearms covered in the stranger's blood, Miri continues applying pressure. "Code Blue!" she shouts, waiting for the duty staff to enter before releasing her hold on the quote-unquote betazoid's neck.

The duty staff are there in a blink of an eye, each doing their known duty to get the patient situated. A nurse sidles up next to you, "I can take over that now, if you like." Motioning to your hands.

Miri nods at the duty nurse and steps back. "Thank you," she says. Staring at the patient, Miri frowns. "Could you keep me updated on his status?" she requests. "If he coughs, I want to know about it." It's just a turn of phrase.