RP Log: Caitian on the Scent
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| 2024-01-24 21:19 | |
Worthington jestures expansively to the quarters. "This is it, and noone has been permited entry aside from myself and commander Temple when we conducted initial scans," he says.
Following with, Ky'iel frowns at initial 'sniffs' en route, tail swishing a little more energetically as they go, "That helps." chin lifting slightly as he looks to worth, "Helps me to not have to try and figure out multiple scents... Though it has been some time I understand. I worry I won't have success with this method before the next attack." dropping to all fours as he begins to pace the room.
Worthington nods. "The attack occured some time before your arrival to the Phoenix, correct," he says. "The spore, or I think that's our term, may have faded."
"Spoor would be the human word. Track or scent... If Jenkins had managed to make physical contact and had managed to get skin under her nails, I could use that. But again, faded." Moving with little awkwardness despite the distinct difference between Caitians and most other felines - Earth cats at least - he has a clavicle and they do not. Tracking slowly through the room, avoiding any blood and sampling the air.
Worthington nods. "I wish you luck, but I'm not sure if you would find anything after so long," he says.
Shaking his head as he goes, "Neither did Captain or Anewan or I... But we agreed it's foolish not to give it a try." nosing around still, going over -everything-. Even standing to sniff at touch panels within the room. "He agreed with the report I sent you, he, Commander Temple and Captain Shulon. Next time this happens, the moment we known, minimal atmosphere recycling on the deck, jeffries tubes and turbolifts to give a chance for the scent to linger."
Crouching, hands planted between his digitigrade toes, Ky'iel frowns, "Many scents here... But I don't think I will find a trail." head lifting and inhaling deep and slow, "But maybe I'll recognize one later." looking to worth, "I want them to attack me, if I am not killed and cannot capture them - if I can bite them at the very least I'll have the blood scent."
Worthington considers. "That's a very risky proposition," he says. "They've mostly attacked humans in the past that they thought were traitors. Not sure why they murdered Jenkins, Johnson, think that was for cover. Lieutenant Hauser was attacked. Her father was the humanist leader, and she was seen as a traitor. As for Kellen, who occupied these quarters, he did a lot to uncover humanist scheming back in the day."
"We travel with a small supernova hurtling us through space and time, travel via a telecommunication system that can sequence our molecules wrong resulting in a horrific, screaming, death, risk black holes, being attacked by hostile life, being assimilated in the borg, or tripping and breaking our necks on stairwells."
Ky'iel's muzzle draws back, fangs exposed and his particular hissing-chuffing chuckle comes.
"Risk and risk assessment is part and parcel... And if I can be attacked and not another, it is a risk and sacrifice I willingly offer. Live or die." musing some then, brows knitting, "More and more I feel Mr. Coil was removed to eliminate his prior knowledge and experience..."
Worthington nods. "I think it's more an act of revenge," he says. "Humanity remembers its enemies, that's what they wrote on his walls. I'm not sure how they could be convinced to attack you. You would have to be seen as a credible threat to them, as close to determining who they are." He pauses. "This is a significant risk, not something to be trifled with. You could die. If you are sure about this, we will need to run it by command first."
"Humans and Klingons have a lot in common, both have long memories and longer for grudges." Ears flicking, Ky'iel lifts a shoulder, "I'm not inviting attack. I simply would prefer it to be me. Commander Temple assigned me to this case to assist security and Captain Anewan has agreed with methods such as this attempt to scent." another rasping chuckle, "Commander, I could die just because I was assigned to this task. Anyone actively investigating immediately gains a target. And if either The Captain or Executive office disagreed with my being assigned, they would have stated already."
Worthington nods to that, thinking. "Yes, but in this case, we would have to invite attack on you deliberately, and make people think that attacking you is in their best interest," he says. "It is a step beyond what you are currently doing. I just want to make sure you are fully aware of what this means before we proceed."
"I'm fully aware. I could die. Or I could stop them. But I think I have made myself misunderstood. I am not saying advertise me as a target, that will shield me. I said I would prefer if they attacked me." lips pursing and he hunkers to sniff again, eyes half-lidding when he does.
Ky'iel's expression returns to a resting sternness as he concentrates, "If you thought there was a way to make me a target, I'm listening." ears swiveling towards Worth as if to prove his point, "And if you wish to gauge my ability to defend myself, I will not contest taking tests you prescribe."
Worthington considers. "A sparring session might be a good idea," he says. "As for making you a target, I don't think you'd be one by default specifically, but if they thought you were close to uncovering something, that might get their attention."
"And for that we'd need to find a good lead, which we've yet to, sadly." Ky'iel agrees before standing upright and stretching before withdrawing a kerchief to clean his hands, "It's why I've been pouring over records for the people who worked most often with Jenkins, and when I have that it will be their associates. But so far, no luck."
Worthington nods and sighs. "These guys are good," he says. "We were lucky to catch the one we did."
"I assume he is no longer abord, or a prisoner transfer would be good bait. Or a non-human going to speak with them." left ear twitching. "But I will continue my digging, see whom I can turn up and of course you'll be provided any findings immediately." tail swishing to one side and holding as he leans towards where the body had been. "Eventually caution will wear thin for them and I'm very patient."
Worthington shakes his head. "The one we caught? Murdered actually. The others hijacked the transporter signal that was to be used to beam him aboard another vessel for transfer back to Federation space, beaming him into space instead. He was murdered by his own co-conspirators to cover up their identities."
"It's smart, dead men tell no tales... and in a galaxy with Vulcans and Betazoids, thoughts cannot be lies." Ky'iel muses, "I read of transporter buffers reconstituting people. But I expect that was already ruled out." shrugging, "I'm no engineer, so it's spitwadding."
Worthington considers. "I know some betazoids who would not use their abilities in that way," he says. "I don't think what you described was possible."
"Me either. I think humans would call it the Hail Mary Play." chuffing slightly, "On Cait we call it the Pouncer's Risk." Rua turns about again staring at the room, "And there are always some Betazoids who might - but it's to the morality of each in question." shrugging one shoulder, "As for sparring, I can free my schedule as needed. Who knows, I might surprise us both." no irony in his tone.
Worthington nods. "For your sake ensign, I hope you do," he says.
"I'm not a pebble pusher after all. I do have training besides phasers." giving the chuffing sound again, whisper of a hiss trailing it as he folds his hands behind his back, "If I didn't think I could at least try to hold my own, I would not have accepted the offer or noted my willingness to be at risk."
Worthington smiles genuinely. "I look forward to it," he says.