Star Trek: Starbase 777 - t’sanga’s-shuttle

T'Sanga's shuttle, a cramped little thing that made one wonder how nine people fit into it comfortably... honestly, as far as shuttles went, this one was probably about as close to a tour bus in vibes as one could get. There were two separate rooms for sleeping in, as well as a cockpit, and a small cargo hold where all items that weren't personal belongings could be stored: in this case, mostly a fuckload of pre-packaged food, more than a few cases of water, some of T'Sanga's more elaborate outfits, and a small portable oven for heating food.

Saros stepped into the shuttle with the group, their organic eye monitoring the team while their cybernetic implant tracked the assistant and scanned the cramped interior. Questions surfaced in their mind as they retrieved the tricorder from their belt with practiced ease. They hoped that it looked easy; he practiced with his intermittent shakes. “Where is the food stored?”

"Right here," S'anra said, leading the way to the small cargo hold easily. "It's in all these crates over here, so feel free to- do what you need to do."

They somewhat hesitantly approached one of the people that seemed to be spearheading the investigation. "I know this is not technically my... current position, but I have some experience with communications, if I have permission I could look through the shuttle's log."

S'anra wandered off as people got to their work, going into her quarters to stay out of the way for the time being.

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Maggie hummed as she looked towards the woman leave. “I’m not gonna be much help looking around here! I’ll go make sure she’s okay.” Maggie said as she followed innocently.

"Oh, definitely go look at the shuttle log. It'll be useful," Kirio agreed, watching Maggie follow behind. They went to go poke at the crates as well. "Oh, tiny oven..." Cute!

Nodding along enthusiastically, he agreed the shuttle log should be checked. "Yes, I can pull the full log as well as manifest from the cockpit directly if you would like? Would certainly be useful if we find anything not declared on it. Follow me." He snaked past the others and made his way to the cockpit.

Saros glanced after her, watching as she departed. A fleeting urge to call her back surfaced, but duty anchored him—he had to complete the scan. So, he let her go, refocusing on the tricorder scan on the prepackaged food even as a slight tremor crept into his hand.

She nodded at Kirio, before turning towards Sideon. "I should be able to do that as well, either way a second set of eyes in looking for potential discrepancies certainly will not hurt." Havra followed closely behind him to the cockpit. (edited)

The tricorder scan of the prepackaged food showed nothing out of the ordinary. Just several Romulan dishes, packaged neatly and ready to be heated to eat.

"T'Sanga is stable," Kirio reported, as if they all hadn't heard the message. "Should we let S'anra know? She seems worried." Well. This room seemed to lead absolutely nowhere, or - actually, they scanned the cases of water really quick. Just to be safe!

Yeah, no, the water was fine.

Well, you can't blame them for trying, can you Mr. Narrator? "I'll just go do that.." They scooted off, with no objections.

No need, she was right here. "I need- your office, any of your offices, just, somewhere. I'll explain, I'll explain everything, just-" S'anra sounded... a little frantic, to say the least!

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“There’s potassium in her tea!” Maggie said, remembering overhearing on the comms. “T’Sangas!”

"Oh, hi!" oops, they nearly bumped into her there! Completely abandoned whatever they were doing, Kirio blinked in surprise. "Yes, of course, let's get you down to the security office. I'll -" and hearing Maggie, they froze- "I can take you, if anyone else wants to come along while the others continue to investigate..?"

“I can come.” She said, taking a breath.

Maggie lead Mizax and S’anra down towards the security office. “The security office is this way!”

He lead the way into the cockpit, taking a small sigh in relief. He is comfortable in this room at least. Directed to Lt. t'Mrian as they followed on, he quieted his voice as he responded. "Yes, Im sure you are capable yourself, sorry...its just...im not the most experienced with investigations, certainly not ones involving such...high profile personnel. Where I do have experience is at the conn..." He paused for a moment as he activated the aux power of the ship, just so its computer and other systems came online. "...and if i am going to be useful to you all, i fear its more likely to be in this room haha." He chuckled a little nervously, but hoped there was an understanding. His focus turned to the LCARS display as he quickly navigates the menus, pulling up its full flight log. He enlarged the listing so both he and Havra could see. "Lets take a looksy here..."

The flight log wasn't too interesting. The past few days had indeed been filled with a flight from Mol'Rihan directly to 777, and before that, all flights were limited to trips between Mol'Rihan and other Republic planets. If you pulled up the Romulan news you'd find a bunch of articles detailing her movements in a similar way; it was all in line with what was to be expected of one of the biggest Romulan pop stars.